#hang him on my phone so i can jingle them like car keys

[pup-pee]

chewy like a easter egg grass

[saltofmercury]

Moments

Author’s note: Something I had tried to finish before my big hiatus in April but never felt comfortable enough to share? Also is anyone still out here? I hope you like it.

Pairing: König x f!reader

“Moments”

It’s the small moments.

Small memories that run through his brain, bringing him back to reality. They flip like book pages when he’s caught staring at the empty sand, an abandoned warehouse, and they continue to keep him up late at night.

The sound of your alarm goes off, but he’s not home, you’re not next to him. The ground is cold and dirty, not warm and cushioned like his bed. The alarm goes off only once— its caught before it rings again. It’s the same tone but Horangi stopping it.

Every morning after you’ve hit snooze a couple times, the same tone goes off multiple times.

There’s rustling towards his right arm. He’s been up for a couple of hours, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

Then, there’s a weight settling back into his arms.

He rolls his eyes, rubbing your back, holding in a laugh. You do this every morning, ignoring your alarm, rushing late to work, and scrambling around the room.

He gives you four more minutes before he decides to wake you.

There’s also seeing your face light up when he’s picking you up from work.

The G-Wagon blasting a genre of music you know already too well. Your face swings towards the right side locking eyes with him through the window.

He’s covered in a black hoodie, the hood hanging above his eyelids. You can barely see inside through the tinted windows.

Making your way into the car, his huge hands are quick to pull you in, cupping your face. A big smile snakes up the corners of his mouth, bringing you into a kiss. The hood above his head covers almost all of your face,

a sigh is released.

You make him feel whole, not alone anymore.

*

It’s been over six months since he’s been gone. There’s been emails exchanged, seasons have passed, but for the most part it’s been dead quiet.

The scent of him is gone on his side of the bed. You’ve sprayed his cologne a couple times but it’s just not the same.

Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you— the jingle of keys, the crunch of tires along the driveway, a ghost limb next to you, or the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

Four days left.

*

At the movies he picks out the red M&m’s. His big fingers tear the bag apart as he tries to find all the red ones.

He’s distracting himself from the first date jitters.

He’s been on a couple dates with you but every time it feels like the first.

“Red tastes the best”

You roll your eyes at him.

“They’re all the same.”

“No, they are not. I assure you red is different.”

He smiles at you.

“Test me, I promise you I know different taste in the colors”

You stick a blue color m&m in his mouth quickly and have him guess.

“Yuck! Schatz this is blue”

You’re stunned. How the fuck did he guess the correct color?

“No way, try again.” You pick a yellow one from his bag, covering it slowly with your other hand. You peek at him, but his eyes are completely closed with his tongue out.

He eats it, then smiles at you.

“Yellow.”

*

König watches the clock every ten seconds. His eyes switch between his boss and the clock.

He’s done longer missions before, but never had someone waiting on the other end.

He starts to bounce his leg. He can feel his palms start to sweat, his dirty hair on his head matted underneath the t-shirt placed over his head.

There’s emotions running through him. Excitement running through him to see you.

It’s so easy to make you happy.

He always thought a relationship was going to be difficult.

The first time he had left on a mission he brought home strawberries for you.

You had been complaining how winters never bring sweet strawberries.

“where did you find them?” Your eyes just as wide as your smile.

Strawberries were not in season and you thought of the endless recipes you could make.

Seeing you light up, hearing the gratitude in your voice, made him melt.

The time your car needed a jump —

It took just 3 seconds of hearing your tired voice for him to immediately come over.

It was a cold day and you had brought out a blanket stored in the trunk. You had cried your eyes out scared that nothing was working.

He had the problem fixed in under 5 minutes but when you said —

“I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Seeing your lip quivering, your eyes rimmed with fatigue and tears— because of ALL days, every single thing today had to go bad.

He liked coming to your rescue.

In bed however, that was when he knew he was made to be with you.

When he was on top of you, foreheads touching, mask slightly up because he had rushed over from a mission and straight into your hands,

he held your legs,

pressed his other hand along the headboard,

sinking in and out of you trying not to cum,

“you—

you moaned arching your back and sinking your teeth into his shoulder

— feel so good….

His breathy laugh exhales out his body. How did you two mesh so well?

The heat rushes to his cheeks, he’s forgotten that he’s wearing a mask and looks around to make sure nobody’s watching the pink hue flush into his cheeks.

*

The drive home he can’t contain his excitement. He’s wondering if you’ve changed, if he’s changed at all. Would there be a difference in six months?

The road leading up to his house gets shorter, his hands on the steering wheel turn clammy, cold, and look more pale than usual.

As he parks, his heart beats fast. He skips the luggage in his car and rushes inside.

The keys jingle in the front door—

Your socks slip across the floor, rushing towards the door. He’s not even halfway in before you attempt to yank him inside, slipping in the process.

He’s quick and tugs you up towards him.

Crushing you between his arms and chest, his arm snakes its way up your back pulling your face closer to him.

His cold lips find yours, his tongue prying your mouth open. His eyes close softly, both of you lost in this moment, regaining familiarity with one another.

Once you pull away, you take a good look at him. His eyes are still rimmed with black, making the hue of his blue eyes brighter. His face still has some of the redness and faded scars around him.

You take a second to memorize the new ones and recall old ones. Your gaze shifting to every inch of his face.

“Stop it” his voice startles you, but when you peek at him, there’s the smile and his eyes are roaming around your face too.

The curve of your nose, the fading acne scars you have, the small redness you have around your cheeks and chin.

He walks forward towards the couch, settles with you on top— a sigh leaving his mouth.

“I’ve missed our couch.”

He peeks up at you, closes his eyes for a second, gaining his shyness again.

Have you always been this intimidating?

He’s become a bit unfamiliar with how to be around you. He starts to worry again, wondering if you’ve changed your mind about being here with him.

But you’re already a step ahead and bring out the bag stored on top of the coffee table.

“Ok round five? I know you’re cheating.”

His heart flutters and his cheeks flush again. His eyes and nose crinkle, his chest letting out a boisterous laugh.

Every time he laughs he seems to age backwards. The muscles, the height, his age— all fade away to someone 20 years old again.

“M&m’s? Again?” He peeks at the you. You remembered the silly little game he conjured on one of your first dates.

“Yes. Because I know you’re cheating.”

He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

“I can prove you wrong as many times as you want.”

[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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feel free to drop a comment if you’d like to be added to my tag list! i’m also still accepting requests for both matt and chris! feel free to send anything to my asks, just no NSFW! <3

ps i’m sorry to whoever sent this ask in first lol i accidentally posted it before i even wrote anything bc i pressed post instead of saving the draft to go pick a picture that fit the concept of the fic 😭

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[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Characters: Baji Keisuke (Edward)

Warnings: Oral, toxic-ish?, p in v sex, unknown filming/recording

A/N: For anon <3

"Boy, you stupid." you chuckle at the reel. A disapproving grunt leaves Baji's throat.

As of right now, you were on the phone with Baji while texting your boy bestfriend, Kaiden. Baji was ignoring you, too invested in his game. So you decide to text Kaiden since you were bored. It didn't take long for him to start spamming you with reels. Admittedly, you wish you were on the phone with Kaiden. At least he was giving you attention.

You look up from the reels at the sound of Baji's grunt.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask.

"Nun." he mumbles.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Okay, Keisuke."

"First name is crazy…" he chuckles under his breath.

"Yeah, uh huh.." you go back to watching your reels.

Yes, you were being petty. It doesn't take much to play a game and talk at the same time. So you were gonna keep this up until he got the hint.

And it didn't take long. Ten minutes, tops.

"Who're you talkin' to?" He finally puts his controller down, his gaming chair facing the camera. He wore grey sweatpants, a black woman beater, a silver chain, and his hair was up in a man bun. Damn did he look good.

"My man." you spit, smiling.

"Don't fuck with me, little girl."

"I'm not though?" you chuckle.

He hums, putting his gamer headphones back on, grabbing his controller, and turning his chair back. You go back to Kaiden, smiling contently.

Hours pass. You and Baji have been on the phone for about 5 hours and not a word has been said after your little argument. All that can be heard is the clicking of his controller. You sit up. "Baji?"

Silence.

"Bae, I was playing!" you laugh.

He's not.

"Bae? What're you yappin' about, bruh? What's up with you, gang?"

Oh. You did not like that.

"I ain't yo' bruh or gang, Keisuke," you say sternly.

"My bad, broski." he chuckles, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Maybe you should go play around with your man, yeah?"

Your jaw clenches.

"Okay, I will." You don't even listen to his next remark, you hang up the phone and call Kaiden.

Kaiden didn't have his attention consumed by the game. He had all his attention on you. You can't say you didn't know he had a crush on you. You knew. He made it so. painfully. obvious. However, you never returned his feelings. You weren't a cheater. You lay on your stomach, on the verge of tears from laughing. Kaiden always knew how to cheer you up and make you laugh. He wasn't your boy best friend for no reason.

It wasn't until you heard the all too familiar sound of gravel meeting tires. Someone was pulling into the driveway. "Hold on, Kai."

You rush over to the window of your room. Baji's car was parked in your driveway. It takes about 30 minutes to get here; you hung up on him not even 25 minutes ago! You already hear the keys jingling as he hops out of the car.

You had forgotten you gave him a spare key! You bolt to the door to lock the top lock.

There stood Baji.

Casually placing his keys on the counter and locking the front door. You're not sure if you were frozen from anger or shock. Either way, it doesn't stop him from leaning on the counter, crossing his arms with his eyes trained on you.

Your face scrunches up in anger. "Is there a reason why you're here?" You cross your arms and cock your head at him.

He marches up to you and grabs your wrist before you can jerk your arm back. He makes a beeline to your bedroom and shoves you towards the bed before locking the door. He removes his shirt and looks at you. "Strip."

You quickly remove your shirt as Baji walks over to your bed and places your phone on the nightstand. he pulls you closer by your hips and connects your lips with his. His tongue slides into your mouth with ease as he helps you remove your bottoms. He pulls at your lower lip with his teeth before pushing you onto the bed.

You unbuckle his belt and take off the rest of his clothing. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side. You get on your hands and knees on the bed as he lazily strokes his cock, slapping it against your cheek when you try to catch it in your mouth. "Open," he mumbles.

You open your mouth and he thrusts into your mouth, making you gag. He grips the back of your head as you suck on his length, groaning. Your tongue slides along the vein running up his cock and your hand squeezes his balls.

He sucks in a breath and slaps your ass. "Such a good girl for me.. only me, right?"

You hum around his length, a confirmation. He pulls you off his cock by your hair. "Lyin' ass."

He grabs your upper arm and throws you on the bed. He swiftly removes your panties and parts your folds before licking a line up to your sensitive bud. Your hand flies up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your loud moans as Baji eats you out like a starved man. He slips a finger into your wet hole, twisting and curling it as he pleases.

"Fuuuck, Baji.." You mumble while your eyes start to roll back. He adds another finger as he fiercely sucks on your clit, looking up at you with hungry eyes. You grab his wrist in an attempt to slow down his ministrations. You clench around his digits as another finger enters your needy hole.

"Cum fa me, baby. Let me see it." He growls into your pussy, his nose bumping against your clit. You reach down and pull on his hair, your high washing over you like a wave. Your legs shake on his shoulders before your body goes lax.

Baji licks one last stripe up your pussy, making you whine. He sits up on his heels and puts his hair into a bun before stroking his member.

"Relax fa me mamas." He says as he brings your knees to your chest.

He swipes his tip between your folds and brings his hand up to your mouth. You spit in his palm and he uses it as lube. "Be good fa me, mkay?" You try your best to nod as he pushes in. You hiss from the stretch and he groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. His thrusts were fast and rough, one hand coming up to wrap around your neck as the other circles your clit.

He sets a brutal pace, your moans piercing ears. Each thrust makes your eyes roll back and become an incoherent mess. You feel impossibly stuffed whenever he hits your cervix, making you see stars. Baji's head falls into the crook of your neck as his climax approaches. Your mouth drops open as his teeth sink into your neck. "'M cummin'"

[spideystevie]

hi! how are u?? the prompt list is crazy good so could i request #7 with steve pls? ty <3

hi!! i’m doing good & hope you are as well!! happy reading <3 (0.7k) 

7) My roommate/ex/family kicked me out into the rain. I have nobody else to call but you.

Steve had been expecting this moment since he’d graduated high school. 

His parents had insisted on eating as a family that night and it only escalated from there. One bad fight later and his dad is kicking him out the door.

He can hardly remember all the details, just the volume of his father’s voice as he yelled and the silent way his mother cried. He’d left with a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, chest aching in a silent plea for his mom to make him stay though she never did. 

The rain is torrential and he realizes a moment too late that he forgot the keys to his car in his rush to get out of the house. The door slammed shut behind him the second both feet had crossed the threshold. 

He’s soaked to the bone in a matter of minutes, shoes squelching with every step that leads him further from his childhood house. He stops at the first payphone he sees, slipping inside the booth. 

He pushes his hair out of his eyes, a puddle of water forming under the spot where he stood. It takes him a minute to realize the hot drips sliding down his cheeks are tears spilling over his waterline. 

It’s muscle memory dialing the number on the phone. It rings once, twice, three, four times and then the line clicks. 

“Hello?” your voice is a little staticky over the phone, but it washes over Steve in a wave of comfort. 

“Hey,” his voice is soft. A frown immediately tugs at the corners of your mouth. 

“Steve?” you almost don’t recognize his voice with how frail it sounds on the line. There’s a beat of silence as Steve swallows thickly, roughly wiping away more tears that brim along his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“I didn’t know who else to call,” his voice is thick with emotion and Steve’s surprised it didn’t crack. He can hear rustling over the phone, the jingle of your keys as you grab them off your bedside table. 

“Where are you?”

“The payphone near Main.”

“I’ll be right there.” The line goes dead and Steve hangs the phone back up.

You grab the first jacket you see, throwing it on as you run out of the house and to your car in the rain. It’s started to ease, no longer a thick downpour like it had been. 

The phone booth is poorly luminated when you pull up in front of it. At the sight of your headlights, Steve’s shoulders sag in relief. You immediately clamber out of the car, leaving it running. 

Your heart sinks as you watch Steve grab his duffle bag, clothes sticking to him and dripping water. He slips out of the phone booth and walks towards your car. You help him toss the bag into your trunk. Neither of you get in the car right away despite the rain still falling.

“What happened?”

“Another fight. He kicked me out. I forgot to grab my keys,” he says, trying to quirk a smile at the end but you don’t reciprocate. You’re frowning, lips puckered in a small pout and Steve might’ve kissed it away had the situation been different.

His eyes scan you once, twice and then he’s grinning. You’re in your pajamas, ones you’ve worn before to movie night but the jacket around your shoulders is his. 

“You’re wearing my jacket,” he says and your eyebrows furrow, a little confused because you don’t recall grabbing one of his. You look down and sure enough. An immediate heat rises in your cheeks, warming them from the cold rain.

“Was the first one I saw,” you mumble, shifting in place. The sight of you in it makes Steve’s chest soar, diminishing any bad feeling he had left over from the last hour. “D’you want it? I can-”

He grabs your hand to stop you from shrugging it off. His fingers leave a burn where they touch. “You look good in it.”

The heat in your cheeks is scalding, your heart fluttering in your chest. You nod once, lips lifting into a shy smile. 

“C’mon,” you nod your head towards your still running car, the headlights shining on the empty phone booth. “I’ve got spare clothes for you at home.”

[clementine-writes-things]

Sick - E.N

Summary: Y/n gets extremely sick and she had planned to go out and get stuff to make her feel better. But, she got too nauseous and isn't able to go out. Edward, being a good boyfriend, goes out and gets those things for her. (short but cute <3)

Content warning: Vomit, explicit language, sexual themes, Edward being a paranoid boyfriend, GN reader, they/them pronouns, Edward gets some anxiety in public.

