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lit3rallyll0yd · 8 months

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heeeello, I wanted to order the bungou stray dogs guys with a s/o who always cries when she drinks, like she's a bigger lightweight than Chuuya and also gets really clingy when she's drunk

bsd men with a lightweight, clingy soulmate

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida, ranpo

warnings: drinking, lowercase writing, short because i feel crappy</3

a/n: writing with nails is a pain, but not impossible!!

taglist: @justcallmesakira @atlasnessie @riiwrites @silverbladexyz <3 luv u guys!! comment to be added!!!

dazai

finds it absolutely adorable when you sob at the smallest of things when you drink.

first time he witnessed your lightweight behavior, it was your friends 18th birthday party and you were offered a drink...then it escalated to more then two...

he found you on the floor of the guest room with your friend, who was embarrassed for you.

"she was fine when you left, but then i heard her cry, saying you left her forever..."

he shakes his head with a soft smile, and motions your friend to leave.

when they did, he walked to your figure and brushed your hair out of the way of your face.

"my sweet'bella~ missed me that much~" he teased and kissed your cheek softly as you stared up at him and wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his arms.

"i was gone for a mere 5 minutes.."

"hic- ihit felt like hic- 5 years.."

you closed your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, not feeling his soft lips kiss your head and rock you back and forth on the floor.

he wrapped his trench around you when he decided to sleep with you on the floor as well.

he made sure to keep in mind, "just 5 drinks...it's all it takes.."

chuuya

"CHUUUUYYYAHahahaa..."

"WHAT-what happened?!"

your eyes were watery, and your nose was runny

"i banged my knee..."

you came home drunk off your mind, and he already knew he was going to have to deal with your hangover, so he took the responsibly to take care of you.

you were on your knees on the carpet of your bedroom floor, making grabby hands at your boyfriend who sighed loudly, closing the door after him as he walked toward your body.

he lifts you up with a grunt and sat down on the bed with you on his lap, his hand rubbing your knee as you sniffled into his sleeve of his t-shirt.

it's only been 2 hours, and chuuya was ready to pass out because it was almost like he was taking care of a toddler.

"i thought you feel asleep, 2 hours ago!" he complained, now combing his fingers through your hair.

"i waaaassss!!!"

"then why aren't you?"

"ihi feel off reaching for the remoooote!!" you hung off his arms and your head rested on your pillow and closed your eyes.

chuuya couldn't move; however he didn't want to move.

he looked at you and chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to your arm that rested on your lap ontop of him.

atsushi

please, my boy is so confused

he had the same amount of alcohol as you, and your more drunk then a child on a sugar high.

your clinging onto him for the rest of the night, sobbing into his sleeve the moment you lose him and find him again.

"y/n...i went to go to the bathroom!"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME FOREVERRR!!!!"

he gives 10x the hugs and kisses you want.

at home, he would try to put you to sleep in your own bed while he sleeps on the couch because right now, although he helped you bathe for 30 minutes you still smelled like alcohol, and you kick in your sleep when you get like this.

he would know, he learned the hard why :(

"NAHO!! dohon't leeeeave!!"

"ow-ow-ow, y/n that's my hair- OW!!"

you ended up pulling him into your arms and wrapped your legs around his torso and fell asleep in two seconds.

he didn't fight you and just kissed your head and combed his fingers through your hair.

akutagawa

so, he doesn't drink as much as you think.

so seeing you get drunk after 4 drinks; he decided to keep you away from alcohol as much as he can....but he didn't know how without it seem like he was controlling.

the two of you were still at the bar, however you kept poking at his cheek in a way to annoy him.

"ryu...ryu..psst...ryu?"

"y/n!"

he glared at you, and you just giggled.

"hehe you look pissed!"

he took a deep breath in and out and looked at you, "and you're drunk..."

"PFFT!"

you cackled, slapping his arm and clung onto it soon after..

"mm..you have such strong arms~"

was that meant to fluster him?

well, it did.

he blushed and pushed you away, but you came right back, poking his bicep.

you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"child. you are a literal child.." he rolled his eyes, interlocking his fingers with yours.

he stopped talking to take notice to your soft snoring, the bar was barely full, and the clocked read 11: 45...without any other choice, he took you to your place...making sure you woke up with at least some memory of tonight.

kunikida

"y/n. i'm working.."

"ahand i'm the president!!"

"more like drunk.."

you pulled his cheek and pinched his nose at the same time, making him look like a deformed potato.

he knews how lightweight you are, he made sure to write it down. he also made sure to write down how mnay drinks it takes for you to get drunk...which is 5...only 5.

to this day, he still has no idea how you do it!

he's not a pda kinda guy, so when ypu keep touching him or poking him when he doesn't know he will tie you up, i kid you not, you know how dazai tied up atsushi in that one episode with the mushroom- yeah...

"kuniiiiiiii!-OWAHAO!" you whined, falling off the chair he tied you in and banged your head on the floor.

he turned to see you on the floor and tears roll down your face.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression and you only cried more, rubbing your eyes as you still laid on the floor.

with a sigh, he stands from his desk and walked toward you, hoisting you up in his arms and rested you on another desk and checked your head.

"you're fine, y/n...just banged your head a little..." he kissed your wound and hugged you in a way to get you to stop crying.

even though it was a small bump, when your drunk like this; even a feather could hurt you.

ranpo

he knew.

he already knew by your first sip he will have to deal with what was about to come his way.

and he was okay with that.

he LOVES it when you act all baby around him; t's almost like he's now in control and can just say anything and you'll agree.

your face was buried into the table you and yosano sat at, and your muffled sobs caught the attention from others at the bar.

she sighs and takes a sip of wine before noticing ranpo return, "ranpo, come get your girlfriend...she thought i was you 10 times now!"

you felt someone's hands on your shoulder and you looked up to see ranpo smirking down at you, "i';m wounded...we don't even look alike...is she that drunk?" he teased, kissing your inner lip and you whined, the dried tears on your cheeks gave you an uncomfy feeling.