Word Count: 1,924

Songs for Inspo:

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

Show Me How - Men I Trust

Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac (i love Fleetwood Mac <3)

Call It Fate, Call It Karma - The Strokes

('Call It Fate, Call It Karma' fits this gif so well <3 he would be such a good boyfriend)

~Read Below Cut~

Y/n rested on the couch, a fluffy blanket covering their body as they shivered. In the morning, they were supposed to go to work. But, when they woke up they felt like death itself. Edward had already gone to work since he got up earlier then them, so it left them alone. They had called out of work and spent the entire day watching Courage The Cowardly Dog on the tv on the couch. Y/n loved the old Cartoon Network shows.

'jingle jingle'

They didn't even bother to move their body as they heard Edward's keys, scared that they might throw up if they did. The door opened and y/n's boyfriend walked in, placing the keys in the bowl next to the door. Hanging up his coat, he turned around and gasped quickly, holding a hand to his heart.

"Jiminy Christmas! Y/n, you scared me!" He groaned, running a hand through his slightly curly hair.

Y/n raised their hand up, waving at him without looking. They mumbled something under their breath. Edward raised an eyebrow, walking over to them. Looking down at the floor, he mouth an 'oh' as he saw a trash can lined with a bag, vomit covering the bottom of the bag. Tissues were piled up in a plastic grocery store bag as well. Y/n's nose was red, dark circles under their eyes, skin flushed. He bent down, to meet eye line with his partner. They groaned, rolling over to face away from him.

"'M sick..." they mumbled against the couch cushion.

He nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he grabbed the bag full of tissues and tied it up. Walking to the trashcan in the kitchen, he disposed of it. Y/n coughed, covering it up with their elbow. Edward frowned as he grabbed another plastic grocery bag from the pantry and brought it to the couch.

"Do you know how you got this sick, angel? Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

"No, it's ok..." They mumbled.

"No, it's not. Here, let me check your temperature. Ok?" He asked.

Even though Edward had a thermometer in the apartment, he had gotten used to taking temps at his job. At this point, he could tell someone's temperature using the back of his hand. Brushing y/n's hair back slightly, he placed the back of his hand against their forehead.

"Oh dear, you're burning up. Are you sure you don't need anything?" He asked again.

"Maybe some crackers and ginger ale..." They weakly responded.

(a/n: I have IBS and these two things are perfect for when you are sick. If you have an upset stomach/are sick, I highly recommend you eat saltine crackers and drink ginger ale. The ginger will soothe your stomach and the crackers will help with filling your hunger but not being too heavy on your stomach. <3 hope you all are happy and healthy right now)

Edward nodded, rubbing their back. He stood up, walking back towards the front door. Putting his coat on, he grabbed his keys and opened the door. He looked back at y/n, frowning.

"I'll call you when I get to the store, ok? That way if you remember anything else you need you can tell me. Keep your phone near you, hun. I'll be back soon." He said.

~

Edward pulled up to the grocery store, finding a parking spot relatively close to the entrance. Getting out of his car, he locked it, double checking just in case. He shivered in the cold winter air, wondering if y/n got sick from the cold. After his chill left, he grabbed his phone and pulled up y/n's contact. As it rang, Edward walked into the entrance of the store, sighing happily when the gust of warm air hit his face. A rustling on the end of the other call signaled to Ed that y/n had answered.

"E-Eddie...?" Y/n asked, voice cracking.

"Oh darling, your poor throat probably hurts. I didn't think about that. You should just text me what you need." He mentally facepalmed himself.

"N-No, I wanna stay on call with you. I'm lonely."

"Y/n y-, ok fine, just try to talk as soft as you can."

Edward walked down the aisles, trying to find the one with the drinks. He got a little spun around, but he found the correct aisle eventually. His shoes clicked against the floor as he looked over the sodas. Smiling, he reached out and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

"Alright angel, you wanted crackers right?"

"Yeah..."

"Ok, let's see. Crackers, crackers, crackers, where are th-..."

Edward got silent.

"Eddie?" Y/n asked.

"Sorry, this lady looked at me weird because I was saying crackers over and over again." He muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Y/n laughed softly, coughing as it slowly started to hurt. They wheezed, coughing away from the phone and into their elbow. Edward chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Stop laughing, y/n!"

"S-Stop being funny!" They retorted.

"Touché."

After a minute or so, Edward made his way towards the chips and snacks aisle. He groaned quietly, voice shaking as he walked past a few people. Y/n knew that Edward didn't like going to grocery stores or malls because of the amount of people. If he was at work he was fine, but any other setting made him uncomfortable. This is y/n was hesitant to even ask for anything in the first place.

"Yo-You're doing great, babe." Y/n reassured

Edward smiled softly, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him. It was true that crowded places made him anxious. Usually, y/n would go with him to the mall and stores. Neither of them liked going alone, so together they were able to comfort each other and have fun. And even though they weren't here, Edward felt better with y/n being on the phone with him.

"Thanks, y/n."

Quickly, Edward grabbed the box of crackers and tucked it underneath his arm. He looked like a mom with 3 kids. He held his phone up to his ear with his shoulder, propping it up against him. The bottle of ginger ale was gripped tightly in his other hand. Pieces of hair had fallen down in his face.

"Ok sweetie, I got everything. I'm pretty sure we have cold medicine in the medicine cabinet as well. So, I'm going to hang up, ok? I'll be home soon."

"Ok, bye Ed-Eddie, I love you..." They said breathily.

"I love you too, angel. Bye bye!" He said.

Grabbing the phone he pressed 'end call' and tucked it back in his pocket. Hurriedly, he walked over to the self-checkout, not having the social battery to make conversation with a cashier. He scanned the two items, swiping them over the red laser that read the barcodes. Deciding he didn't need a bag, he selected 'no bags' and inserted his debit card into the card reader. With a quick punch of his pin number he put his card back into his wallet and took the receipt. Putting his wallet and the receipt into his pocket, he grabbed his purchases and walked back outside. He unlocked the car and placed the drink and box of crackers in the passenger seat before he drove back to the apartment.

~

The door to the couples apartment opened, Edward walking in. He dropped his keys into the bowl next to the door. Kicking his shoes off, he groaned, the cold from outside still nipping at his ears and nose. He looked towards y/n who was in the same spot they were earlier.

"Hey angel, let me get you some medicine." He said.

"Hi Ed..." They mumbled.

Edward placed the bottle of ginger ale on the kitchen counter, dropping the crackers right next to it. Taking his coat off, he walked back to the front door and hung it on the coat rack. He placed his hands on the small of his back, grunting as he stretched out his back.

"What have you been doing since I've been gone?" He asked, curiously as he opened up the medicine cabinet.

"Just watching Courage, you remember that show?" They asked softly, pointing at the tv.

"Hm? Oh, wait, yeah I do. I liked that show a lot." He replied.

Edward grabbed a bottle of cough medicine, reading the instructions on the back of it. He narrowed his eyes at the words, confused as to why they always made the print so small. Once he got the proper dosage amount, he walked over to y/n. He gestured for them to sit up more. They groaned but did as he suggested. When there was room, he sat next to them.

"Alright, you need to, uh...ok yeah, you need to take a capful of this." He said, pouring the liquid into the provided measuring cap it came with.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, nose crinkling up in disgust. Edward looked at them, shrugging.

"What flavor is it?" They asked.

"Um...orange?" He said.

"Oh what the actual fuck?! Orange? That's the worst flavor you can make medicine." They groaned.

"Yeah, that sucks." He said, wincing when he saw the flavor.

"Grape is the best flavor for medicine." Y/n stated.

"Yep, grape is definitely the best, uh huh, now shush and drink this." He said quickly, trying to open their mouth.

"Hey! Hands off you cretin!" They hissed.

"Look, just plug your nose. You won't taste it as much. You can drink some of this water afterwards." He said, pointing to the water bottle on the coffee table.

"Ugh, fine." They groaned.

Edward gave them the capful of liquid, watching them plug their nose. Hesitantly, they gulped down the medicine in one swig. Ed grabbed the cap from them. Gagging, y/n stuck their tongue out and grabbed their water. Taking a huge sip, they swallowed and screwed the lid back on.

"See, that wasn't so bad! Let me go put this back up." He smiled.

Y/n smacked their lips, the foul taste still lingering in their mouth. Shivering, they pulled the blanket up around their neck. Edward rinsed the cap out before putting it back on top of the bottles lid. Putting it back into the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a bag of cough drops before closing the cabinet door.

"Catch! Make sure you take one right now." He said.

Y/n turned around, reaching up and grabbing the bag. Looking at it, they smiled when they saw the flavor of the cough drops. They opened it up, taking one drop out and unwrapping it. The set the bag on the coffee table as they popped the lemon cough drop in their mouth.

"Do you want some crackers and ginger ale?" Edward asked.

"Um, maybe some crackers. I'm ok with water for now." They replied.

Edward took a sleeve of crackers, opening it up and placing a good handful of them in a small bowl. Walking back over to the couch, he sat next to y/n. He handed them the bowl, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. Y/n shook their head.

"You're gonna get sick!" They said.

"I'll be fine. If I get sick, it's no big deal. I'm due for a few days off at work anyways." He smiled.

"Oh Ed, you're too sweet..."

He leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of their head. Y/n smiled, resting their head against his shoulder. Edward sighed happily, rubbing their arm with his hand.

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, angel?"

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 3: Sinceri-tea

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the details of your pseudo-contractual relationship.

The short version was straightforward. Work was work, and personal things needed to stay out of it, or you were going to have to find another job. Any issues any of you had didn’t get discussed during work unless it was affecting work.

While you were all busy, you weren’t so busy that you couldn’t set a loose schedule for hanging out. Each week Law and Kid got a few hours of your time to themselves, with no interference from the other. Each week Law and Kid needed to spend a few hours of their time together getting to know one another. You weren’t asking them to date each other, but you wanted them to try to get to know one another.

Your biggest concern was that tensions would build between them as time went on. You were sure both of them wanted to be able to honor whatever decision you made, but you didn’t want any bad blood between them. Even if you were essentially risking your friendship with both of them by doing this, you didn’t want to them to truly become enemies.

Finally, the idea was that all three of you would hang out together at least once a month.

Other little things that were worked into the agreement were basically just to avoid drama. No gloating or boasting, and nothing underhanded. However things went, however it worked out, it wasn’t going to be because of duplicity. You had, exaggeratedly, but also seriously, threatened to not only not speak to either of them ever again, but also to rat them out to Bepo and Killer if anything like that happened.

“I didn’t expect this contract to get longer.” Eustass grumbles, reading over it. “Do we really need it?”

“I don’t expect it to ever come into play,” You admit, “but I think it’s better if we’re as clear as we can be about where everyone stands in this. It’s certainly the first time I’ve done anything like it.”

“Well, same here,” he admits.

“Once, but it was about eight years ago.” Law says, taking a drink. “It wasn’t exactly like this, but close enough.”

You tilt your head, and notice Eustass reacting a similar way. “How’d it, uh, end?” You ask.

“Amicably,” he says simply. “Relationships are relationships. Sometimes they end messy, sometimes they just end.” Law looks at both of you. “Even this might end ugly despite two plus years of us knowing one another. You can’t see what tomorrow will bring.”

Kid starts to say something but your stomach growls in the silence. You stare down at the coffee table as two pairs of eyes settle on you.

“My nerves ate through what we had at the café a couple hours ago.” You admit as you feel the heat sneaking up your neck to your face.

“We’ve only been talking for-,” Kid taps his phone and lets out a low whistle. “A little over four hours. Shit, I’m surprised it wasn’t my stomach.”

“We can go back to café and grab something for dinner.” Law suggests. “Since everyone else’s cars are already there it’ll wrap up the evening neatly.”

“Mm, there’s a Thai place just a couple doors down from café,” you suggest. “I’m hungry for a bit more than café fare, and we won’t even have to drive any further.”

“You’re seriously going to turn into Thai food one of these days.” Kid says, getting up and getting ready to leave. “Do you eat anything else?”

You look from him to Law and back before you smile mischievously. “Probably.”

“You cheeky little -.” Kid begins, but you’ve already got your shoes on and are safely out in the hall jingling your apartment keys.

“C’mon you two.”

. . . . . .

A couple days later Eustass showed up at your apartment after work. You had spent most of Saturday with him and Law going over the contract and the details, and then you had spent most of Sunday trying to think of how you were going to make this work.

Eustass would be over on Mondays – you had half the class schedule that day, working in the morning at the gym before attending two afternoon classes. You had no classes Tuesday, so if he stayed over late it wouldn’t be a problem. Fridays were for Law, he had residency every day except Friday and Saturday.

Once a month on Saturdays the three of you would get together, and Kid and Law got together on Thursdays.

The schedule was the easy part, the hard part was keeping it fair. But you weren’t sure what constituted fair, and in the end you decided the best you could do was take the lead in setting the pace. You had texted as much to the two of them and had gotten agreement, but it was terribly embarrassing.

It was far more embarrassing when you opened the door to let Eustass in. Law wasn’t short at 6’3”, but Eustass was 6’9”, almost twice as broad, and you were just short enough that they were both tall from your perspective. It wasn’t his height that had your face red though; it was that look on his face. He wanted to devour you and he wasn’t shy about anything. He wasn’t shy at work, he wasn’t shy when he spoke, and he’d never been shy about teasing you at work.

Eustass Kid didn’t do subtle.

He took off his boots as the door closed behind him. It was a step up from the entrance into the apartment proper, and so you were a little higher up than usual, but the 6” inch step up wasn’t near enough to close the gap in height.

Kid leans down and speaks low in your ear. His breath is hot, and the tone of his voice is lower and smoother than usual. Even more so than when you shared a kiss with them a couple days before. It nearly shatters all your plans.

“Where do you want me, Mouse?”

You nearly bite your lip to stifle any sound from escaping. “Uh… c-couch.” You manage, taking a step back letting him walk by, and taking a minute to stop yourself from just dragging him full body into your bedroom. Not that there would necessarily be anything wrong with that, but you hadn’t planned to dive into things quite that fast.

“I had considered cooking dinner, but honestly I’m a little nervous, so I was going to offer to get take out,” you say, as he makes himself comfortable on the couch. “I even have menus for places that aren’t Thai.” You tease.

“We can worry about dinner later.” He says patting the couch beside him. “Whatcha nervous about?”

“You want it alphabetical, or chronologically?” You shrug, taking some steps toward him. “I’m not sure I could Dewey decimal it off the top of my head, but -,” You bite the bottom of your lip as you straddle his lap instead of sitting down beside him. “I could try.”

Kid’s brows raise, and he grins, humming in approval as his hands slip around the small of your back. “I don’t think we need to worry about the details that much.” His head tilts, and you can feel his gaze on you. “Lookit you, being so bold.”

You can feel your ears going red as you settle in against him a little more, your knees several inches off the couch because the beast of a man beneath you was thick in the thighs as much as he was tall. Letting your stomach lean against his, you look from his eyes to his lips. That sure grin is just delighted by this entire situation.

“Eustass, can I kiss you?”

“S’often as you want, Mouse.”

Cupping his face in your hands you lean down and kiss him softly before leaning back. Licking your lips you lean down and kiss him again, sinking into him and shifting your hands past his shoulders. Your fingers slip through his hair as you both part your lips at the same time, hot needy tongues intertwining as his pleased hum and your satisfied moan mix between you.

You shift for the kiss, trying to maintain dominance, but the movement causes the bulge in Eustass’ pants to push into you. You didn’t realize how horny you had been until the unexpected shiver of pleasure tore through you and you had to break the kiss to catch your breath.

You know he knows what happened. He’s looking at you like the cat that caught the canary, or more pointedly, a cat that’s caught the mouse. His hands hold your hips, and he grinds into you, sending the same shiver up through you as you hide your red face in the crook of his neck.

“K-Kid -.” You gasp as he grinds into you again, making his name tumble out of your mouth in a shivery moan.

“That’s fucking hot.” He admits, as one of his arms slide up your back, tangling into your hair and tilting your head to the side just a little. Just enough he can tilt his head to purr in your ear. “But it’d be hotter if I could see your face when you make that noise, Mouse.” He grinds into you again, squeezing your ass at the same time and causing you to cry out in pleasure, shuddering against his chest.

“Eu-Eustass I’m supposed to be setting the pace!” You nearly squeak the words in frustration as you lean back to try and scold him.