"nooo- kiss me properly!!" you begged, making grabby hands at you and he laughed; "no, i don't think you deserve any~ you can't even recognize your own boyfriend?!"

after you whining, ranpo gave into you and kissed your lips more times then you haved asked for.

but are you complaing?

nope!

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hugz4hoon · 2 months

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close as strangers - s.j.y.

inspired by always by daniel caesar :-)

summary — after your breakup, you and jake unexpectedly meet again months later on a busy street

pairing — ex!jake x fem!reader

genre — angst, fluff, suggestive

wc — 3.2k

warnings — making out, sexually explicit scene, implied sex

a/n — this was supposed to be a rly short drabble but as usual, i got carried away. also i wrote this while listening to my jungwon playlist (i am constantly going through jungwon brainrot) no capitlizations bc i wrote most of this in my notes app 😓

you almost don’t recognize him when you see him. his eyes look dull, that small sparkle in his eyes you used to love, now nowhere to be found. his face looks thinner, and you see a noticeable black sky under his eyes. this isn’t the jake you knew and loved.

before you could avert your eyes and keep walking as if you never saw him, his eyes lock onto yours. suddenly, it feels as if time stops. everyone is still moving except you two.

memories come flooding back to you like water as you stand before the man you were once so familiar with. a small sigh escapes your lips as you remember your shared past.

the first memory that comes to mind is the first time you met jake. you two met in your sophomore year of university at a group study session held by a mutual friend. she introduced you to each other, since you all were in the same major. after meeting, you both were inseparable. you and jake ended up staying in the study room for hours even after the rest of the group left, just talking about everything and anything. he dropped you home that day, with the promise of a proper first date.

the next memory you think of is when he almost stood you up for your first date. when the day of the date arrived, you got to the cafe five minutes early. it was raining quite a bit, so you wanted to ensure that you weren’t late. however, after fifteen minutes passed, there was still no sign of jake. upset and confused as to why he would leave you hanging, you started gathering your things to leave the place. as you get up to go, you hear a familiar voice yelling towards you.

“wait! wait! i’m here!”

your eyes shot around until you saw the host of the voice, jake, running towards you while sopping wet, holding a bouquet of flowers that are just as drenched as him. you watched him as his running turned to jogging the closer he got to you. the sight of him took your breath away. his wet skin glistening in the daylight, his shirt clinging onto all the contours and outlines of his body. you almost couldn't look away. he finally reached you, ducking under the hood of the roof you’re under to shield himself from the rain. he sheepishly grinned at you while handing you the flowers. he brought you azaleas. you realize you had mentioned your love for azaleas that day in the study room, while delirious with the need for sleep. you didn’t think he would remember, especially since you barely remembered saying it.

as you took the wet flowers, he immediately started rambling to apologize. “y/n, i’m so sorry for being late, i actually got here like 30 minutes early, i swear! you can even ask the owner in there. then after waiting for a couple of minutes, i figured i had time to get you some flowers before you got here but i guess i estimated wrong...” although his voice started off strong, he trailed off at the end after seeing an amused smile starting to develop on your face.

looking up at him, you giggled at his form.

oh, he’s extremely endearing... what have you gotten yourself into?

��jakey, it’s okay. that's actually really sweet of you… why don’t we just find you some dry clothes, then we can get something to eat, yeah?” you said with a smile.

his expression mirrored yours, with a big teethy smile plastered on his face. he happily nodded at your suggestion, making his damp hair fly up and down, kind of resembling an excited puppy.

from there, your date continued with you picking out a new outfit for him, and then him picking a place for you guys to eat. once again, the two of you were together until late into the night, hours passing like minutes. that night, you learned everything about him—what he liked, what he didn’t like. what he really liked…

the third memory that crosses your mind is your first time at jake’s place. you guys had been dating for a while, and as you started to run out of fun date ideas, he decided to just invite you over to chill. it started off as a movie marathon, but you guys got bored of that as time passed. eventually your boredom led to playing the roblox fashion show game together on his bed. somehow, he kept getting on the podium while you never did.

“what the hell! how are you so good at this? you’re not even following the themes.” you complained with a small pout.

“nobody is! you gotta learn what the crowd likes, y/n.” he replied in an “all-knowing” way.

you glared at him before responding. “jakey, you know the crowd you’re referring to is a bunch of 11 year olds right?”

“doesn’t matter how old they are, they clearly love me.” he said with his chin pointed up.

his response caused you to let out a loud scoff. “yeah, whatever.” you playfully hit his arm.

jake feigned pain where your hand hit him and whined loudly. “owww! all because 11 year olds like me more?”

“oh, shut up!” you went to lightly hit him again, but that time he caught your hand. you tried to pull it out of his grasp, but before you were able to free yourself, he started tickling you as a rebuttal.

you thrashed around under him while trying to escape his hold on you, but his grip was too strong. the room was filled with your screams and yelps, along with both of your laughs and giggles. after a couple of minutes, he finally stopped tickle attacking you. when you came down from your high of laughter, you noticed the provocative position you two were in, with you pinned underneath him. before you could roll out from under him, he kissed you, keeping you in place. he kissed you slowly and passionately, as if the world stopped turning when you were together.

he shifted a bit without breaking the kiss, pushing one of his knees between your legs. he continued to kiss you, licking all over the inside of your mouth, as if trying to memorize it with his tongue. it was so messy, so needy, and so jake. the kiss deepened, his touch turning possessive. the room once filled with sounds of laughter is now filled with wet sounds and soft groans from both you and jake. he cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. one hand found its way to your back to press you closer, causing your breath to hitch and break the kiss for a second.