“Mm, and you can.” He grins, holding you in place now that you’ve leaned back. “You can give me those colors we talked about before. I agreed to letting you set the pace, I didn’t say I was doing to let you dominate me, little mouse.”

“I was-wasn’t, I mean,” you make a frustrated noise as those golden brown eyes bore into you. “G-Green.”

“Look at me, Mouse.” You look at him even as he’s speaking, and you know what’s coming, but held as you are, trapped by his hands and his gaze, it doesn’t matter. His hips shift and that delicious pleasurable feeling rushes up, and you can’t get away from it or him and you do your best to just let the sound escape you.

Once the sound passes your lips you cover your face. Eustass hugs you to his chest and you both stay there for a moment, each of you trying to compose yourselves before you say anything. His hand is stroking your back idly as he’s looking up at the ceiling. It’s very calming, especially from someone so rough and tumble like he is.

“Did you plan to go all the way tonight?” He asks after a few tense moments.

You shake your head. “No, I-.”

“Then we won’t.” He interrupts, his hold on you tightening for a moment. “I don’t know what your plans are for all of this, but don’t let either of us derail you.”

“… ‘kay.”

You can feel him shift enough to look down at you. “If you want to order us some grub, I can go manually override my current state in the head.”

“Pfft- hahaha,” you laugh as Kid shifts his hips to clarify his point. “Alright, oh-my-god I can’t believe you put it that way.” You’re still chuckling as you get off his lap and head to the kitchen. “If you don’t want Thai I can order a couple subs.”

You see Eustass flinch. “Of all the words.” He sighs, walking toward your bathroom. “Thai’s fine.”

“But-.”

“If you order sandwiches Mouse,” he says, turning to you and practically looming over you. “We’re going to be right back where we started cause I’ll be thinking about having two, squirming, trussed up little submissives at my mercy for the rest of the night.” You can’t meet his gaze as he’s using his entire imposing size to full effect. “So?”

“Thai it is then.” You answer quickly.

You felt a little bad about having riled him up so much. Eustass hadn’t ever been shy talking about his preferences, so you had long since known he was into the BDSM scene. You were also fairly certain he wasn’t concerned about gender either, but he’d never said so plainly.

An image of you and Law tied up with Eustass looming over the two of you flashed into your mind so clearly that you nearly gasped. You shook your head and waved it away, trying to remember what it was that you were doing for a moment before you reached for the Thai menu.

Unlike Eustass, Law was a pretty intensely private person when it came to things like that. You had no idea what the doctor-to-be preferred, though you were sure you’d find out more on Friday, but it seemed rude to picture him in such a situation without knowing. He could be just as much of a dom as Kid was, which would explain even more why the two seemed at odds so much.

Eustass came out of the bathroom a couple minutes after you finished putting in the order.

“Better?”

“Barely.” He admits with a grin. “But that’s on me to worry about. What’s the plan for the rest of the night?”

“Thai and a horror movie.” You answer, watching him walk around the counter and into the kitchen where you were making tea. Whether he meant to or not, he looked like he was stalking his prey. It was sexy and distracting and probably entirely in your imagination, but it was a treat to see.

“I didn’t think you liked horror movies,” he muses as his hands gently turn you around to face him.

“I… don’t, but you like them, and if it gets to be too much, I can just hide behind you.” You explain with a smile. “If you wanted to go hit up a theater, we can, but -.”

“Your little theater setup is good enough,” he interrupts, leaning down and tilting your chin up as he kisses you. You can feel the pressure of it make your heart race a little, your eyes closing from it. “Besides, this way if it’s no good,” he leans down further and kisses your neck, causing you gasp. “We can MST3K it.” He finishes, giving you a cheeky grin.

You laugh. “You nerdy brat,” you smack his chest, it’s a bit like hitting rock, and laugh again as you rub your neck. “You – you’re terrible.” You almost call him a tease, but even at work Eustass would always warn you that he could be a terrible tease if that's what you really wanted, and so now seemed like a bad time to tempt him. He winks as he takes a step back. “Don’t over-steep your hot leaf juice, Mouse.” He teases as he walks out of the kitchen.

“Brat – do you want some?”

“Sure, it doesn’t taste half-bad when you make it.” He says, crouching by the TV looking for the movie you rented.

“My tea is divine.” You scoff, your ears going red at the praise even as you try to play if off. “Will you let me give you something different from last time?”

“Hm? Sure, Mouse.” He answers, picking up the DVD and coming back over to the counter that separates the kitchen from the entrance hall. “Did you get the original Alabasta Psycho?”

“Yeah, well, I mean, the girl at the rental place recommended it. I knew you had enjoyed the new one, and you weren’t comparing it to the original, so I figured you hadn’t seen that one.” You explain as you make a cup of tea for Kid.

“It’s a good pick.” He admits, clearing his throat. “So what kind of soggy leaf juice are you going to shove in my face this time?”

“Lapsang Souchong,” you answer. “It’s better with ham sandwiches or Chinese take out than it is with Thai, but I think you’ll like it. It always makes me think of you when… I…” Realizing what you were saying a few words too late, you feel your face go red as you turn away from Eustass. “It’ll be just a minute.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m sure I’ll like it.”

[readyforthegarden]

Could you do 21 and 36 (angst) with Sam, please?

So....what made you want to destroy my heart and set it on fire? Hmm? HMMM??!?!?!??

21. “You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!” and 36. “Don’t tell me to calm down!”

It had been weeks. Maybe a month now, since you first felt it. You kept trying to tell yourself that it was just you, you were just anxious because of the big project presentation at work was coming up and there was still so much to do for it, and it was seeping into your relationship.

But still, you thought back to that night. That small movement of Sam tugging his hand from yours at the table was different. He was a hopeless romantic in most cases, and always made sure that if he was pulling away from you, for most any reason, it didn't leave you in a lurch. But the quickness and almost carelessness of how he pulled his hand away after you gently took it in yours under the table, felt off. The first fissure in your relationship.

Since then, you began to notice changes in his actions towards you. Kisses were short, or placed on the forehead and cheeks, or not at all. He slept with his back towards you, and you could tell when you would wake in the night that sometimes he was on his phone, the dull screen light illuminating his side of the bed. Conversations were mostly one-sided, monosyllabic answers being his go-to now. You also figured out that you were getting less and less invites out with him. He'd tell you it was a work thing, or his brothers needed him for something, and you'd nod and tide yourself over with leftovers or a frozen meal. It wasn't until Jake texted you asking if you were feeling better that you started to get angry.

You waited up for Sam tonight. It was almost one in the morning, and you were debating if you should've just thrown the bag you packed into your car and let him come home to an empty house. But no, you needed answers, and you needed them now.

You heard his keys jingling in the lock and rolled your shoulders back as you straightened your posture on your seat on the couch. The couch you helped him pick out, and where he first told you he was in love with you. When he walked in and saw you sitting there, you could tell as his face fell, this was it. The end.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Sam?" you asked quietly. You watched as he tossed his keys in the key bowl. He slid off his coat, hanging it up in the closet, letting the tension between you thicken and build. You wanted to scoff; everyone considered Jake the dramatic Kiszka, but Sam could put him to shame with his theatrics.

"What do you mean?" he finally asked, standing in the entryway to the room, leaning against the wall. You held back the eye roll and took an even breath.

"Do you want to tell me why you've been so distant lately?" you rephrased the question. Sam sighed, looking annoyed and tired.

"I haven't been distant, I'm just busy lately." he answered, lying through his teeth. "C'mon babe, let's go to bed."

"Sam," you shook your head. "Something is going on. I know it, I can feel it."

"I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"You can't just act like nothings wrong when it is!" you finally let go of your calm demeanor, glaring at the tall man across from you. "Something is wrong, and something has been wrong for a while." Sam stared at you for a moment, and the only sounds in the room where the two of you breathing.

"I'm sorry." he conceded, looking down at his feet like a dog that was being scolded. You were bubbling with rage now. No way did he get to play the victim here.

"Who are you fucking, Sam?" you asked through clenched teeth. "Who are you staying up and texting while I'm asleep, huh?! Does she make you happy?! Does she fill in the gaps for you where I fail?!"

"Y/N, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" you seethed, glaring at him. "You fucked someone behind my back. You cheated, Sam."

"It just happened." he said softly.

"Oh, and then it continued to happen, you just fell and your dick landed in her by accident every time? How fortunate for you she was there to catch your fall."

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Sam looked up at you, bleary eyed. "I didn't want it to end like this."

"Do you love her?" you asked. You met his eyes, staring him down, daring him to answer honestly. "Or do you think you're falling for her?" Sam was quiet for what seemed like hours.

"I do." those two words smashed your heart into millions of pieces. The two words that you and Sam had, only a few months ago, teased each with as they talked about the possibility of marriage. You pushed past him, grabbing your keys and the bag you packed with everything of yours that you could find and would fit.

"I hope you have a really great life, Sam." you told him as you opened the door. "I hope you are in love with her, and you two make it work. And I hope as soon as you're sure nothing could go wrong, that she breaks your fucking heart. Just like you did mine." Sam opened his mouth but you slammed the door shut behind you, moving to your car as quickly as you could, and tossing your bag inside. You wasted no time backing out of his driveway and taking off, clutching the steering wheel as tears poured down your face. You tried to think positively, at least to get yourself to stop sobbing as you drove. Thinking of this new life you were going to lead.

A new life back in your own place, where you could play pop music whenever you wanted.

A new life where you could hang out with your friends instead of his brothers.

A new life without having to eat mostly vegan all the time.

A new life....without Sam Kiszka.

[gar6agef1r3]

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You get a call in the middle of the night from Brian. He needs to see you after a hard shift at work.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Brian Wilcox ( fast food nation ) x fem!reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW 18+ content, underaged, choking, unprotected, spitting, car sex, fem being dominated. Greaseball Brian being DIRTY! Enjoy!

Rolling over sleepily in bed you picked up your ringing phone accepting the call. “H-hello…” your sleep-ridden voice spoke out while your left hand reached up to rub your eye. “Hey. I’ll be there in 15.” the voice on the other side said hastily the jingling of car keys berating the phone. “Brian, it’s like midnight I’ve got school tomorrow,” you said sitting up in bed knowing that no matter what you said he was going to have his way. “Can you just be ready when I get there, I really need to see you…” the tone in his voice dropping slightly at the end, pulling at your heart. Sighing out you swung your legs over the side of your bed “Yeah, yeah alright Bry I’ll see you soon.” hanging up the phone you yawned reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp.

Standing up you waddled to your dresser pulling out a pair of biker shorts, quickly sliding them on. You didn’t change out of the oversized tie-dye shirt you slept in. After pulling on some socks you moved to the bathroom brushing your teeth and combing out your hair. Your phone chimed and you didn’t need to read it to know what it said. Sliding on a pair of Adidas you very quietly made your way down the stairs and out the back door.

In the rain, it only took a quick glance around for you to spot the older beat black honda civic. Making a beeline you quickly ran to the car pulling on the handle to no avail. You smacked the glass window “Brian open the damn door I’m getting soaked!” you yelled, pulling the handle again, finally slipping into the car. Your shirt clung to your bare chest as you shivered from the A/C. Brian laughed as you settled into the passenger seat turning the fans off. Reaching over you smacked his arm hissing “Asshole…” under your breath. “It’s good to see you too,” he said looking over at your soaked figure. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at your body, the coolness making your nipples harden and poke out of the fabric.

“So, what’s up, why did you call me out here so late?” you asked your cheeks turning a light pink shade when you noticed his wandering eyes. Brian inhaled sharply recalling the rough shift he had at work. Being in fast food was no easy task and normally Brian didn’t mind making the food as he was able to defile it before sending it out. Tonight he had to take care of the cash register. He hated having to deal with people, sucking up to them because “The customers are always right. Fuck that man if you come up to the counter screaming at me because you ordered the wrong thing and then spit in my face like it was my fault you deserve to rot in hell.” he said anger riddling his voice as his face turned a bright red with frustration. His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as he spoke and while you tried hard to pay attention you liked when he got this way.

You reached a hand across to him brushing his long dark hair away from his face and cupping it. Your thumb gently ran over his cheek as you sighed sympathetically. “Oh Bry I’m sorry, I hope she gets what's coming to her for treating you like that. Is there anything I can do to help?” you said as he leaned into your hand slightly releasing his grip on the wheel. Brian’s gaze met yours once more grinning deviously. “There is… something you could do for me.” his voice coming across to you with more lustful intent. He reached under his seat pulling the lever up letting his seat slide as far back as it could go. Patting his lap he smiled over at you insinuating for you to move.

It was hard resisting him, it seemed as though Brian always knew just how to get what he wanted. You laughed as you crawled over the console feeling Brian’s hands meet your waist to assist you. Practically falling into his lap your hands pressed firmly against his chest, your face dangerously close to his. His body was warm beneath your own, his warm hands slowly moving up against your damp torso. Grinning he ran his thumbs across your hardened nipples over your shirt causing an involuntary moan to escape your mouth. You balled your hands into fists, his shirt being held tightly.

Brian let out a slight laugh at your reaction letting his hands slide back down coming to the hem. He grazed his warm fingers across the skin on your torso. Slowly he peeled the wet shirt off of your body, setting it in the passenger's seat. “Mmm~” he hummed, looking over at your glistening skin shuddering with goosebumps. You rolled your eyes slightly, hitting his chest “Perv.” you retaliated before he reached up quickly wrapping his right hand around your throat.

Squeezing tightly Brian pulled your face close to his, “What was that, brat?” His voice was deep and commanding. The restriction of your airflow made you choke a bit, your cunt getting slick as your half-lidded eyes looked at him. “Look at you, crumbling in my hand.” he cocked his head looking over your pleasure-ridden face. Losing his grip on your throat he pushed your head to the side, licking from the crook at your shoulder up to your jawline. Letting go of your throat you slouched a bit in his lap, your cheeks on fire embarrassed with how easily he made you so weak.

Inhaling deeply he pushed you down against his hardened bulge. You leaned forward moving your hands from his chest to his face. Cupping it you pressed your lips hard against his grinding your hips down hard as you did. Brian let out a groan he had held deep in his throat, the friction making his toes curl. He swiftly pulled you off his lap, setting you in the back seat of his car. Your eyes roamed his body as he quickly pulled his shirt off. Climbing into the back Brian looked down at you moving his way between your legs.

You bit your bottom lip, Brian’s fingertips grazed over the hem of your shorts. Hooking both his index fingers under the waistband of the shorts and your panties he slowly pulled them down over your thighs disregarding them in the front passenger seat. His warm breath on your chest made you shiver as the pad of his tongue brushed over one of your exposed nipples. You let your right hand come up to his head, his dark hair sliding in between your fingers as he began to suck on your nipple. Arching your back a slight moan escaped your lips. Brian's left hand trailed down your torso running over the skin with just the tips of his fingers. Feeling his fingers slide over your slick cunt made you inhale sharply.

He pulled away from your breast looking up at you, a dastardly grin adorned his lips while he pushed your folds open feeling how wet you were. “Jesus look at you, sopping and I’ve hardly even touched you.” Brian’s voice came out with a slight growl beneath it. His eyes locked on your face as he began to rub small circles on your clit. Bright pink nipped at your cheeks while he touched you, his index and middle slowly pushing inside of you. “Mmmm~” you hummed out as your cunt tensed tightly around his fingers. “Damn you are so tight for me.” he curled his fingers up pulling them down along the inside of you.

Covering your mouth with one hand your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he began to finger you slowly at first. Brian sat up a bit more moving his free hand to graze along your jawline. His pace quickened before he aggressively grabbed your throat hard pushing your neck down against the seat. Choking you looked up at him while he thrusted his fingers in your tight cunt quickly. The mix of pleasure from the pressure around your airway and the curl of his fingers against your g spot made your climax almost impossible to hold down. The feeling grew, getting stronger with each curl as Brian watched your face contort. You were almost at your peak, the tingle in your hands and toes getting more intense. Then he quickly pulled out of you the feeling dissipating. You let out a groan of frustration as he removed his hand from your throat.

Brian set his slicked fingers in his mouth letting his tongue lick away your taste. He hovered over you, taking his fingers from his mouth. His hand gripped your face squeezing your jaw until you opened your mouth. Holding out your tongue for him he spit onto it watching as your mouth close. You swallowed watching his face. “Good girl~” he hummed, leaning down to kiss you gently. The tender embrace didn’t last long as he quickly wrapped his arm around your waist flipping you around. Brian tugged at your hips keeping them up while he pushed your head into the seat. Unbuckling his pants he pushed them down over his thighs, his boxers following as his hard member bounced slightly from its restraint. He spits into his hand slicking his throbbing cock with it.

Gently he rubbed his tip up and down your cunt teasing you with his head. Brian pushed into your loosened slit groaning as he slowly filled you. Your walls tightened around his cock making you moan out his name. “God f-fuck…. you’re still so tight,” he grunted, feeling you. Once he was fully inside with his hips firmly pressed against your raised ass Brian gripped your hips pushing them back against him. He throbbed inside of you earning a whimper. Slowly he started to thrust, nice shallow movements. “Faster Brian please,” you begged him as your hands balled into fists. Brian picked up the pace a bit thrusting into you slightly faster as he held onto your hips pushing you back hard against his own with each movement.

Reaching up Brian grabbed a fist full of your hair yanking it to bring you up on your hands. The sting on your scalp from the hair being pulled made you tighten around Brian causing him to groan out. He started to thrust faster pulling your hair back each time he pushed further into you. That familiar feeling started to build again coming from the pit of your stomach. “Mmm Brian I’m going to cum~” you moaned out as he continued to thrust hard and fast into you. His breathing gradually got heavier and the throbbing in his cock became more apparent. The pressure built to an unbearable tenseness and without control spilled over quickly washing your body in a wave of pleasure. “Ah, f-fuck!” Brian said under his breath from your sudden tightness still pushing into you through your orgasm.

Slick rolled down your inner thigh as your legs started to shake ever so slightly the high tingling all over your body. Pulling your head back even further he slowed down and thrust hard and deep inside of you a few times. Quickly pulling out he stroked himself grunting as he coated your back with cum. Panting he sat back against the seat, sweat causing his hair to stick slightly to his forehead. He reached between the seats pulling a shirt out of the small pile that had accumulated. Gently he wiped the sticky mess from your skin casting the dirty thing aside. You sat up letting out a deep content sigh after. Brian grinned at you pulling your naked body into his lap, holding you close. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him close to your chest, his face resting against your bare breasts. “I needed that…” he said, closing his eyes and pressing against you, the rain still padding down hard against the car. “Rough day,” you said softly, petting his head and receiving a nod in agreement.

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

Tags: @katgalle, @savonline

[heliotropehotch]

as it was - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @greenprisca​: Hi can I request a Hotch x reader fic! The reader is always there for hotch and jack (took care of them even when Haley was alive), but they both snap at her. Telling her she’s not Haley/his mom. (Y/N) takes a break from them and goes out with a brother or family member that’s a single parent, and the boys see it wrong.

a/n: i contacted tumblr a couple of days ago about my tag issues but i haven’t heard back. boosting this fic, if you like it, could really help tumblr fix whatever issue it’s having with my accounts. its very frustrating, and is making me not wanna post right now, so i might take a bit of time off while i wait for this issue to fix, and while i wait for more requests! ilysm thank you for your support!

Masterlist

author: abby <3

words: 1667

warning: fighting, yelling, mention of past character death

It shouldn’t have happened the way it did. 

The collapse of a perfect world was triggered by a caring act. The end of a long day, the whisper of words turned to shouts, love turned into regret. 

Aaron Hotchner had come back to his home late that night, the smell of dinner flooding through to his nostrils. He smiled, a gesture he missed when he was away on case. He called for Y/N, a presence he had hoped to see. Instead of the giggles of his son and her that usually met his eyes, he was met with quiet, so he headed to his son’s room.

She was moving to close Jack’s bedroom door, having just gotten him to sleep. Her eyes were tired, holding a sadness he had not seen in a long time. He quirked his eyebrow, moving to speak. She shook her head, a finger going to her mouth as she motioned him into the living room.

“How was your day, hun?” she sighed, stirring the pot of food she had made. 

“It was work,” he took his suit jacket off, draping it over a chair before hugging her body from behind. “Did something happen today?”

“I think you’ll need to talk to Jack tomorrow. He yelled at me tonight,” she said sadly, head swimming with thoughts.

“He did what?” he asked concerned, he hadn’t seen his son angry before. 

“I was just trying to put him to bed, but I guess he was having a hard time,” she spoke, recalling the hour before. “So I started humming that song Haley used to sing to get him to sleep, Hey Jude.”

“What?” His body tensed around hers as she continued speaking. 

“I don’t know.” She remained oblivious to his actions. “I thought it would help, but he just got more upset. He shouted saying I wasn’t his mom and started crying. I just held him until he fell asleep.” 

He retracted his arms from around her, hands curling into fists. “You’re not.”

She paused her movements to the dining room to set out plates for the both of them. She asked confused, “What?”

“You’re not his mom,” Aaron’s voice rang stern, anger boiling behind his steely eyes. “You’re not Haley. 

Y/N took a step back, scared of the tone, the implication of the words not said pushing against his lips. “Aaron,” her voice was confused, hurt. “I know that.”

“Then stop trying to act like you are.” He pulled his tie off, chucking it across the couch. “What made you think it was a good idea to do that? Stop trying to be more than what you are.”

“And what exactly am I?” Her voice became louder, not caring about the way it echoed through the hall. 

“A distraction,” he bit out, jaw clenched. “Nothing more than a sound to fill the silence.”

She huffed out a teary, dark chuckle, looking away from the man she’d give up everything for. She grabbed her things, keys jingling as her adrenaline began to wear. “Well, thank you, Hotch,” she bit out, a sarcastic smile on her face. “For having the decency to let me know now. Dinner’s on the fucking stove.”

The silence that was there before her hung in the air as he watched her shut the door, as she watched her leave.

The next morning, Jack Hotchner woke up rubbing sleep out of his eyes, clutching a stuffed animal Y/N had given him for his birthday. He frowned as he saw his father making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Daddy?” he pressed the fuzzy elephant to his chest. “Where’s Y/N?”

Aaron sighed at his son’s confused voice, setting the spatula he was using for pancakes down. He tried to mask his own emotions with the excitement of seeing his son. “Good morning, Buddy! Y/N went home for a bit, she had some other things to do.”

“But I thought this was her home.” Jack’s small little eyebrows furrowed with more confusion. 

“It is,” Hotch knelt down to get on his son’s level. “She just needed some alone time, bud.”

Jack’s eyes began to well up, striking his father’s heart. “Is it my fault?”

Aaron felt his stomach drop with guilt. “Of course not Jack.”

“But I yelled at her.” His lip quivered. “I said she wasn’t mommy.”

“I know buddy-”

“But I don’t care!” Jack was sobbing into his dad’s shoulder now. “I love Y/N, daddy.”

Aaron pressed his distressed son into his chest, shushing his cries against his casual shirt. His own heart ached with regret and words he wanted to take back. He admitted the words he had yet to say, as if to give himself some comfort. “I love her too, Jack. She’ll be back soon, I promise.”

After Jack had calmed down, Hotch decided to spend his day off trying to ease both of their minds. He took Jack to the zoo, carefully avoiding the elephants, and spent what felt like hours staring at the waddling penguins. Jack insisted on getting Y/N an apology stuffed penguin. Then he promised a trip to the park with what Jack called the ‘cool jungle gym.’ 

Jack ran towards the swings as Hotch reclined back into one of the park benches. He smiled to himself momentarily, as he watched his once sad son giggle with the other kids. His grin fell though, as he realized she should be enjoying the day with them. 

He wasn’t sure if Y/N would wait for him, and he honestly didn’t blame her if she didn’t. He had put her through so much, after having cared for both him and Jack when Haley died, and long before she passed as well. He loved Y/N but she couldn’t be blamed for being hurt at the things he had said, and would never mean. 

His eyes glazed over the park, letting out a solemn sigh at the peacefulness that contrasted the interior of his heart. And then he saw her.

Her arms were wrapped around a man, one Hotch hadn’t remembered seeing before, although it felt familiar. Around her own legs, a boy, about Jack’s age, had clung himself to Y/N’s knees, looking up pleadingly. The sweet smile he thought was reserved for his family had worked its way across her face. He almost missed his own son bounding up to where he had planted himself on the bench. 

“Daddy?” Jack called out. “What are you looking at?”

“Hmm?” Hotch said distractingly.

“Who are those people with Y/N? Doesn’t she wanna hang out with us?” Aaron was too preoccupied, watching Y/N pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek. 

“Can I go say hi to her?” he pleaded, tugging on his dad’s hand. 

“Not now, Jack,” he sighed, pulling his now pouting son into his lap. “I think she might be busy, bud.”

Days had passed, without a word from Y/N. Aaron had picked up the phone hundreds of times at that point, wanting to say anything to bring her back into their lives. He had been relying on Jess for help taking care of Jack when he was at work, and had therefore endured a lecture he knew he deserved. 

He got in his car to drive home, sighing at the empty passenger seat next to him. His eyes landed on the stuffed penguin he had bought to please Jack. He sighed once more, knowing he had to do something. 

The front door of Y/N’s apartment was daunting, unfamiliar. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been to her place before, but Jack was right when he said their place was her home. She had basically moved in with them, so the varnish that covered the wooden door only seemed threatening of the barrier he had been putting up. He raised his fist, and knocked on the door. 

Her eyes widened at the distraught man in front of her, promptly turning into a frown with the recognition of Hotch. She moved to close the door again. 

“Y/N, please,” he begged, stoic expression long gone. “I’m sorry.”

“Aaron-”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I hurt you, I know that. But I didn’t mean it.” She stood still, allowing him to speak, and he took a step closer to her, reaching for her hand. “I love you, Y/N. You were never a distraction, only a relief. There’s so much I couldn’t have done with you by our side. We both know you’re not Haley, but I like you better as you are, as someone who cares for my kid like her own, as someone who cares for me when I forget to do it myself.” 

Her hiccups of tears flooded the silence that came when he paused, his hand moving up to her cheek. “If I could take it all back, before I said those words, I would in an instant. Just as it was, just as you were. I just hope you still hold your love for me after what I’ve done.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing his nose into her neck as he breathed her in. She sighed, relieved to have one of the Hotchner’s back in her arms. “I love you, Aaron, even when you decide to act like a dick.”

He chuckled against her, squeezing her body against his before pulling back. Brushing away her tears again, he kissed her forehead, making a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let her go again. Her giggle, brought him out of his soft trance.

“Did you bring me a penguin?”

He smiled sheepishly, pressing the stuffed animal into her palm. “Jack got it as an apology gift to you.”

She pressed it against her chest, clutching it the same way his son had days before. “That’s one sweet kid you’ve got there.”’

“One who desperately wants to see you,” he chuckled again.

“Well,” she said, grabbing her purse and keys. “Let’s go home then.”

[peachesofteaches]

Y/N is an artist and everyone is in love

Request from @rosette0salvatore “Can you do a Damon x reader where she is an artist and o she plans a surprise for Damon with paintings of all their best moments ( like maybe of when they first met at the comet, then their trips , family stuff with stefan and Caroline ,bithdays ,late night star gazing) and Damon is all overwhelmed with it all. Then she proposes by bending down on one knee and maybe a joke about he was late as he also had a ring ready at home.”

or 

Y/N is an artist and everyone is in love

Word count: 3577

With her tongue poking between her lips, Y/N worked her paintbrush along the fine lines towards the bottom of the canvas. She kneeled over the painting, her knees sore from digging into the drop cloth all day. Hair hung in front of her eyes that she pushed away with the back of her hand.

She dipped the paintbrush back into the pastel green, then lifted the brush, dropping a line of green paint on her leg. With a sigh she gently stroked the outlines of a painted Monstera leaf, pulling back once the line was laid. It was a painting of her orange cat, Jenny, sitting on the kitchen counter as the sunset behind her. Plants crowded the corners of the picture, a last-minute decision. The painting took her two eight-hour days to complete and she shook out her wrist once the paintbrush was submerged in the mason jar of water she kept beside her, crowded with other well-used brushes.

Standing up slowly, Y/N began cleaning up around her studio. The golden light streaming in through the window tells her that she’s been here all day, again. She moves across the room to reach her phone, eyes lighting up when she sees a message from her boyfriend, Damon.

Hey brat, got you some dinner from Taco bell. Call me when you’re done.

She smiled and tapped the call button by his name, untying her apron while she waited for him to pick up.

“Hi, baby.” She said enthusiastically, holding the phone to her mouth while she moved about the room, picking up after herself and sorting her art supplies. “I just finished.”

“Ok, I’ll head over now.” She heard keys jingling behind the phone and the heavy wood of his front door opening and closing. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah,” She exasperated into the phone, placing the wet canvas on a drying rack next to her other finished works. “I just had a couple of things to finish before tomorrow. Heather wants me to bring my paintings over to the gallery so we can start setting up for the show.”

“I see, you gonna let me look at your paintings?” Damon asked and Y/N blushed, leaning against the desk in her studio, eyeing one of her recent works. It was a surprise for Damon. She did a watercolor of the Camaro set against the Appalachian mountains. The sky was a mixture of blues and pinks, inspired by sunrise. It was one of her favorite memories with Damon when they pulled over to a lookout on one of their road trips and watched the sunrise together. It was the morning he told her he loved her.

“You can see them tomorrow at the gallery,” Y/N said, flipping off the light switch and grabbing her tote bag and headphones.

“You tease. You’ve been working non-stop for two days and you won’t let me even peek?”

She giggled, locking the door and dropping the key into her pocket, hopping down the stairs being mindful of her untied converse. “Nope. Text me when you get here, I love youuuu.” She hangs up the phone, collapsing on one of the plush couches in the lobby, closing her eyes against the vibrant sunbeams that shine through the painted glass.

~*~*~

Damon picks her up ten minutes later and they take the long way back to the boarding house, riding with the windows down exchanging soft conversation. Damon rests his hand high on her thigh, slightly squeezing the soft flesh beneath her paint-splattered jeans.

When they pull up to the boarding house Y/N gets out of the car with a groan, beginning to feel the ache in her muscles from working. Damon moves around the car, taking her bag and looping his arm through it, then wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Let’s get you settled, yeah?” He says, kissing her cheekbone as they walk to the door. Y/N nods sleepily, kicking off her shoes once inside. Damon drops her bag on one of the couch cushions while Y/N calls for Jenny, scooping up her orange body once she crawls out from behind one of the curtains. Her fur is warm from sitting in the sun and Y/N holds her against her chest, nuzzling her nose between her cat's ears.

She makes her way into the kitchen where Damon pulls out three spicy potato soft tacos from the paper bag, pushing them towards one of the barstools. Y/N smiles gratefully, relaxing her arms so Jenny can jump out of them. She settles herself on the barstool, swinging herself slightly before unwrapping one of the tacos and biting into them.

“Oh, my goh-” She says around a mouthful of food. Damon eyes her from across the counter, coming around to sit beside her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I figured you hadn’t eaten. You always forget when you’re working.”

Y/N nods in agreement, washing down her taco with a Baja blast. “Do you know if everyone is going to be there tomorrow?”

“I would assume so. Nobody’s said anything different.”

It was Y/N’s first time displaying her art at a gallery show and according to her other artist friends, this was a defining moment in her career. Even Klaus went as far as to call and wish her luck, sharing advice on how to approach and talk to appraisers.

“Are you nervous?” He asks, his fingers splaying over her knees as he looks at her with a softened expression.

She shrugs, unwrapping the second taco and biting into it. “I don’t know.” She answers once she’s swallowed. “I mean, I could sell some of my paintings. That would help me with all the supplies and the rent for the studio. Then again, maybe nobody will like them. Then, I’ll have to pay out of pocket for taking up space in the gallery.”

Damon’s eyes widen at the concerns she’s blurted out. “Baby, if nobody loves your paintings then they don’t know shit about art. You’re so talented at what you do.” He coos stroking her cheeks gently. Y/N crumples up her trash, leaving one taco uneaten. Suddenly, she’s lost her appetite with the sudden anxiety that’s flooded her. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath so you can relax.”