“shit, jaeyun,” you whimpered softly. he dove back into your lips, kissing you desperately, as he started to move his knee against you, hitting all the right spots. the pleasurable friction surprised you, making you pull away to throw your head back. “jaeyun, fuck, please, i need you,” you moaned out.

your words caused him to groan against your jaw, a primal hunger burning in his eyes as he looks at you underneath him. “fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me, y/n. not unless you want me to-” you cut him off with another deep kiss.

as you pulled away, you and jake stared at each other with the same lustful look in your eyes, panting heavily. the air around you was heavy with desire, a wordless conversation hanging between you. a dark flush crept up his neck, mirroring the heat blooming in your body. in that silent exchange, a shared decision was made, the playful battle forgotten as a different kind of heat rose in the room. the fabric of your shirt bunched beneath his hand as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body searing through the thin material. that was only the beginning of a long, long night.

the final memory you remember is the last one you have with him.

it was nearing graduation, a time that should have been filled with excitement and celebration. instead, it was overshadowed by decisions about the future. you and jake had always talked about your dreams, but it wasn’t until now that you realized how different they were.

you wanted stability, to stay in your hometown where your family and friends were, and where you envisioned a future together. you had even found a cute little apartment where you both could move in together after graduation. but jake had different plans. he had been offered his dream job across the country, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he couldn't pass up.

the conversation started off calmly, but it quickly escalated as the weight of the decisions you both had to make became clear.

“jaeyun, i can’t believe you’re seriously considering this,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “we’ve built a life here. we have plans. you’re seriously fine with throwing all that away?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, something he does anytime he’s under stress. “y/n, it’s not about throwing anything away. this is my dream job. we’ve always known this might happen.”

“but what about us?” you asked, your voice cracking. “i thought we were going to build a life together. here.”

“we can still be together,” he says, though you could tell he didn’t truly mean it. “long-distance isn’t impossible. and you could come with me. we could start fresh.”

“i don’t want to start fresh, you know what i want.” you replied, tears welling up in your eyes. “i want to build on what we have here. i don’t want to move across the country and leave everything behind.”

“so what, you expect me to just give up my dream?” he asked, frustration evident in his voice. “this is a huge opportunity for me, y/n. i thought you’d be happy for me.”

“i am happy for you,” you said, wiping away a tear. “but i’m scared too. i don’t want to lose us.”

“we won’t lose us,” he insisted, but with every word, the sureness in his voice got weaker. “we can make it work.”

“can we?” you asked softly, the doubt hanging heavily between you. “or are we just delaying the end?”

you silently prayed that he would change his mind. you prayed he would pull out a hidden camera and tell you it was all a joke. you prayed for him to say something, anything that will change the situation. but much to your dismay, he didn’t have an answer. the silence that followed was filled with the unspoken fears and uncertainties that neither of you wanted to face.

after what felt like an eternity, jake finally spoke. “maybe… maybe we need to accept that our paths don’t cross like we thought they did.”

it felt as if your heart physically broke in half. you couldn’t hide the tears that continued to fall, the realization of what was happening hitting you hard. “so, this is it then?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “i guess it is.” this wasn’t any easier for jake than it was for you. he’s never loved anyone as much as he loved you. sure, he’s had his fair share of middle school girlfriends and high school talking stages, but nothing as serious as what he had with you. he doesn’t want your relationship to end, but he knows it has to happen if he wants to achieve his goals, especially since he doesn’t want you to have to give up your wants either.

that night, you both went to bed with heavy hearts, the distance between you now a chasm that you’ll probably never be able to fully recover from.

it’s been 10 months since that dreadful day. you continue to stare as thoughts rush through your mind. in your daze, you don’t notice him walking towards you until he taps your arm. the tap causes your mind to automatically clear enough for you to process the boy in front of you. he’s looking at you with eyes deep with melancholy and a soft smile.

“hi, y/n. it’s been a while.”

his boyish voice echoes in your ears as he speaks. you always loved his voice. when you struggled in your math classes, he was always there to help explain concepts to you, but you never paid attention to his lessons. how could you, when all you could hear was his sweet, melodic voice, and that gorgeous accent as the cherry on top?

lost in your thoughts once again, you don’t notice a random pedestrian walking right into you amidst the busy sidewalk. he bumps into you, making you stumble over a bit. before you fall, jake catches you and helps you back onto your feet. feeling his touch after so long ignites something in your chest, a sensation that you haven’t felt in many months.

“still the same clumsy girl, aren’t you, y/n?” he teases, cheekily.

his words cause your cheeks to redden even further. at that moment, you decide to leave before you can embarrass yourself even more.

“yeah, jake. it’s been a while, but i really have to go now.” you try to brush past him but jake stops you with a hand on your bicep. he felt a strong pang in his chest at hearing you call him jake again. the last time you called him that was the first time you had met. after that he had always been your jaeyun or jakey, names that only you ever used for him. to everyone else he was always just jake, but not to you. never to you. that is, until now. he shakes off that thought for the time being, as he has other matters to address.

“i miss you, y/n.” he says, looking straight into your eyes.

jake's words shot you like an arrow to the heart, but you couldn’t let it phase you, not when you worked so hard to get over him. “jake, please-”

“i moved back here.”

your eyes widen at his words. "what?" you whisper, hardly daring to believe it.

“i moved back here,” he repeats, more firmly this time. “i realized that my dream job wasn’t worth losing you. nothing is.”

you quickly remind yourself that you need to be strong and stand your ground, no matter what he throws at you. ever since your break up, you’ve built a wall around your heart to avoid that type of pain at all costs. that heartache is something you never want to feel again.

“please, jake. i can’t do this again.” you try leaving, but he stops you once more, the pattern becoming annoyingly familiar.

“just hear me out,” he pleads, desperation lacing his voice. his hands are now gripping onto your wrists, somehow holding you tightly and delicately at the same time, a hold you know all too well. “i know things ended badly, and i know i hurt you. but not a day goes by that i don’t think about you. about us.”