~*~*~

The bath settles her nerves. The water is warm and the air carries the aroma of lavender. Damon sits behind her, holding her body between his legs and arms. He runs gentle hands up and down her arm, kissing her hairline gently. They don’t even try having sex, the intimacy is dripping between the two of them and Y/N is far too sleepy and soft to arrange her body in the awkward positions required for bathtub sex.

Once the water is lukewarm, Damon steps out first, wrapping a white towel around his body than holding one out for Y/N to step into. He swaddles her in the plush, rubbing the towel across her skin and her cheeks, gathering water droplets from her hair. He kisses her tenderly once she’s mostly dry, coaxing her into the bedroom where her towel drops against the polished wood floor.

In one breath he’s across the room, taking her warm lips between his and backing them up until her knees meet the bed cushions and her back lands, flush against the linens. Damon dips his head down into her collarbones, smelling her and feeling the warmth that radiated from the skin.

“Missed you.” He mumbles between marking her skin with sloppy kisses and light purple hickeys that she can cover up with some foundation. “You’ve been leavin’ me here alone- think about you all day.”

She moans when she feels his warm, thick, tongue sliding up her neck, bucking her hips up to him. He’s sporting a proud semi when the towel slides off his waist and once his tip nudges against her slick folds, its pulsing with blood. Y/N has that effect on him, she can make him insanely hard in an instant, the way nobody else ever has.

She wraps her legs around his hips as he thrusts into her, starting slow before snapping into her, moaning to the sounds of their skin hitting each other. She cranes her neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, and tugging lightly just the way he likes it.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans and Y/N bites her lip, pulling his head down to hers so she can kiss his sweating lips. “So tight for me.”

She can feel her orgasm coming on, steadily growing in warmth. Her walls are tightening around his cock, fluttering with each movement. “Cum with me, sweet girl.” He pleads, stroking her cheek as they come together, holding onto each other as their bodies rocks with orgasms and white-hot pleasure. He collapses on top of her, still feeling her walls relaxing and gripping around him.

Y/N curls her arms around Damon, dragging her fingertips up and down his spine and letting her legs fall open again. Except, he doesn't pull out, stuffing his cum inside of her because he knows she secretly loves it, being full of him.

And he loves it too.

~*~*~

Y/N wakes up sometime after, still naked, but the pressure between her legs is gone. Damon’s arms are fastened around her, bringing her flush against his chest. He’s naked too, his cock pressed against the flesh of her ass. After some struggle, she manages to escape his hold, padding towards his dressers where she pulls out one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

Treading lightly down the hallway, she opens the door to one of the old guest rooms that Damon had helped her turn into a makeshift studio. The room was dark despite the slight moonlight bleeding in through the windows. She crossed the large rug centering the room to turn on the lamp sitting on her desk. The surface of it was cluttered with sketches, papers, and stained coffee mugs. Jenny jumped onto the desk with a whine, curling her stomach into her spine when Y/N rubbed a hand over her back.

She sat back in the leather chair and sighed, knuckling at her tired eyes. Jenny spun then laid against the papers, purring in the silence. Y/N sat back and watched her cat rest, wishing she could do the same, but her brain was wracked with anxieties. Her nails were bitten back and peeled from her incessant picking at her hangnails. It was a nervous habit, a bad one, that she picked up in childhood.

Damon noticed them in the car and frowned, rubbing his large thumb over the irritated skin. “Baby, you’re destroying your little fingers.”. She felt worse because he had just paid for her to get her nails done before the gallery and she had practically ruined them.

Above all, she couldn’t even share her anxieties with Damon, because they weren’t all about the gallery show. She sighed and pulled open one of her drawers, picking around a tin of paper clips before she found the silver ring she had bought. She held it up in front of her, twisting the jewelry as it caught the lamplight, accentuating the engraved initials of her name on the inside of the ring.

She was going to propose to him tomorrow.

~*~*~

She couldn’t get back to sleep that night, so she laid in bed blinking up at the ceiling, watching the sun come up against the walls. Eventually, Damon stirred, patting the bed in search of her, whining when he felt her so far away. He scooted across the sheets, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the underside of her jaw.

“Did you sleep?” He asked and she bit her lip, shaking her head. She wasn’t going to bother lying, he was ever-so observant of her and one look at her glazed eyes would give her all the answers he needed.

“Only a couple of hours.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you’ve spent the last three nights awake with me. You need to sleep too.”

Damon scoffs and rolls on top of her, moving his hands underneath his shirt that she’s wearing to feel her warm belly. “Baby, I’m a vampire. -You- are a tiny human that needs her rest. What time do you have to head out today?”

“Not until two. Why?”

He covers her in kisses, bringing giggles out of her. “Because I’m going to keep you here until the last second.”

She laughs into a tender kiss, scratching lightly at his scalp. “That sounds good to me.”

~*~*~

Eventually, Damon gets her to fall asleep. He moves about his room, pulling out the suit he’s wearing to the gallery tonight and picking the lint off of it. He shaves and showers as quietly as he can, poking his head back into the bedroom three, four times to make sure his girl is still sleeping.

Afterward, he goes downstairs to the kitchen where he makes pancakes for her even though they might be cold by the time he wakes up. He doesn't mind though, he’ll reheat them as long as she gets to sleep a little longer. Her under eyes are stained lavender and her skin holds a gaunt paleness that gives way to how exhausted she is. He can -smell- it too. Her blood isn’t the same sweet smell that he remembers and the last time he drank from her he remembers her nearly fainting even though he only pulled two mouthfuls.

Safe to say, he hasn’t tried that again.

He’s growing worried though because he knows how much she’s wanted this and he wants it to be everything she’s hoped for, but he doesn't know what else he can do for her besides compelling Heather into making everything perfect. Then, he knows that Y/N wouldn’t like that.

So he keeps flipping pancakes, hoping that when she wakes she’ll have a vibrancy to her skin and enough energy to get through the night.

~*~*~

Y/N kisses Damon goodbye at the door, her lips still sticky with pancake syrup. The ring holds weight in her pocket and she holds her dress for the night over her shoulder.

“Meet me at 5 ok?” She says, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll be there.” He responds, watching as she places her dress in the backseat of Heather’s car and sits down in the front seat, sliding a seatbelt across her body. Her heart is hammering in her chest as they drive off and Heather begins making small talk about the food catering and asking for directions to Y/N’s studio where her finished works are.

The two stop for coffee and Y/N orders a cold brew, slurping it down because she wasn’t jumpy enough.

They pick up the paintings and load them into the trunk. Heather offers compliments, genuine compliments which Y/N has waited for her entire career for, except she can’t help but talk herself out of them because the one painting she’s worried about is sitting in her lap.

When they reach the gallery in Richmond Y/N brings the paintings to her section, dodging busy caterers and florists. She loses Heather in the chaos of it all so she lays her paintings out before the empty wall, rearranging them around the watercolor of the Camaro to judge which placements are better.

With one last sigh and a quick picture, Y/N heads towards the ensuite where her dress waits for her.

~*~*~

Damon arrives at a quarter til 5, because Y/N told him he could come early., but also because he’s been ready since she left. Someone leads him inside after he mentions Y/N’s name and he catches the baby blue color of her button-down dress. She looks adorable in it and when she turns to him, his heart nearly explodes.

She’s wearing delicate flats because she can’t walk in heels and her hair is let down in loose waves that cascade over her small shoulders. She smiles as they near each other and she raises on her tiptoes to slide her arms around his neck. “You look amazing. “ She says, stepping back to run her hands over his suit.

It’s black and white, a classic look that continues to compliment him. His hair is gently pulled back behind his ears and his jawline looks sharp against it. She runs a finger along the line, smiling when he bends for another kiss.

“Me? Look at you!” He takes a hand of hers and spins her around, watching as the dress floats around her. “You look like a princess.”

Y/N blushes as he steadies her, sticking his arm out for her to take. “Would you give me a tour?”

With a playful shove, Y/N loops her arm through his, leading him into the great room. They make quiet conversation as they tour the gallery, stopping to ponder at paintings and other works of art that have been displayed. None of the artists are accompanying their paintings yet, they’re off getting an early dinner or getting ready somewhere.

“These are all beautiful, but I want to see your paintings, little one.”

Y/N giggles. “You’ve seen some, but… not all of them.” She tries not to let her nerves get the best of her as she walks into the room where her paintings are. They walk together to the farthest corner that’s lit by pretty tea candles resting on a table in front of her greatest works. She can practically hear Damon’s breath catching in his throat when they stop.

“These… are mine.”

~*~*~

They’re all beautiful, just how he knew they would be. But the painting in the middle is what catches his eye because he remembers that moment. It was the morning he told her he loved her. The painting is watercolor, all the colors blending in a way that they complement the overall look of the painting. He doesn't know how she does it- create something so captivating that he could stare at it for hours.

“Babe-” He starts, turning to her but she’s looking down at her hands, a silver ring held in her palms.

“Damon, I feel like I’ve loved you forever. I’ve never been happier in my life than now. You make me feel complete. You- you’re everything to me.” She says, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I want to be with you forever, as long as we can. W-Would you marry me?”

The words forming in Damon’s throat die when she proposes, looking up at him with her doe eyes that melt the coldest parts of himself. He kisses her deeply, slightly squishing her cheeks with his hands. When he pulls away he sees a tear has fallen from her eyes and he feels them beginning to clog his throat.

He reaches into his back pocket, feeling the velvet box he tucked away before he left. When he opens it the glimmering stone casts tiny rainbows into her eyes and her jaw falls open. “I was going to ask you tonight too. Was gonna do it after the show and dinner but-” He plucks the ring from the box, bringing it up to eye level. “This seems like a good time too.”

The two lovers stand in front of each other, teary-eyed, and holding the rings they had purchased for one another. Y/N laughs first and Damon follows, swiping at each other's eyes as they kiss again, holding onto each other.

“Yes,” Y/N whispers as she backs away from the hug, letting Damon take her hand to slide on the ring. It’s a perfect fit, the quartz flashing beautifully against her small fingers. She slides her ring on Damon’s, another perfect fit.

Everything is perfect.

~*~*~

That evening, their friends arrive at the gallery once the sun has set and it is lit with tea candles and quaint lighting. The air holds a light conversation and people move around carrying glasses of expensive wine Y/N could never afford. Damon stays by her the entire night, only moving away when appraisers come to talk to her. By the time their friends roll through she’s sold three paintings valuing $2000 each.

It’s a successful night for sure.

Caroline is the first to notice their new jewelry and she practically screams, reaching for Y/N’s hand and holding it to the light. “No! No! Y/N- what?! You’re getting MARRIED!”

Bonnie and Elena follow after and Rebekah pokes her head above her girlfriend's shoulder, eyes widening at the ring. She turns to Damon to say something sarcastic when she notices the silver on his finger.

“What’s this?” She asks, eyeing the ring. Everyone’s attention turns to Damon and Stefan cocks his head, blinking at his brother.

Y/N blushes, meeting Damon’s eye. “We proposed at the same time.”

Elena squeals, clapping her hands over her chest and awing at the couple. “That’s so romantic.”

Rebekah slides an arm around her waist, refusing to comment but Y/N can see behind her eyes that she’s impressed. And Y/N isn’t too far off, for days to come she’ll feel like she’s living in a dream when she looks down at her hand. Her dreams are coming true, one by one, and it all started at the lookout in West Virginia where Damon told her he loved her.

Someone offers three grand for the painting but she refuses to sell, instead of bringing it back to the boarding house where she leaves it resting against the fireplace mantle.

[lanarist]

Hii, I really loved your Plug!Dabi headcanon, I was wondering if you can do a mini fic of him dating the reader or something like that.. if not that’s okay!! Also I love your writing 🥰💕

a/n: Absofuckinglutely I can. This got me so excited. Also thank you for your kind words 🥰 I did not expect my first time publishing my writing to get this much attraction but I’m grateful! I hope this is to your liking 💙

Plug! Dabi head cannon right here

Warnings: drug use, drug dealing, slight violence, guns, lil bit of foreplay, intercourse.

we got a lil bit of everything in here. smut, fluff, and angst.

Also, minors DNI✨

Tags: @bakugosbratx

Sunlight poured in through the blinds of your lover’s room as you began waking up from your slumber. Your eyes were still closed but you could hear the soft ruffling of drawers being shut and jingling of car keys.

“Baby, wake up for a sec,” Dabi cooed while rubbing your bare back, “I gotta go make a sell real quick. I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” You whisper, voice still groggy. You raise yourself on your elbows and squint your eyes. “Can I come with you?”

Dabi sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to tag along with him. He loves having you in the car with him to run errands. But, this deal was sketchy to say the least.

He was going to meet the buyer at some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The dude was was only wanting $20 worth of doja, which was already odd to Dabi because the minimum he’s ever made was an easy $50. Not to mention the dude wasn’t a good person at all. The whole ordeal was just sketchy all around.

“I don’t know about it, doll..” He tells you with a sympathetic smile, “Maybe next time.”

“Please?” You pout and put on the best puppy dog like eyes you could muster. “I just wanna ride with you. We could get food after, my treat.”

Dabi breathes heavily through and out his nose, pinching the bridge with his thumb and pointer finger. How could he say no to you? Especially when you have that irresistible pout on your face?

“Fine, but you already know I’m not letting you pay for me.” He chuckles, “I wanna get this done so just get dressed. You can put on one of my shirts, I’ll be in the car.”

You grin sheepishly as he closes the door behind him and you get up from his bed. You hum lightly to yourself as you go through his shirts in his closet. You grab one of his plain black shirts and throw it over your body, it falling right in the middle of your thighs. Your hand reaches out to the floor and you grabs your shorts before pulling them on. You slip your shoes on while throwing your hair to an acceptable messy bun and walk out of the door.

————

“Doll, listen.” His tone undeniably nervous, “I need you to be quiet when he comes to the car. This dude sketches me the fuck out.”

“Okay..” You say, unsure of why he’s so spooked.

Dabi’s car comes to a smooth stop at an old abandoned warehouse. He moves one hand from the wheel and places it on the stick shift to put the car in park.

The sound of a phone ringing filled the car as you scan the area. You felt a small amount of fear forming in your stomach as you gathered that you two are in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Yeah?” Dabi speaks as he holds the phone to his ear and turning his head in every direction, “Yeah I’m here. Where are you?”

“I’m about to pull up on you. Anyone with you?” A rough voice spoke on the other end.

Dabi hums and places his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze, “I got my girl with me.”

“Ight, I see your car. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Dabi hangs up the phone with a heavy breath. You place your hand on top of his and caress it with your thumb.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You assure him with a gentle smile. “Just get the money, give him the stuff, then we can leave.”

“Yeah..” He sighs, letting his head fall back onto his headrest. “I just got a bad feeling about this dude, I don’t like him.”

“Then why are you selling to him?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Dabi shrugs his shoulder, “Money.”

The sound of a door being slammed shut made Dabi turn his head in that direction. He removes his hand from your thigh and breathes heavily one more time before rolling his window down.

“What’s up man?” The dude speaks joyfully when he gets to the window.

You don’t dare to look into his direction, but his voice alone made your skin crawl. His tone was full of farce friendliness. In the corner of your eye you could see that Dabi was gripping his steering wheel tightly and his chest was rising up down at a steady pace.

“Sup John.” He greets the man back, “You only wanted a couple grams, right?”

“Yeah man, that’s fine.” John waves his hand sheepishly. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“No problem.” Dabi tells him before turning to you, “Can you get the bag out of the glove box?”

You nod and lean forward to open the glove box. When you open it you see the manual book that comes with every car, a black smith & wesson pistol, and the bag full of doja. You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from gasping, you didn’t know he owned a gun.

Then again, why wouldn’t he? He is a drug dealer after all.

You reach into it, carefully grab the bag full of green nugs and take it out before shutting it. You lean your body back against the seat and hand the bag to Dabi.

When you turn to look in Dabi’s direction you gasp and your stomach drops. Fear consumed your body and you start to shake.

Dabi notices the expression on your face and his eyes go dark. He turns to face John again and was met with a gun pointed in his face.

Dabi chuckles darkly, clicking his teeth and laughs like a villain.

“You’re kidding, right?” Dabi taunts John. “You gonna try to rob me?”