“but how do i know you’re not going to hurt me again? jake, do you know how long it took me to move on?”

his heart aches at the thought of hurting you so much, but it aches almost equally to think about the fact that you’re saying that you’ve moved on, when he on the other hand still constantly thinks about you. at first, he thought it was normal. of course after a two year relationship, he’s going to think about you often, even after your break up. but eventually, he realized something must be wrong when everything kept reminding him of you months into him starting his dream job. he was never at his best mentally, and not only was it affecting his career, but it was also taking a toll on him physically. he rarely had an appetite due to the permanent heaviness in his chest, which bloomed straight from the you-shaped hole in his heart.

“i know. i know, y/n, and i’ll never forgive myself for that, you have to believe me. i thought i was doing what was best for us, but i was so, so wrong. i need you, y/n.” his eyes are filled to the brim with tears now, but he’s doing his best to keep them contained.

“i understand, jake. and i forgive you, but i can’t shake the feeling that if the opportunity arises again, you’ll take the job and leave me just like last time.” you say firmly, still trying your best to stand your ground. you won’t let yourself get hurt again, you can’t.

he takes your face into your hands to make sure you’re looking into his eyes as he speaks. “y/n, i thought i knew what i wanted back then. but after 10 excruciatingly painful months without you, i know that all i want is you. all i need is you. i can’t live without you, y/n, ever. i thought about you every single day, and it hurt so much knowing that you weren't mine anymore. i could barely function without you—it felt like i was missing a piece of me. wherever i am, wherever i go, none of it matters, as long as you're right there next to me.”

with that beautiful monologue, your carefully built wall immediately comes crashing down. but as much as you want to, you can’t give in like that. you need some time to think about it.

“i... i don't know, jake,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling despite your efforts to sound composed. “this isn't easy for me.”

jake's expression softens, a mixture of hope and fear flickering across his face. he steps closer, his hand hesitantly reaching out to wipe your tears that have fallen without you realizing, as if afraid you might vanish if he moves too quickly. “i know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. “but please, just give me a chance to show you.”

you take a small step back, needing space to think, to breathe. although the step was less than a foot long, it made jake’s heart drop countless yards into the ground. “i need time,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“i'll wait,” jake promises, his eyes never leaving yours. “however long it takes.”

silence settles between you, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. the busy city continues to move around you, indifferent to the weight of your reunion. you're both very aware of the distance that still lingers between you, not just physical but emotional—a divide born from hurt and uncertainty.

“i should go," you finally say, breaking the quiet that has stretched between you. “i just need some time, jake.”

jake nods, disappointment shadowing his features, but he respects your decision. “i understand. just know that i'm here whenever you're ready.” he steps back, giving you space. “i’ll always be here for you, y/n. no matter what.”

you manage a small, sad smile. “i know. and maybe one day, we’ll look back and laugh at all of this. but until then...”

“until then,” he finishes for you, a somber smile on his face.

with a final, lingering look, you turn and walk away, each step a battle between longing and self-preservation. jake watches as you leave, his heart heavy yet hopeful. the uncertainty hangs in the air, a question mark hovering over what might come next for you both.

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joostsblog · 4 months

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I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕

Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate

Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭

caught in the middle part one: picnic day ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist

Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)

Description: A cheeky joke between two friends turns into something different.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: THIS IS A SERIES NOW! Read part two here!

I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶

Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread

"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.

"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.

"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.

"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.

The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.

It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.

"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.

"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.

"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.

"Be my guest," you said.

"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.

Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.

"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.

"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.

He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.

You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.

"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.

You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.

"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.

"I'd like that very much."

READ PART TWO HERE // series masterlist

#joostsblog #ski aggu #ski aggu x reader #ski aggu x you #ski aggu oneshot #ski aggu one shot #ski aggu imagine #ski aggu fanfic #ski aggu fanfiction #ski aggu ff #joost #joost klein #joost klein x reader

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crueisummer · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

chapter summary: You surprise Charles at a race, and he wins and asks you to be his girlfriend.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Part 3!! I had a lot of ideas coming in with this one that's why it took so long xD Hope you guys like it! In my imagination, Max DNF and Charles won in Austria LOOOOOL jk. Anyway, thank you so much for all the support <;3

word count: 3.1k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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While sitting on the couch in your living room, engrossed in writing a song with a guitar on your lap and a notebook in front of you, your concentration was interrupted by the FaceTime ringtone. Glancing at your MacBook on the coffee table, you saw Charles' name and immediately answered the call, greeted by his gorgeous face.

"Hello, cheri," Charles greeted you as you set aside your guitar. He settled onto the bed, his head bouncing with a smile, and you couldn't help but laugh. Observing his wet hair and the towel around his neck, you deduced that he had just finished showering after receiving your text about being available for a FaceTime call.

"Aww, is my baby tired?" You teasingly remarked, knowing he preferred terms of endearment over his name.

"Very," he replied with closed eyes, his smile still present.

"I watched the qualifying today, and you did amazingly! P2!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, as if you were the first one telling him his position, even though he was well aware.

"Merci, bébé. I was thinking of you while racing," he winked at you.

"No, you weren't," you playfully rolled your eyes, aware of his flirtatious nature, yet blushing at his words. Adding, "What time is it there?"

"It's about 9:30 pm here."

"3:30 here."

"Were you writing?" He inquired, noticing the guitar beside you.

"Yeah, just a bit. I've only figured out the guitar part for now," you shrugged.

"Can I hear it?"

"Sure." You reached for the guitar and played the chords for him.

"That sounds amazing. I'm sure you'll come up with the lyrics soon. You're like a genius," he complimented.

"Charles, please. You're going to inflate my ego," you jokingly responded, strumming the guitar. Suddenly, memories of the night you and Charles first met flooded your mind, and the lyrics began to form. Setting the guitar down on the couch, you quickly grabbed your notebook and pen, eager to jot down the lyrics.

"See? You're already writing it down," he smirked at you, shaking his head, secretly thinking, You are so talented.

As you caught up with each other, you suggested that Charles turn off the lights in his room, leaving only the lamp on, and make himself comfortable. About thirty minutes later, he was starting to doze off. Whispering a soft "good night" to him, he responded with a gentle smile and mumbled it back. You watched him sleep, waiting for him to enter a deep slumber before ending the call, recalling how last time you had accidentally woken him up by ending the call too soon.

Now, gazing at his peaceful expression, you wished he could always be like this. He had confided in you about the pressure he was currently facing—falling behind in points compared to last year, ranking 6th in the driver standings, and the heightened attention on him as they returned to Austria, where he had won the previous year—all while aiming to secure a podium win that would mark Ferrari's 800th. Last week, he finished P4 and was disappointed not to make it to the podium, and all you could do was offer comfort over the phone since you were in New York.

It had been two months since you and Charles had met, and you both agreed to take things slow. As part of that decision, you chose not to accompany him to the races. However, when he finished P4 last week, you couldn't help but wish you could be there to hug and support him.

"Please be here," Charles whispered, surprising you. He seemed to be sleeping already. Is he sleep-talking?

You responded softly, "Hmm, Charles? What did you say?"

"Here," He whispered again, and that single word was all it took for you to grab your phone and message your manager that you were heading to Austria. Once you were certain Charles had fallen into a deep sleep, you ended the FaceTime call and made the necessary arrangements. You packed your suitcase, booked a private jet and pilot, secured accommodation and transportation in Austria, all timed to coincide with Charles' arrival at the paddock.

Upon your arrival, Kika and Pierre joined you, handing over the VIP pass. The media immediately began taking photos, unsure of your identity but capturing the moment just in case you were someone significant. Your attire—a black tank top and skirt, a red Ferrari leather jacket, red Jordans, black sunglasses and Charles' Ferrari cap—made it evident that you were there to support a certain Ferrari driver.

"Charles says he's in the motorhome. He's asking why I'm asking where he is," Pierre said, looking up at the two of you, waiting for your response.

"Hmm, if you tell him you have a surprise, he might suspect something, and we don't want that," Kika contemplated aloud.

"Um, just tell him you need him to sign something," you suggested, pointing to the cap you were wearing.

"Wait, are you two official?" Pierre asked you.

“No, not yet.” You smiled sheepishly at them as they expressed their surprise.

“Wow. I bet he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend before the day ends,” Kika said confidently. “I would bet all my money on it.”

“I know he's been planning it for a while, but the surprise might be the cherry on top,” Pierre added, while Kika linked her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

You laughed at their reaction as Pierre led the way to the Ferrari motorhome. You pondered silently, realizing that it didn't really matter whether you were officially a couple or not yet. Charles had been patient, waiting for you to feel comfortable with him, and you both agreed to take things slow. But lately, you couldn't help but feel that both of you were ready for a committed relationship. So, why continue waiting?

A few employees were present, but there were no fans or media in sight. Kika took out her phone to record the moment, and Pierre called Charles, instructing him to come outside. With Pierre on your left and Kika on your right, you stood nervously in the middle, removing your sunglasses and cap to make it easier for Charles to recognize you. You waited for about a minute until three figures wearing red emerged from the building. Charles was the first one out, scanning the surroundings, and when his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

"Y/N?"

"Surprise!"

Grinning, you rushed toward him, and he reciprocated by opening his arms, embracing you tightly. Laughter filled the air as Charles stood there, slightly confused but delighted, while you savored his scent and held onto him. In your imagination, you had envisioned this surprise and his reaction countless times, but nothing compared to the reality of hugging him.

The three people around you laughed and gushed at the sight, and eventually, you pulled away slightly, keeping your arm loosely wrapped around his as you smiled and greeted him with a simple "Hi."

"What? How? When I fell asleep last night, you were still in New York!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening with astonishment. His confusion was undeniably adorable.

"Yeah, but you were sleep-talking, practically begging me to come here!" You replied, creating some distance between you and Charles, placing your hand on your hip. He didn't appreciate the space and closed the gap, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head, as you faced your three friends, who were playfully teasing Charles.

"He begged you to come here!?" Carlos shouted in amusement.

"Just say you're happy she's here!" Pierre exclaimed.

“Wait, you guys are in a call while sleeping?” Arthur teased.

"For crying out loud, just kiss her already so I can turn this off!" Everyone turned their attention to Kika, who was still recording the entire interaction. Except for Charles, who gently placed his hand on your chin, guiding your face to look at him. As you turned to meet his gaze, his lips were already in close proximity to yours. He closed the gap between you and gave you a brief but tender kiss before pulling away.

Shortly after, Kika and Pierre bid their farewells, and you hugged and thanked them. Charles then introduced you to Carlos and Arthur.

"Ahh, so this is the famous 'Y/N' that Charles has been talking so much about!" Carlos remarked, smiling as you both stepped back.

You giggled and playfully asked, "Oh really? What has he been saying about me?"

"He's always bringing you up in conversations! Saying things like 'Did you know Y/N is like this...'" Arthur began, imitating Charles as the four of you shared a lighthearted moment.

"Shut up, mate! Go! Don’t you two have to be somewhere?" Charles exclaimed, playfully shooing Carlos and Arthur away. They pretended to be offended but waved goodbye as they left. Charles then took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and led you into the motorhome.

Curiosity filled Charles' expression as he guided you through the motorhome. "Seriously, how did you get here? Wha-?" he began to ask, but you interrupted with laughter, explaining most of it.

As he showed you the different rooms, you waved and greeted the staff. The motorhome had offices where people were working, tables and chairs in the middle, and stairs at the back. Charles led you up the stairs, pointing out the kitchen, and at the top of the stairs was the second floor, where his driver's room was located.