“Cut the tough guy act, asshole.” John hisses as he cocks the pistol and has his finger over the trigger. “Give me your shit and you both can leave. I doubt your girl wants to see your head blown off.”

“Hmm, you know people will come after you, right?”

“Your friends? I’ll take my chances.” John laughs, then motions his gun to Dabi’s hand that held the bag. “Come on, get to it.”

It all happened so fast.

Dabi chuckled darkly one last time before he quickly grabbed the gun from his hand and slammed it against his head. John’s unconscious body fell backwards onto the ground as blood trickled down the side of his face.

Dabi throws the gun out of his window and reaches over you to the glove box. He grabs his gun and slams it shut.

Dabi pushes the clip all the way in with the palm of his hand and cocks his pistol before aiming out of his window. The sound of gun shots infiltrate your ears as you place your hands over them.

After the final shot, Dabi throws his gun into his lap after unloading it and speeds off. His tires squeal as he drifts onto the road.

“Did you.. Did you kill him?” You whisper breathlessly, ears still ringing.

“No.” Dabi assures you, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid your shock filled gaze. His knuckles were turning whiter than his pale skin as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“But he sure as hell ain’t going no where with fucked up tires.”

————

Not another word was spoken in the car as he drove you both back to his place, food long forgotten. Now back at his place, you laid on his bed finally calmed down as he sat on the side of his bed with his back facing you.

His white hair was an absolute mess from the many times he’s ran his hands through it with a loud sigh. His elbows rested on his knees while his head rested in his hands.

“Baby..” You cooed, hesitantly reaching a hand out to touch him. “Are you mad at me?”

“What?” He turns to face you, his blue eyes glossy and cheeks red. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I begged to go with you..” You pout, letting your gaze fall down to the comforter on his bed. “You haven’t talked to me either..”

“I could never be mad at you.” He assures you before laying his body down next to yours. He takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m mad at myself. I knew better than to have you there with me. I had a bad feeling even before we left. Yet, I still let you come with me..” He whispers.

You felt your heart clench inside of your chest as he spoke. You have never seen him so shaken up like this. He was never one to show anyone his vulnerable side. The way he always carried himself it was surprising to others that he had emotions at all. It was even more of a shock that he had you. According to Keigo, he never gave anyone a second glance, and he definitely didn’t let people smoke his stash like he does with you.

You were different than the rest in his eyes. No one understood him like you do. No one has ever cared or worried about him. That’s why he couldn’t lose you.

“I don’t know what I would if something had happen to you today..” he whispered again, “I can’t lose you, y/n. I love you too much.”

What did he say?

“Pardon?”

“You heard me.” His blue eyes look into yours, full of love and admiration, “I love you, so fucking much.”

Tear brim your eyes as you take his face in your hands, “I love you too, Touya.”

That was the first time ever since you’ve been together, that either of you spoke those three words.

He lets out a small laugh before pressing his lips onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His hands find purchase on your cheeks as your lips danced against his.

“Can I just say that despite being scared for my life..” You pull away to speak, “Seeing you like that, was hot as fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, moving his hands down to your throat. “Good to know, baby.”

Dabi smashes his lips back on yours and moves his body to hover over yours. Your hands reach down to the hem of his shirt and tug on it. He takes the hint and pulls it off of his body with one arm.

Your hands lay on his biceps as one of his hands traced down your body, starting at your collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, and down to the top of your shorts. His hand pushes pass your shorts and panties, then two of his fingers land on your clit, rubbing soft and smooth circles.

You whimper against his mouth and dig your nails into his arms, causing him to smirk against your lips.

You have one of your hands travel down his body and push it under the band of his boxers. Now it was your turn to smirk as he groaned into your mouth when you took his cock into your hand, pumping gently.

“Fuck doll,” He growled when you let your thumb swipe over his tip, “I need you, right now.”

“You have me.” You purred and bit his lower lip.

Dabi removes his hand from your clit and raises up off of you. As he took the rest of his clothing off, you did the same. Clothes were thrown and long forgotten on the floor of his bedroom.

His body laid back on top of your as he made himself comfortable in between your legs. Soft whimpers emitted from your lips as he started to slide his cock over your wet sex.

You both gasp against each other’s mouths when he slipped all the way into your wet cavern. He could never get over the fact of how he fit into your walls so perfectly. Like it was molded just for him.

His thrusts were much slower than usual. His hands weren’t choking you or pinning your wrist down. He wasn’t attacking your neck or breasts, leaving his mark. No degrading words were being thrown at you.

Instead, he slides his hands into yours and intertwines your fingers as his hips met yours slowly and he breathes heavily into your neck.

He was making love to you.

His name and profanities tumbled out of your lips as he hit that sensitive spot inside of you. You moved your hands out from under his and wrapped them around his neck.

“I love you,” He breathed into your neck before lifting his head to rest his forehead against yours and his hands cup your face. “So, fuckin, much.”

“I love you.” You whimper, placing your lips on his as he continues his slow and smooth thrusts.

You feel yourself clench down on him and your heart rate increases, the coil burning inside your stomach about to break.

“Baby, I’m about to-“

“I know, Doll. Me too.”

Dabi’s pace increases as he takes his final thrusts into you. His lips take yours into a searingly passionate kiss that stole the air right from your lungs.

You both moan one last time before Dabi stills and his hold on your face tightens. Pleasure struck through the both of you as you hit release. His hips move lazily as he fucks you through your orgasm. No high from any drug could compare to the one you reach together in these intimate moments.

One of your hands massage through his hair while the other does the same up and down his back as you both catch your breath. The soft sounds of his breath against your neck making you feel sleepy.

“You wanna go get some food and smoke?” He asks while lifting up to see your adorable fucked out face. That was his favorite part.

“Absolutely.”

[haitanizzz]

!contains tokyo revengers manga spoilers!

cw: angst, swearing, alcohol mention, slight violence, blood/bruises mention, slight sa? (non-consensual kiss), spelling errors

characters: draken and inui

summary: draken gets drunk and got his ass into a fight. inui picks him up and takes care of him but draken can't seem to move on from emma. inui can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction, kinda one-sided love?, draken basically being depressed lol also set in the timeline where they own a bikeshop together

note: i don't ship them but i don't have anything against the ppl who do, i just thought their relationship was a great angst material :) i rushed the end a bit tho cuz i was getting out of ideas lol hope you enjoy!! also big thanks to the people who requested from us and we're a bit slow, but we're working on them don't worry!<3

-L

"hey inui! inui! seishu are you okay?"

draken was having it rough for a few days now, his nightmares about emma coming back to him each night like a curse from the past. inui noticed that his friend was more tense around him or when draken would hesitate to call out to him, but he didn't say anything since he knew that mental health was a touchy subject for his partner because of a certain girl. he was having a hard time ignoring it though as it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't know why. is it because draken is his dear friend or maybe it is because he was in love? ken was so nice to him and he was his friend because he was inui seishu and not somebody else, right? he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear draken call out to him.

"huh?"

"i've called out to you 3 times already! you look like you've been stressing so much lately-"

"oh no, no! im totally fine don't worry about it, i was just daydreaming a little bit!" he said as he let out an awkward laugh.

draken flashed him a gentle smile and patted his back.

"if you say so! but don't hesitate to ask for anything if you're not feeling well, aight?"

"got it boss"

"hey! i told u stop with that!" he playfully scolded inui as both of them began laughing. "anyways i just wanted to ask if you could close the shop today? i'm going out with some friends to drink, so.."

"of course! you can count on me, just give me the keys and you can go!

"thanks inupi! i owe you one!"

it was already dark outside when draken began to pack his things and passed the keys to inui.

"don't forget to close it or i'll beat ya ass if anything is missing tomorrow!"

"yeah yeah, just go already!" inui said as he pushed his friend through the door of their office.

"see you tomorrow seishu! "

he woke up to his ringtone, phone buzzing on the table as he got up and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. he didn't even have the energy to look at who was calling him so he just picked it up.

"yeah! see ya!" he sighed and almost slammed the door shut on accident. he was nervous but why? he could feel a pit in his stomach like when something bad is about to happen but he ignored the feeling and chose to dose off for a small nap on the sofa that was in the office.

-

"hello?" he answered the phone with a groggy voice.

"hey inui! sorry to call you this late but i need you to come here!"

"kazutora? it's not often that you call me, what's wrong?" he was dumbfounded that kazutora callled him as they barley even kept contact with each other.

"it's draken."

"what?"

"that idiot got drunk and punched a dude."

"oh god, again? " inui pinched the bridge of his nose not wanting to get up and drive there because he didn't like dealing with drunk people especially when it was ryuguji who got drunk. "im coming don't worry, thanks for giving me a call kazutora.

"thanks inui, we're at the new bar, just 2 streets down. we'll wait for you at the entrance!" kazutora said and immediately hang up.

"i swear that dumbass is going to be my death one day.." inui murmured and grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike. "thank god it's not that far, just 2 streets down or i wouldn't even go to get his drunk ass."

the engine of his motorbike roared as he stopped in front of a bar, that had neon lights around it. everything was so bright he got a little dizzy and almost had to close his eyes. he spotted kazutora and draken sitting together at a random shop's staircase that was next to the bar. he got up from his bike and began walking towards them and it was when he got closer, that's when he noticed the blood sitting on draken's white shirt and bruises all over his face.

"what the fuck happened?!"

the two of them jumped at inui's voice not expecting him to shout at them.

"sorry to drag you out to get him this late, i could've bring him home myself but chifuyu and the others are still in there and im kinda worried what would they do when there's nobody to look out for them." kazutora said as he slightly bowed his head as an apology.

"don't worry about it man, don't apologize." inui gave kazutora a slight smile as he took draken's arm around his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't fall. "i'll be taking him home now..thanks for looking out for him."

"it's nothing. have a safe drive and call me if something is up!"

"yeah will do!" inui said as he began walking back to his bike with now draken slumped over him. it was very strange that draken wasn't talking at all, he was usually very loud.

"im not a kid you know? i can take care of myself inupi."

"oh so you now know how to talk? and it didn't seem like you were doing so good, so just shut up and let me drive you home!"

draken let out a laugh as he sat on the back of the motorcycle and grabbed the spare helmet.

"aight, aight! just don't be so loud, my head is killing me.."

"i wonder why?" inui scoffed as he sat on the front. "just make sure you don't fall off or you'll have to go to the hospital by yourself."

the drive to draken's apartment was quiet. none of them talked, the only thing that was making noise was the motorbike and those few cars that passed them. they were almost there when inui felt arms wrap around his waist and felt some weight on his left shoulder and he tensed under draken's touch, his heart hammering in his chest.

"i swear to god if you puke on me-"

"are you mad?" draken's voice was soft, almost like when a child got caught stealing candies.

inui didn't answer not knowing what to say to a question like that so he just kept quiet.

they soon arrived to draken's apartment complex and inui parked his bike.

none of them said a word and seishu helped his friend up the stairs, then to his door. keys jingled as draken searched his pockets and struggled to fit the key to his door inside the keyhole. inui gently pushed him away and opened the door and draken almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. seishu shaked his head and closed the door behind him, took off his shoes then followed draken to his livingroom.

"come on man, we need to get you patched up and change! i promise you can sleep all you want after we're done." draken just groaned and put his head on inui's shoulder s a sign to help him to his bedroom.

"i think the booze is really starting to get to me.." draken said as his words were slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. inui helped him up and staring walking towards draken's room and sat him down onto the bed and turned on the lights. draken hissed at the sudden brightness and inui just let out a chuckle then went to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. he came back with the box and sat next to draken and grabbed his chin.

"come on this gonna hurt a bit, but i'll be as careful and quick as i can so bear with it 'kay?" the tatted male just hummed as an answer and inui took it as a sign to start cleaning his bruises. he started dabbing under his eye first, then right under his jaw with careful movements. draken didn't seem to be giving any reaction so he just continued until his eyes sat on his slightly busted lip. seishu looked away for a moment then went to dab the sanitizer on his lip when draken took a hold of his wrist and he dopped the cottonball he was holding.

"what's wro-" seishu's words were cut off when draken kissed him. inui's whole body froze as memories from his high school years started to pry at his mind and tears filled his eyes. he didn't know what to do. was it the right thing that he just sat there without doing anything but his hands shaking? he will never know the answer to that. he only came back to reality when draken pulled away and smiled at him with red dusting his cheeks, inui didn't know if it was from the alcohol or because draken was embarrassed.

"i love you..emma." draken whispered against inui's neck and passed out. seishu couldn't process what was happening and his chest started to hurt. he quickly pushed draken off of him (who surprisingly didn't even budge) and stood up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them. he didn't even bother to pack the first aid kit as he was almost running to the door. he slammed the shop's keys on draken's kitchen island and left.

-

the next morning draken woke up with a headache.

"..what happened?" he said as he looked through his room, the first-aid kit on the floor. he tried to remember what happened last night as he went to get dressed for work.

he was confused when inui didn't came to work that day.

[pascalpanic]

F*ck Around and Find Out (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Sequel to Fooled Around and Fell In Love

Summary: Your former fling and now boyfriend, Javier Peña, had a shitty day. Instead of soft comfort like last time, you go for something a little rougher.

W/C: <3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (m receiving), handcuffs, bottom!javi if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes), creampie, also lots of language but that’s a minor concern here lol

A/N: Well, I fucked around and found out. and it led me to this.

This is a sequel to Fooled Around and Fell In Love (linked here and above), but you can definitely read it as a standalone too!

Javi had another shitty day. Working for the DEA is a fucking grind, to say the very least. His weeks normally consist of at least one shitty day, but this one takes the cake for the entire month. 

He could’ve really used your calming touch, a kiss on the side of the face, something just to ground him, but you were busy. No matter how hard it was for him, Javier would not admit defeat. He would not ask for the tenderness he knew you’d so eagerly give, he couldn’t. He didn’t know how. So he didn’t, he took his anger out as he furiously wrote a report on the typewriter, smoked half a pack more than normal, and drank at least two pots of coffee from the break room. 

When the day ends, the clock striking 5:30, he pulls on his jacket with no hesitation. “Where the fuck are you going?” Steve asks as Javier shoves his shit in his briefcase. 

“Home, Murphy,” he snaps. “I’m getting the fuck out of here before I strangle Stechner until that balding head pops,” he grimaces. 

Steve’s eyes widen. “Well. Get some rest, maybe get laid. Get that shit outta your system.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about my girl like that,” he threatens.

Steve raises his hands in defense. “Just… saying that you need something to get that anger out. Have a good night, Javi,” he says and gets up from his chair, going god knows where. Javier couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried. 

Javier then proceeds to drive over to your apartment. He pulls out his brick of a sat-phone in the car and calls yours. You pick up after a few seconds. “Hello?”

“Hey dulzura,” Javier says with a sigh. 

“Hi, where are you? You could’ve just found me,” you chuckle, crossing your legs. You’re sitting on the edge of your desk, where Javier could’ve easily known you’d be if he had a single brain cell left that wasn’t being roasted by his hotheadedness. 

“I’m headed home- well, to your apartment. If I spent one more fucking minute in that place…” he trails off, anger fading to exhaustion. “And I just want to spend some time with you. Maybe slow dance in the kitchen again.”

You smile, hugging your free arm tight around yourself. “Of course, babe. You can get comfortable in my apartment, have a drink or something. I’m gonna be about an hour or so before I’m home. Fuckin’ Limón left a paper trail in Medellín and we’re trying to wrap it up.”

He sighs. He’s already waited this long, but he doesn’t know how to ask. He doesn’t know if he can ask, if he can tell you that he needs your love right now or he might burst. “Okay,” he says, nodding. 

His voice is so tired. So sad. You pout a little, looking over at your own cluttered desk. “Or… I suppose Limón can wait until the morning. He’s not going to do something crazy overnight, right?” You chuckle. 

There’s a small smile on Javi’s face now. “If he does, I will personally take over whatever you’re doing.”

You smile at the words. “Maybe I want him to do something crazy now,” you tease for a moment. “Well, I’ll head home now. Meet you at my place in a bit. I love you,” you tell him honestly. 