His room was small, with a closet on the left, a small desk beside it, and his bed on the right. You sat on his bed while he closed the door behind you. Commenting on the size, you remarked, "Well, this is bigger than what you described."

"Still, I don't like hanging around here," he chuckled, joining you on the bed. You looked at him, and he couldn't help but smile. "I still can't believe you're here. Did I actually sleep talk last night?"

“Yes! You whispered, ‘be here’ twice and I don’t know, it felt right for me to get here as soon as I can,” you explained and shrugged at the end. Charles' smile didn't fade.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked softly, and you nodded in response. His lips were warm and soft as they met yours. They parted slightly, allowing your tongues to intertwine. The gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, his fingers gently combing through your hair—every sensation was heightened as you breathed each other in.

Charles firmly grasped your hips, urging you to settle onto his lap as he shifted back on the bed. Your bodies pressed against each other with passion, breathing heavily as your lips locked together. The taste of your shared breath lingered, accompanied by the feel of your combined heartbeats. With a slight fumble, he managed to remove your jacket, and his lips trailed a series of small kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake.

"Charles, you're going to leave a mark," you whispered breathlessly, reveling in the intense sensations evoked by his kisses.

"That's exactly what I want, my love," he replied in a rough, raspy voice. You entangled your hands in his hair and tugged gently, prompting him to withdraw and admire his handiwork. He looked at you, breathless, your lips reddened and swollen, your hair tousled, and a vivid red mark adorning the left side of your neck—a visible symbol of his possession.

Charles was about to speak when his phone suddenly began vibrating in his pocket. He reached for it and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Finally feeling your fatigue from the long flight, you put your head on Charles' chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach, closing your eyes and finding comfort in the rise and fall of his chest against you. You were almost asleep when you heard Charles bidding the caller goodbye.

"Babe, I have to go to the parade now. Do you want to stay here and take a nap?" Charles asked, running his fingers through your hair as you nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in 30 minutes tops," Charles says, making a move to leave. At first, you resist, but knowing he'll get in trouble if he's late, you let him go. He kisses you on the forehead goodbye, and you're already fast asleep before he's out of the room.

"Y/N, amour. Wake up," Charles says, planting kisses on your face and arm to gently wake you up. You stir and open your eyes, and he smiles at you. "Sorry to wake you up, but you're going to watch me win now."

You laugh at his cockiness and ask him if you have time to freshen up. He nods, and you stand in front of him, finishing up your lip gloss. He tries to lean in for a kiss, but you stop him, reminding him of your lip gloss. He groans and kisses your forehead instead. Holding your hand, he leads you outside the motorhome.

"I'm going to be busy now. Will you be fine with Arthur?" he asks, taking a sip of water while his hand remains intertwined with yours. You nod, assuring him you'll be okay.

"Are you sure? You can ask Kika to sit here with you, though," he suggests, concerned about your comfort.

"Charles, don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I think I can handle spending time with new people," you laugh, teasing him. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Kika would want to stay and support Pierre."

Once everything is settled, the two of you enter the garage. Charles greets everyone while holding your hand, and you wave at them. He shows you to your seat next to Arthur. Charles introduces you to Joris and Andrea, who are sitting beside Arthur, and then he leaves for a brief team meeting.

As you observe the garage, Joris asks if this is your first F1 race.

“First race and first-time surprising Charles.” You smile at him, and he tells you he’s going to show you something. He tilts his camera to you, and you see a photo of Charles at his apartment, smiling while looking at his phone.

“He was texting you, by the way.” He says and you blush, asking him to send you a copy of the picture. He nods and adds, “You know, I’ve never seen him smile like that.”

“Bullshit. You probably say that to all the girls he brings here.” You joke and chuckle at him.

He raises his arms and says, “Hey, I don’t have any reason to say that to you in the first place. So, trust me when I say that he’s never looked at a girl like that, ever.”

Arthur then chimes in, saying he's never seen Charles talk about someone so much, especially to his mother.

Your eyes widen. He told his mother about me? You try not to show any emotion as you ask Arthur, “What has he said about me?”

“I’m pretty sure all good things. I know she doesn’t like to judge before meeting someone, so she’s been asking Charles to invite you for dinner, but he said the two of you are taking things slow, and I think she really liked that.” Arthur smiles at you.

“Charles hasn’t had a good track record when it comes to dating, and Maman tries not to interfere; but you know.” Arthur adds and nods his head, and you did too. Charles previously told you about his two previous relationships and how fucked up everything started and ended.

You're interrupted when Charles approaches your group. He takes you to the side for a moment of privacy. He informs you that he has to go to the grid and asks if you're sure you'll be fine.

“Charles, I’m fine, okay? Now, good luck out there.” You smile at him and pat his chest.

“That’s it?” He says frowning. He turns to his side and taps his cheek. You laugh at him and gently held his jaw, tilting his face to kiss him gently on the lips.

When you pulled away, you whisper to his ear, trying to copy his accent, “Good luck, amour.”

He grins like a kid and replies, “I have my good luck charm right here.”

During the race, you wear a headset to listen to the communication between Charles and his engineer. Arthur explains the race terminology to you, and you enjoy watching the pit stops. When Charles briefly takes the lead and Carlos follows in second place, everyone in the garage celebrates, and you join in. Not realizing the film crew on the garage and zooming in on you celebrating until you saw in one of the screens. You stopped jumping and blushed, realizing there were cameras here and that you’ve been made by the media.

As Charles crosses the finish line first, Arthur and the others grab you and run from the garage to the barricades. Charles parks his car, stands on it, and raises his fists in triumph. The lot of you cheer for your driver. He removes his helmet and balaclava and was just about to hug you when you grab his cheek and kiss him passionately on the lips. You felt him get taken aback but he kisses back instantly. The crowd around you cheers, and Charles pulls away and smiles at you. He goes on to shake hands with Arthur and others before preparing for his interview.

After a few minutes, they step up on the podium, and you watch as Charles gets handed the trophy and he raises it. He looks around and locks eyes with you. He winks, and you make a heart gesture with your hands. He laughs and shakes his head.

You're glad you came to surprise him, knowing in your heart that you're ready for the next step in your relationship. While you had agreed to take things slow, you knew he had been patiently waiting for a sign that you were ready to start a new relationship.

As night fell and you found yourselves on the balcony of your hotel room, gazing at the starry sky, a feeling of familiarity washed over you. Charles lovingly wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you look back at the day and think that your spontaneous decision to support him at the race was a clear indication of your feelings, and he knows it.

Finally, Charles finally asked the question he had been longing to ask all day, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile adorned your face as you turned to face him, his arms still embracing you. Without hesitation, you kissed him and replied, "Yes."

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saey707 · 11 months

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I SEE YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN "HEARTSTEEL" I LOVE THEIR INTERACTIONS ON TWITTER AND EVERYTHING (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) It's cool, just cool :') Well, the point is... could you do a Yone x fangirl!reader? (I've been thinking about an anonymous online friendship and then a BIG surprise when they just meet face to face) Anyway, have a good day <3 -🍄

✿ Prompt: You have a chance encounter with Yone ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: YES HELLOOO! ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა Thanks so much for requesting! I tried my best to get the premise of your idea in, but I did make some changes to improve the flow of the short and make it more authentic! Hope you enjoy! ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡

You and Yone met through an online board long before he went off the grid- hell, you met long before Yone even became legendary!

While it wasn't the conventional way to meet someone, you couldn't help but become fascinated by him and all the discussions he participated in. It's not every day you meet a (kind) man so invested in the history of Japanese warriors, DJ'ing, cold brew, and meditating!

You've never met Yone in person, but you figured from his messages alone he was either an old man or a kind soul... Even both. Every email Yone sent you was well punctuated and wise. He always knew exactly what to say, to an extent where you didn't know if he was just researching everything he was telling you or was telling you something based on his life experiences!

The day Yone sent a photo to you was the day you were convinced he was an old man now. It was clear that the photo was printed when he took a picture of it. His long, black hair was neatly kept, and he stood tall and sharp in a suit... Not to mention, there were orbs on the edge of the photo, and his eyes were as red as a demon!

You knew, eventually, your anonymous pen pal would stop replying one day, but it still hurt all the same. For years, you wondered if Yone was okay. You wondered where he was now, what amazing things he was doing. You wondered if one day he would ever email you back again... You wondered if he was dead.

"Hey, Warrior! I know it's been a few years since we last spoke. I know you won't respond, and I don't carry any grudges against you for it. I just can't help but wonder: How have you been? Were you ever able to get that red motorcycle you wanted? Are you still DJ'ing?"

That was the first email in years you sent to him... And you couldn't help but find some comfort in having a one-sided conversation. In a way, it felt like it healed the past few years you were left wondering and waiting.

"Hi, Warrior! You won't believe what happened yesterday: I finally got myself to meditate for 30 minutes straight! I'm still not sure how you can do it for an hour, but maybe someday I can get just as good as you. Hope you respond soon. I miss you!"

It became a regular habit for you to email him, even knowing you would never get a response. But maybe someday he'll be able to see what's going on in your life. Maybe someday, he'll open up his emails and respond to you... It's just wishful thinking.

"Have you seen the new band going viral? They're called Heartsteel! Their producer has the same name as you and even rides a red motorcycle in the music video! Isn't that cool? I know it isn't you, but at the very least I can imagine that it is you. I can imagine it's you out there doing great things with great people. And maybe it makes sense to me now why you won't respond. But just know I'm proud of you. No matter what you're doing out there. I'll email you again in a few days. Bye, Yone."

You sent the email, shutting your laptop now.

Waiting in line for a cold brew, it came as a surprise to you when you saw a man in front of you looking down at his phone, not even realizing that the line had already cut down to his turn to order.

You waited a few seconds... Then another. Then another.

Soon enough, you were annoyed. "Uhh, hey?! It's your turn to order..!" You tapped the man's shoulder, watching as he turned his head to you, confused as he shook himself from the alternate dimension his head was just in.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him for a moment, taking in the intricate details of his face. You recognized the sharp look in his eyes. You were familiar with the shape of his jawline. From the moment you got a good look at him, you knew it was him.

And while it seemed as if he didn't recognize you, the moment you spoke, his eyes lit up. It was you.

"Warrior?"

"Deer..."

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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Hey can you do Jack Champion x Actress!Reader, Where Jack has a crush on her and he like dms her?

FLAWLESS | JACK CHAMPION

summary: jacks had a crush on you for a while now. she's a great actress that he admires. one night he decides its time to finally message her.

warnings: none just fluff :)

an: sorry this is so so so short. i’m so sick so i’ll get to the request and write extra today!! i hope this is how you expected it :)

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yourusername: sending kisses from thailand!

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fan01 you’re so gorgeous, i can’t wait to see the movie!!

yourusername thank you so much!!

jackchampion are you having a good time? the view looks amazing :)

yourusername i love it, thank you!

baileybliss trying to steal my girl?

masongooding my boys trying to make a move?

fan02 you’re so stunning

fan03 THE PASTA YUM

it wasn't unnoticeable that jack has a huge crush on y/n. he was always commenting, liking and reposting her post. he watched all of the movies that she started in and rewatched the shows. he even tried to get jenna to set you two up.

he would've made a move earlier but he was afraid of rejection. maybe it was the fact that he had alcohol in his system that he messaged you.

all he said was a simple hey, "really?" he thought to himself. he should've said something to intrigue her more. he threw his phone and ran away acting like a little girl. it was probably about ten minutes later that he finally decided to check his phone.