“Love you too, baby. See you in a bit,” he says and hangs up. He lets out a deep sigh at the relief of your voice, of the way just talking for you with less than a minute can take all of his stress away. 

He parks outside of your place, unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him. He sets his briefcase on your kitchen table. He finds a bottle of wine in your refrigerator and pours two glasses, sipping one and setting the other down for you.

Javier looks around your apartment, smiling softly. There’s a photo of the two of you on the end table by your sofa. It’s a shitty print of the two of you smiling into the disposable camera, faces washed out by the flash. Javier picks it up and chuckles. You’re grinning ear to ear, exposing your teeth and pressing your cheek to Javi’s. He may not show it, but he feels the same, although his smile is significantly smaller than yours. Closed lipped. His brown eyes show the weight of his joy. 

He sits on the couch and watches the TV with half of his attention. His anger from the day sinks back in, making him forcefully breathe slow to remain calm. She’ll be home soon, he reminds himself. She’ll kiss your skin and wrap her arms around you and tell you how much she loves you. You know she will. 

But Javier can’t wait. He gets up, pacing around the apartment. It’s only a short drive from the embassy to your place, but you probably had to put away some files and shit. He’s in the middle of his third lap from the kitchen to the living room when the doorknob rattles. 

He opens the door and sees your smile, and he wastes absolutely no time in cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You giggle at first, taken aback, before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing back. You walk him backwards into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you and slipping off your heels. “Bad day, huh?” You ask between kisses as the two of you meander to your couch. 

He breathes out a confirmation and you frown softly. “We better fix that,” you tell him, pressing your forehead to his. 

“I think we’d better,” he nods and kisses you again hungrily. Hard. Desperate, his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips. 

You break away as you reach the couch, sitting next to him and pulling him down with you. “Can I take care of you tonight?” You ask him, running a hand through his tobacco-brown waves.

He frowns a little. “What do you mean take care of me?” He asks, his head tilting to the side with his confusion. 

You smile. “Treat you right. Mainly in bed, that was kind of my plan,” you chuckle. 

“Oh really? Is that what you had in mind?”

You nod and press a soft kiss to his face. “You deserve it. Let me take the lead for once,” you mumble, kissing his jaw and his neck. “If you’ll be good for me.”

“What happens if I’m bad?” He mumbles, his head tilting to the side. He pulls you onto his lap, angling his head so you have better access. 

“Why don’t you fuck around and find out, hm?” You ask teasingly, nipping at his skin. He gasps in surprise and smirks. 

“Do your worst, baby girl,” he murmurs, and you kiss him again desperately. 

Your lips cling to his, arms pulling him as close as you can get. You don’t care that you’re still in your work clothing, you straddle him and palm him through his jeans. He groans and you push your tongue against his, moaning softly. 

The two of you stay like that for a little bit, your hand palming Javier’s hardening dick in time with your lips against his. He’s straining against his jeans, bucking into your hand when you pull away. 

You get off of him and stand, hands on your waist. You examine his belt, searching for one of the tools you know you can always find there. He’s about to ask if you need help unbuckling it, like the sarcastic asshole he is, before you lean down and grab the handcuffs with a grin. “I told you, I’m gonna take real good care of you. Now let’s head to bed,” you tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

He’s stunned, really. He’s never been anything but dominant in bed, always taking the lead, always putting in the heavy efforts. Even when you ride him, he’s the one thrusting up into you. But you jingle the handcuffs in front of you while you walk him to your room, and he thinks he’s already seeing stars.

“Fuck,” you sigh as you walk into your room and Javier squeezes your ass. You turn around, stripping your blazer and unbuttoning your shirt. “Take off your clothes,” you order him.

Javier obeys, smirking. “I think I kinda like it when you boss me around,” he teases, eyes widening in lust as he sees the curve of your breasts when your shirt falls to the floor. 

“Then you’re going to have a very good night,” you assure him teasingly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Is this okay? I know normally you’re the one doing this.”

“This is fucking perfect,” Javi laughs as he pushes down his jeans and then his boxers. “I’m excited to see what you have in mind. You know I’m down to try anything once.”

“You ever been handcuffed?” You ask, holding them up now that you’re in just your bra and panties- unintentionally matching today, a dark silky black. 

“No,” he admits. 

You raise an eyebrow. “I kind of expected someone like you would’ve, Peña,” you tease, pushing him down onto the bed. “Hands above your head. Got it?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” he mutters out breathlessly, putting his hands against your headboard. He positions himself readily for you, already rock hard and ready for you to do whatever the fuck you want. 

You smirk at the sight, tracing your fingertips over the line where your bra meets the flesh of your tits. “And you don’t get to touch tonight,” you tell him with a smirk, “but I promise it’ll be all about you.”

He smirks too. “Get over here so I can kiss you, at least,” he asks, and you nod, straddling him and bending down to kiss him where he lays, flat on his back. You grind your panty-covered slit across his dick, and he shudders as he can feel your wetness through the cloth. “Baby,” he mumbles. 

You pull away and look down at him, hands tracing over his body. “You’re so fucking hot, Javi,” you chuckle, fingers splayed out against his abs. “I am so lucky that I get this whenever I want it.”

“Whenever,” he nods in agreement, sitting up and kissing you again softly. 

“And I have never been one to take what I have for granted,” you murmur as you press him back down into the bed and kiss at his collarbones, his pecs, his abs and stomach and down to his hips. You leave soft marks across his skin, tasting every inch of it. “So fucking hot, Javi. God, you make me so wet whenever I even think about this.”

“Missed you today,” he breathes out as you slowly pump his dick, twisting your hand around him. “Needed you. Some love.”

“Yeah? You could’ve come and got me,” you chuckle, pressing kisses around the base of his dick. “Asked me.”

“Didn’t know how,” he admits breathlessly, grunting as you lick around the base slowly. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

You pout up at him, stopping for a second. “You can always come get me, baby. You know that.”

He nods. “Doesn’t matter now. Just… oh fuck,” he shudders as you take the tip in your mouth, shivering at the sound he makes. “So good, Goddamn.”

He won’t last long at all tonight, but that’s fine by you. Tonight, you intend to get your pleasure through his, to put him first and treat him to a night of relaxation. Your hand pumps the base of his dick slowly, making him cry out and tug against the restraints of his hands, as your other hand pulls off your panties. 

“Javi,” you murmur with a devious smirk. “Good boys don’t tug.”

Even when you’re the one in control, Javier still holds the power. He can still make you do whatever he says. “Good girls don’t tease,” he flirts right back and it goes straight to the pooling heat between your legs. 

“I’m the one in control here,” you remind him, even though it’s weak. You both know it’s Javier pulling the strings. You rub his thigh softly. “Just relax for me, baby. Let me take the lead, just let it all go. I’ll take care of you like you take care of me.”

His thick adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “I’d relax better if you were riding my dick.”

“God, Javi, you’re so impatient,” you whine and look up at him. “I was getting there.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckles. “Take your time then. I’ve got nowhere to go,” he shrugs, clanking his handcuffs around as a reminder that it’s not only a joke but literal.

You shoot him a glare and he gives an apologetic little smile that makes you giggle. “God, have I mentioned how much more I like you when you admit you love me? You’re not so intense in bed, even though you still can be. You can even be… cute.”

“I am not cute, dulzura,” Javier frowns.

“Yes you are! Look at that cute-ass pout you’re giving me,” you laugh. “You are adorable, Javi. Especially when you make those noises when I go down on you.” You take the tip in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around it.

Javier holds back the noises, now trying to prove a point. He’s nearly silent for the next few moments as you work him just the way he likes it with your mouth. You pout and pull away. “Will you let me hear those noises again if I get on your dick?”

Javier’s panting but he smiles and nods. “Maybe I’ll even listen to you and relax.”

You grin and bring your lips to his, kissing him deeply. “I think you will, because I have a surprise,” you murmur.

“I thought the cuffs were the surprise.”

“Just one part of it… I want you to cum inside me tonight. Raw.”

Javier’s breath catches in this throat. “Fuck, you’re sure?” He asks, desperate to touch your sides and grope your breasts in that gorgeous black bra. 

You nod. “I’m protected and clean.”

He nods back. “I am too, now please, baby-” You waste no time and sink your hips down over his, shuddering at how good it feels. “Javi,” you whine as you push all the way down, his thick cock bottoming out inside of you.

Javier’s already on the verge. “Fuck,” he grunts, biting down on his lip. Your hands rest flat on his chest, pushing him down into the bed. He can’t roll his hips up into you, can’t try to control the movement. It’s all on you. “Please, cariño,” and he’s already whining for you. Needy, desperate.

“Yeah baby? What do you want?” You ask flirtatiously, hovering your breasts in front of his face. Your hips wiggle teasingly on his, making him groan from the friction.

He pulls his head up to bury his face in your cleavage, tracing his tongue around the warm flesh of your tits. “Take it off for me. Please, baby.”

“No,” you say forcefully and lift all the way off of him, leaving you feeling achingly empty inside. “I’ll stop like this if you don’t behave.”

“I’ll do anything, dulzura,” he nods, hooking a leg around yours. “Please, just-”

“Good,” you practically purr as you line yourself up on him and sink down, moaning. “God, you’re so thick. Feel so good inside me Javi.”

He throws his head back into the pillow, your incessant teasing making his dick ache with tension. “If you keep fucking edging me, I’m gonna die,” he chuckles.

“Oh baby, this isn’t even real edging,” you murmur into his ear. You finally give in, putting your hands over his on the headboard, bouncing up and down on him. You kiss around his neck, working soft marks into places the shirt can cover tomorrow. “How does it feel?”

“So good,” he groans. “You feel so good on top of me, get me so deep inside of you,” he shudders, hips wiggling a little but stopping the motion as it makes you slow your pace.

“You’re a quick learner,” you mumble as you lick a hot stripe behind his ear. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah,” he nods frantically, shuddering. “Please?”

He said please. Javier fucking Peña just asked you for permission to orgasm. You could get used to this. “Yes, come on baby, cum inside me,” you tell him and he follows your command. He thrusts up into you once, desperately, and the friction leads him to spill his hot seed inside of you. 

You whimper at the feeling, biting your lip. “Good job,” you mumble as you work him through it. It’s pure bliss for him, the feeling of your walls clenching around his bare dick and your slick soaking the hot skin there.

As he’s done, you slow down and roll off of him, grabbing the key to the handcuffs from the nightstand and unlocking the cuffs. His hands immediately find their way to your sides and pull you on top of him, kissing you hard. “That was so good, baby.”

“I thought so too,” you chuckle. “Maybe next time you can stop being such a stubborn bastard and give in for me.”

He nods. “I do like that. Although, I won’t lie, I like destroying you more,” he teases, fingers tracing down to the aching clit that never got an orgasm tonight. His own cum mixes with the wetness dripping from you in anticipation. “Mm, you need to cum, don’t you?” he groans and bites his lip. “Let’s fix that, baby.”

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⚬ pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 4342 ⚬ warnings: brief drug mention ⚬ genres: mainly just fluff! college/uni!au

✧✎ synopsis: your longtime campus crush just received an interesting dare: to ask you out on a date. while the circumstances are questionable, you aren’t going to decline. maybe this is your ticket to romance. 

✧✎ a/n: if this title or plot sounds familiar, then that’s bc i finally accomplished a goal of mine: to rewrite i dare you. this was a fic i originally wrote in 2016!! i did change some aspects, so not everything is identical. PLS ENJOY ;w;

The bells to the café door jingled.

Normally, you wouldn’t be so attentive about the customers filtering in and out, but at that moment, your gaze shot over the lid of your laptop like a harpoon. It was roughly the right time, the right day. According to your judgement, this was when they usually came for their morning coffees. Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol: a very popular trio amongst the likings of your campus.  

Jeonghan was a nursing student. Clean-cut, charming to a degree of annoyance, and always ordered a boring black coffee. The second boy, Joshua, was cute enough to stop you in your tracks and force a double-take. However, he liked mathematics, numbers, weird formulas which looked more torture than learning. He preferred lattes with foam. And then there was Seungcheol. You wouldn’t call him your true love, because you didn’t know him all that well, and as far as he was concerned you were the lunatic who accidentally set pages of Joshua’s chemistry homework on fire. But that was a story for another day (you haven’t been near that Yankee candle since).

Nonetheless, you were crushing on him. Badly. To the point where you arrived at the café early, pretending to type a document on your laptop, just so you could flit your eyes every so often at his table while he slurped his chocolate mocha. You even had their scheduling memorized. It was a bit weird, and you would be the first to admit such a thing, but nothing was going to thwart you from daydreaming about those eyes of his. Or that dazzling smile. His short bursts of laughter which were usually tweezed out at Jeonghan pulling some stupid prank on Joshua. Everything about you adored him.

The trio gathered at their usual table, sat obliquely to your nook by the window. You had opened an older document that was already finished, pretended to tap against the keys while they ate a small breakfast before class. Something was different. They were giggling more than usual. And you couldn’t help but blatantly stare with concern when Joshua tore open a salt packet and poured it straight on his tongue. Jeonghan was grinning so widely that you were positive his face must be aching, and Seungcheol cackled into his fist while Joshua immediately grabbed for his latte.

A game. They were playing some sort of game.

Once Joshua had recovered, you noted that he began surveying the café, running his narrowed gaze to each table.

The second he found you huddled in the corner, attempting to shrink behind your laptop and pretend your presence was nothing but invisible, Joshua leaned into Seungcheol’s side to make a very smiley whisper. Pretend I’m working, pretend I’m working on something so damn important I can’t look up for even a second, you reiterated to yourself quietly, ignoring the panic ballooning inside you. A minute later, someone had just pulled out the chair across from you. They sat down with a slight groan, clasping their hands together.

Of course, it was Seungcheol.

“Hey.” He said, watching as you tentatively lowered the lid of your laptop, probably wondering why the hell you looked so stunned.

“What are you, um, doing?” You asked.

Seungcheol could not be sitting across from you just because he wanted to. It was impossible. And as much as that stung to admit, you knew the truth was simply that. He was definitely put up to this.

“We know each other pretty well, correct?” The boy completely ignored your question. “I know that you set Josh’s chem notes on fire. We take toxicology together. Need I say more?”

“Wow,” you replied, twiddling your fingers anxiously under the table, “that’s a whole two things. I can’t even count that high.”

“We can’t all be mathematicians,” Seungcheol moved the conversation along while he angled a white jar of sugar, “and I guess I should tell you, I’m in a predicament, which involves you.”

Your hands squeezed together so firmly that they nearly moulded into permanent fists. Seungcheol was staring at you now rather than flickering his gaze between the objects on the table, with those eyes as dark as sapphire. You were burning up, sweltering, felt like you needed to burst from your clothes and bathe in ice.

“A predicament?”

Seungcheol folded his muscular arms on the table and nodded. “Yeah, I got a dare from Josh. To ask you out. The thing is, I’m not supposed to tell you. But you seem like a nice girl.”

You swallowed very tautly and pushed down the lid of your laptop a little more. Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, you spotted both Joshua and Jeonghan observing, chuckling amongst themselves.

“Another thing,” Seungcheol added, raking a hand through his black locks, “I don’t want to lose to tweedle-dumb and tweedle-idiot over there – you can decide who’s who – so you should accept.”

Straightening your posture against the chair, you decided to spell out the situation, more for your sake than Seungcheol’s. “Let me get this straight. You got dared to ask me out. You have nothing better to do tomorrow night, so you accepted it. And I don’t have a choice.”

“Your wording is a bit disparaging. But essentially, yeah.” He leaned back with a gorgeous smile, turning up his palm. “So, down?”

At that moment, you could not believe the universe had just ladled this ridiculous possibility into your lap. A date with your biggest crush on campus. A date that so many people would be wrangling your neck to steal from you – even if it was based on an innocuous little game which Seungcheol refused to submit because he was too competitive at heart. It might not have been your most prideful choice in life, but you accepted. Any chance to spend the night with him would not be wasted as long as the offer stood.

However, you had one condition.

“I’ll do it,” you grinned, watching the boy’s expression perk like a child who just got handed a cookie, “on the account of another dare. Which you’ll find out on our fake date.”

“Fine.” Seungcheol shrugged, sliding his phone across the table so that you could enter your number. He stood up afterward, on the verge of returning to his friends when he suddenly paused.

“See you tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

There was such a rush of butterflies in your stomach, you were surprised one hadn’t flown out your mouth.

You didn’t know why you cared so much about a date that was most likely intended to humiliate you. Was Joshua still not over those chemistry sheets? Even after you spent a good two hours in the library attempting to rewrite them with your nicest, smoothest gel pel? Thoughts of what to wear, your style of makeup, and which perfume you should choose amongst the few on your dresser were awfully overwhelming. In fact, you were almost late to the park, the area Seungcheol had picked as a rendezvous point.

He rose from the bench in front of the duck pond once you arrived, checking the time on his wrist while making a tsking sound.

“Four and a half minutes late,” Seungcheol said, shaking his head, “you’re not making a good first impression, my lady.”

Obviously, you weren’t going to admit how you were stressing about a technically-fake date. In the end, you threw on a simple outfit and applied some lipstick on your way out the door, shoving the tube into a small purse hung over your shoulder. It’s not like he was treating you to a five-star restaurant by romantic candlelight. But if he ever did, you had the perfect outfit planned.

“Well, I’m here now. And with your dare.” You grinned.

Seungcheol stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Let’s hear it.”

“I dare you to buy me a week of coffee.”

At first, Seungcheol didn’t utter a thing. But then he erupted into a fit of laughter until his cheeks turned rosy like peaches.

“That’s not how this works,” he half-sighed, half-chuckled while removing a tear from his eye, “I’m rejecting it.”

“You can’t reject it! You definitely owe me. I didn’t let you lose to tweedle-dumb or tweedle-idiot. Plus, it’s low to ask someone out on a dare. I didn’t even have to show up.”  Ensuring your tone was confident, you folded your arms over your chest, raised your brow at the boy, and observed him as he tapped his foot in contemplation.

“Can I have time to consider?” Seungcheol asked.

While it was tough to capitulate so easily and let him have his way, you didn’t want to spend the entirety of your night standing next to a slimy pond, debating the regulations. So you bit the bullet. Besides, Seungcheol announced that there was a party he needed to stop by, that there was a particular someone to which he owned money. It was a short walk to this brick house that reverberated with music, cars stalled up and down the street while a flood of strobing colours illuminated in the windows. Seungcheol knocked on the door quite loudly, and then he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. You shot him a puzzled glance just as the door swung open, the stench of marijuana mingling with the cool, night air.  

“Well, well, well,” a fox-eyed boy murmured after taking a long puff from his blunt, “Choi Seungcheol. It’s about damn time.”

“I was in the neighbourhood. Heard you and Soonyoung were lighting this place up. What a good turnout, huh?”

“Mmhm,” the other boy hummed unenthusiastically, leaning his wide shoulder against the doorframe, “you got the money or no?”

Seungcheol laughed. “C’mon, Wonwoo. We don’t even get to go inside? Hang out for a bit? Have a drink? You’re a shitty host.”

Wonwoo slid a finger under his chin, rubbing in contemplation. It was starting to get colder out, for you could hear the tree leaves rustling together as a wind whisked through the dark. You squished yourself a bit closer into Seungcheol’s side, and to your surprise, he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Finally, Wonwoo concurred, sticking the rolled paper back between his lips while stepping aside with an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” the boy muttered, “but I’ll be coming to find you in about ten minutes. And I wanna see cash.”

“What’s his problem?” You whispered by Seungcheol’s ear as he guided you around an illy lit corner, into the kitchen.

His warm breath feathered your ear as he said, “I lost a couple bets to him and was slow getting the money back.” Seungcheol then grabbed two solo cups organized in a stack on the counter, filling each with a red, fruit-mixed alcohol which sat in two glass bowls.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.”

You accepted the cup and took a sip. “Oh, in case you needed to beat him up? I don’t know,” you lilted,  “he looks pretty sturdy.”

“Are you kidding?” Seungcheol gawked.

He slapped his drink down on the counter and threw his jacket over the back of a chair. With a perplexed, is this man crazy expression, you watched him roll up his sleeve and flex his bicep.

“Go ahead,” the boy grinned, “you’ll see.”

You made sure to roll your eyes and sigh incredibly loud in order to really establish your indifference. Meanwhile, your inner-self was fizzling like a carbonated soda. Grabbing onto Seungcheol’s muscle, you pressed down, forcing back a surprised chuckle at the fact his arm was hard as a rock. In that moment your meter of attraction toward the boy was ticking so absurdly you thought it could break.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Seungcheol. You’re strong.”

He tugged his sleeve back down and slid into the jacket again, a very brash smirk beaming on his face. You couldn’t decipher if he’d actually been attempting to impress you or if that was just a display of his cockiness. And yet, you didn’t really care which category it fell into, because you were still blissfully afloat thinking about Seungcheol’s arms. You lifted your drink and took another sip, swishing the sweet but tangy flavour between your cheeks. At that moment, a man you didn’t recognize attempted to scoot behind you – except there was definitely enough room for him to get by without planting his hands on your hips and squeezing them.

“Hey! What the hell?” You squeaked, quickly turning around on your heel to see the crookedly amused look he stared at you with.

“What?” He somehow had the audacity to respond.

But you weren’t going to accept his disgraceful maneuvers, and neither was Seungcheol. He abandoned his cup on the counter and pushed up his sleeves.

“Did you just put your hands on her?” Came his demand. It didn’t sound like the normal, relaxed Seungcheol who liked his jokes, but someone with an unnerving amount of authority and fearlessness.

“I-I was trying to get by.” The man stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of confrontation. He was already stepping backward as Seungcheol approached him.

“Don’t touch other people like that,” Seungcheol admonished him in a deep, staid voice, then pointed toward the threshold of the kitchen, “just get out, man. Seriously. Don’t even go near her.” And like a saddened puppy who received a scolding from its owners to lay down in the pen, the man slinked away without another word.

You were unsure of what to say to Seungcheol for diminishing the situation. Folding your arms tightly, you nodded at him.

“Thanks.”

Wonwoo came wandering into the kitchen. His eyes brightened the moment he saw Seungcheol, and he rubbed his fingers together to wordlessly convey that he wanted his money now.

“It’s alright,” Seungcheol gave you a soft smile while he revealed a large wad of cash from his pocket, “he was a weirdo.”

“Yeah.” You laughed as Seungcheol handed the sum to his friend, who fleshed out the paper notes to count the correct amount.

It took you a moment to realize that Seungcheol’s arm had wrapped back around your shoulders, this time a bit more securely.  When you leaned into him, it wasn’t because you felt a draft or a chill, but because he was comfortable. He felt and smelled like safety.

Later that night, you returned to the park, throwing stones into the duck pond while the moon was hidden behind a thin curtain of clouds. Seungcheol claimed that he could throw his stones farther than yours, which prompted your short-lived competition. It had ended so abruptly because you ran out of stones to throw. At one point you tried tossing sticks, but they didn’t travel as far, and they definitely didn’t break the surface of the water with a satisfying plop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, nudging your elbow excitedly, “I dare you to get in the pond.”

“No way!” You cackled. “It’s freezing. And that pond is nasty.”

“Just dip your toe in or something.”

“You dip your toe in!”

“I don’t wanna take off my socks.”

You huffed, a plume of your breath escaping into the crisp air.

“Well, we’re at a crossroads then, aren’t we?”

Rather than continue bickering about the dare, you were starting to feel these annoying hunger pangs. You didn’t eat dinner because of how nervous you were toward this fake date (which was rapidly morphing into a very real date) with Seungcheol. The most you ate today had been some toast and pieces of apple your roommate cut the night before. Directly on cue, your stomach gurgled, and your face swelled hot with embarrassment. Seungcheol grinned.

“Hungry?”

“Starving, more like.” You corrected him.

He pulled out the white fabric liners of his pockets, revealing they were completely empty. “All my cash went to Wonwoo.”

You flashed a playful smile while repeating his statement from earlier. “Oh, wow. Not being able to cover the meal on a first date? You’re not making a good impression, sweetheart.”

In an instant, Seungcheol had snatched your hand, interlocking your fingers together warmly. He began tugging you out of the park and onto a familiar street, where there was a twenty-four-hour diner that the students absolutely loved. Admittedly, you had been there a few times. Once as a giggly drunk who just wanted a waffle plate at three in the morning, and also as a struggling student who was desperate for a cup of coffee in order to power through a procrastinated essay. Now, it seemed you were returning for a date.

“I’ll pay you back, promise.” Seungcheol said as the server placed a nacho platter onto the table. “It’s my new priority.”

The diner was quiet and mostly empty apart from a group of three seated at another table. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until that first taste of melted cheese, salsa, and seared chicken hit your mouth. Seungcheol didn’t like black olives, so he kept picking them off. You were eating too ravenously to inspect your food.

“You’re taking the olives off?” You smirked. “Baby.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “I am not a baby.” He looked up at you as he shoved another delicious chip in his mouth. “And I know it gives you some sick, twisted pleasure to say that. You should be ashamed.”

Nearly choking on the water you just sipped, you dropped the  cup back on the table to cough a few times.

“You know what’s sick? The fact I’m paying.”

The boy reached for his glass of coca cola. “Yeah, but technically this isn’t a real date. So, doesn’t count.”

“Really?” Raising a questioned eyebrow, you watched Seungcheol take a long gulp from his drink. “Are you willing to say that with your entire chest? That this isn’t a real date?”

And in that moment, Seungcheol genuinely seemed to have met a stupor. In fact, there was a red tint dusting the crest of each his cheeks. He leaned back in the booth, folded his arms over his chest, and pursed his lips. You waited patiently for his response, lifting a nacho to your mouth while threads of cheese dangled in the air.

A smile broke through his stiff, musing expression.

“Okay,” he nodded his head, “maybe this is a real date,” (your heart impossibly fluttered), “you could be right about that.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You answered.

In truth, you couldn’t have been more delighted to hear Seungcheol agree, because if he hadn’t, you would have dined and dashed, fled straight out the restaurant in a haze of shame and embarrassment. In the span of just a few hours, your attraction toward this boy had impressively expanded like a sponge soaking up water. Before, you weren’t positive that he could be your true love. It was mostly a running joke between you and… well, yourself. However, this one night was proving that perhaps your joke could have some actual weight to it. And as Seungcheol continued to make you laugh, choke on your food, stare at him in complete adoration like he was a crowned jewel, you completely lost track of time.

It wasn’t until you burst into another frenzy of laughter at his story and spilt water all down your shirt that you finally checked your phone. Almost one in the morning. The server whisked your cutlery and plates away with a tired expression. You tipped generously, feeling rather guilty for creating such a racket at this hour.

“Do you want my jacket?” Seungcheol asked as you prepared to leave. There was a huge water stain soaking through your shirt.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked him, pulling a few strands of hair from your face. He nodded, already wrestling the jacket off.

“Go change, sweetheart,” Seungcheol told you so casually that you couldn’t hide this blatant look of surprise, “I’ll wait outside.”

Entering a washroom stall, you peeled the damp shirt over your head and folded it to pack nicely within your purse. You then slipped into Seungcheol’s jacket, which had this wonderful, warm fleece patched to the inside. It was soft against your bare skin, and it smelled like a fragrant hint of his cologne. After spending an extra moment freshening up at the sink, you wandered back into the cool night, where Seungcheol was leaning against a street pole. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks at the late hour, or if he’d actually given you a very smug, very relishing once-over.

Considering you had class early the next day, you asked Seungcheol if he’d be willing to walk you home. He obliged, and you paced together in comfortable silence until reaching the bridge. It arched over a swirling, gushing river which ran through the city, the current black as kohl and reflecting the lights of the nearby architecture. In the daytime this bridge wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was a beautiful vantage point during the night; a place to watch the city sparkle and flash like the cosmos.

“Hey,” Seungcheol whispered, grabbing your hand, “I have another dare for you, since you chickened out on the pond.”

You looked at the mischief compiling in his gaze. “What?”

“Climb up there.”

Seungcheol pointed toward a thick, metal beam that slanted upward, like a ramp. It flattened out at the top, and sometimes when you walked by during the day, there would be a few students sitting down after class, eating sandwiches or cracking open sodas. A placement of bars was set behind, only wide enough to stick your leg through. You glanced back at Seungcheol and nodded.

“Okay, fine.”

And so you began to climb up the slanted beam, feeling the breeze nip at your cheeks, your hair, like the smallest of kisses. At the flattened section, you turned around and looked down at Seungcheol, feeling like the empress of a powerful kingdom. His face ignited in the moonlight. He was smiling very wide as you stuck out your tongue.

“Easy. I dare you to climb up here.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I, uh, can’t.”

“Why not?” You laughed, folding your arms. “Scared?”

“No, I just—I twisted my ankle, so I can’t.”

“When was that?”

“You weren’t looking.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to tease him. Taking the zipper dangling from his jacket, you began to pull it down slowly, revealing a hidden amount of skin which turned the boy’s face an adorable pink.

“If you come up here, I’ll take the jacket all the way off.” You sang in a promiscuous tone, lifting up the strap of your bra and snapping it. Seungcheol grinned, cupping a hand over his gaze.

“No way. I’m not falling into a trap like that.”

“Fine,” you huffed, lowering to your butt and carefully scooting your way down the metallic beam, “you missed out.”

Seungcheol merely held his tongue; however, he did take the zipper on his jacket and pull it back up, right to your chin, hiding the expanse of flesh from the bright moonlight. You weren’t sure what courageous energy had just taken over your body. In fact, you’d probably regret such a thing by the time your alarm clock erupted tomorrow morning, pulling you from the pit of your sleep.

“I don’t want you getting cold.” He said. “And I can’t believe you nearly gave me a strip tease from the support beam of a bridge. That’s a first.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t forget this date.” You chuckled, half in nonsense, half in truth.

As he promised, Seungcheol walked you back to the house and made sure the door unlocked using the spare key under the letter box. Thankfully, your roommate left the lights of the front porch on, the bulbs now swathed in grey moths. It was a strange night. A night that wouldn’t have happened if not for the antics of Seungcheol and his two equally competitive friends. Maybe there was a positive side to burning Joshua’s chemistry notes, though you weren’t sure he’d be thrilled to hear you admit that. A game of I Dare You, turned into a fake date, turned into a real date, turned into a sweet affection.

You yawned, feeling the faint glisten of tears stretch in your eyes. “I had fun. And I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in toxicology.”

“With my jacket.” He reminded you.

“Yes, of course. With your jacket.”

And while you expected Seungcheol to simply bid his goodnight and perhaps take a late bus home, firing question after question of why he decided to accept such a stupid dare as he stared out the window, you were surprised when he reached for your hand.

“By the way,” he said, “I accept.”

You crinkled your nose. “Accept what?”

“The dare. I’ll buy you coffee every morning this week.”

“Oh!” There was a small flare crackling to life in your eyes as you recalled the original dare of the night. “That’s right. I forgot.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Seungcheol agreed. He then squeezed your hand. “On the account of one very simple condition.”

“I don’t think you can do that. Doesn’t seem rule-abiding.”

The boy discarded your comment. Instead, his grasp became tighter around your hand. He pulled you swiftly into his chest and stared straight into your helpless, panicking eyes as though he were going to confess something profound and utterly dire.

He smirked. “I want you to kiss me each time.”

Seungcheol lifted his brow in anticipation of your response, which was an undoubted agreement. Probably the fastest, easiest agreement you had ever made in your life. He moved in close to your ear, whispering something about how you should meet at the café tomorrow morning and walk to the lecture hall together, though you were ultimately buzzing and experiencing such a bold heartbeat that you missed most of the details. When he pulled away, you smiled.

“That sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Stepping off the porch, he turned back with a wave.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

✧✎ a/n: the reason i wanted to rewrite this fic was bc i still rly enjoy the concept. however, i cannot STAND my old style of writing, thus i decided to just rewrite the fic and appease the nagging in my head lol. this is how i would have written this fic today if i hadn’t already done so four years ago. i’m also questioning the possibility of rewriting love café for jeonghan (pls don’t go reading it if u haven’t already)  but that would take much longer ,,,, JUST AN IDEA THOUGH. i hope you enjoyed!!