y/n scrolled through her messages until she saw his name pop up. all he said was a simple greeting, but you still was amused by it. she tapped the message quickly thinking of the best thing to send back.

hi :)

it shocked him that he even got a reply back. he tried his best to understand what just happened to him. (he’d probably start kicking his feet like a little girl)

i’m going to be honest, i don’t know what to say because i’m still in shock

that was the only thing that could come out after 20 minutes of thinking. she replied pretty quickly to him.

ill give you time to process this ;) i’m going out to lunch, maybe you can join me?

hell yes :)

jack spent at least a half an hour trying to pick a outfit. after he still didn’t figure it out he resorted to calling his mom. which she helped him pick out a outfit quickly.

it was a understatement to say jack was nervous. this is all he wanted. he wanted her. he got into the car and drove to the panera. to be honest he wasn't the biggest fan of panera, but he did it all for her. he would do anything for her.

she sat there waiting with a fresh bowl of soup. he was at least 30 minutes late to their "date". the sound of the bell from the door made her meet the eyes of jack. she smiled waving him over to her.

"hey! sorry i'm late, i couldn't pick out an outfit to wear." she nodded to him. why did she make him that nervous? it's not like they never interacted before. maybe only one or two times.

"i promise i'm friendly," she said brushing her hand against him. that didn't calm any of his nerves. he would just have to be himself and hope she would accept him.

an hour later they finally began to laugh together. it was almost like they had known each other for a long time. he wondered if she actually thought about him more than a friend.

"i really do like you, no matter what i'll wait for you." jack said. you both finished up your lunch and were getting ready to leave. you looked up to him meeting his puppy dog eyes. no one could say no to that.

you looked at his lips and then directly into his eyes. leaning up you attached yourself to his lips. your arm reaching up to curl in his hair.

"i'll text you later stranger," she gave him once last kiss on the lips. she never met someone like her. someone that she could spend her life laughing with. she wondered if something would actually happen between them.

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milliondollarwomen · 8 months

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Well Hello

tom blyth x fem reader

word count 1.9k

mature content 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/daemonslover/740468521162653696/well-hello-part-2?source=share

Part 2 ^^^^^

overview: you meet him and the bar and he has to claim you.

hey y’all this is my first time writing like this! so please let me know if you guys liked it.

As you entered the bar, you could hear people talking and drinks clinking. A captivating figure was leaning casually on the counter. His commanding British accent drew you in right away. You decide to head over his way to see if he will notice you and as you stand next him waiting for the bartender he looks at you. "Well, hello," this mysterious man greets me. His smile is charming without being overly cheesy and he possesses dark curly hair that isn't too curly, along with the most stunning blue eyes you've ever laid eyes on. He was probably wondering why I did not react after I stared at him for a while.

"Hi" you responded not knowing what to do or how to act and all he did was say hello but already you felt anxious. "Are you from around here, love?" The way it slipped from his lips, love, was enough to make you melt. "No, I just moved here for graduate school. I'm going to NYU, and you?" When you told him you were a graduate student, he tilted his head slightly, which made you wonder what it was about that interested him; however, you refrained from making too much of it. "Ah well, congratulations, but yes, I am, and I've been here for quite some time,"

you were intrigued and wanted to learn more about him. As he spoke, he sipped from his cup; you couldn't help but notice the way he held it, how it landed on his lips, and how his Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed. It was enough to make your mouth water. It was puzzling to you how a guy you had only known for five minutes could evoke such strong emotions in you. "so, what do you do for work or are you in school as well?"

With a look of surprise on his face, he shifted his gaze towards you. "I do a lot of things, none of which concern you, dove, but I would love to buy you a drink. So tell me all about yourself." you can't say that you blame him for avoiding the subject; after all, you are just an odd woman who wants to know where he works or if he's in school. In the course of your conversation, you told him that your undergraduate major was sociology, that you were lonely here, and that you had hoped to make some new friends if you ventured out more. After blabbing your mouth for the next 30 minutes, you realized how open you were to this man you had never met. He may be a murderer for all you know. His eyes pierced through you as you pondered why you told him these things about yourself, and then he assertively said, "Tell me what you're thinking about." It jolted you out of your nervous thoughts, "I just told you about myself and I have no idea who you are."

Unexpectedly, he grinned at you. To him, it seemed like you were exactly where he wanted you to be. Before you stepped next to him, Tom spotted you—even though he hadn't planned on meeting a woman tonight. He could tell you were a newcomer to the city. Your awkwardness when approaching the bartender for a drink and your rushed search for someone to talk to was clearly noticeable. He could see right through you. He took pleasure in the idea of dominating others, particularly those who sought out his presence and placed their trust in him. Claiming that you were lonely and in need of someone sparked his interest in you.

He grasped your fingers, entwined them, and rubbed circles around your thumb. "my love, let me apologize for my rudeness earlier I just don't open up to many people but you have made me feel comfortable." This made you feel relieved. "I'm a teacher, but I grew up in Birmingham, I moved here a couple years ago for the job and have loved it ever since" He realized he needed to exhibit his softer side to entice you back, and that is exactly what he did. The way your eyes softened when he discussed relocating here and teaching made him want to do unexplainable things to you. This was so easy for him all he had to do was throw the word love or dove around and you would cave.

After that, you gradually picked up on his flirting, massaging your thumb, and calling you pet names. With the courage of alcohol, you thought you could seize this opportunity. You move forward and whisper in his ear, "Well I think teachers are sexy," and you can see his jaw clench as he realizes how forward you are being with him. He glanced at you with passion before grabbing your waist. You were so close you feared you'd be unable to breathe. "Don't start something you can't finish," his aggressiveness made you weak in the knees. You began to feel the warmth rise between your legs. All it took was you to look at him like you were begging for him to be inside you. he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the bar. "you're coming home with me" this instantly made you regret your decision, you'd thought it be fun to tease him but you didn't think he would take you home.

Before he called a taxi, you looked at him with nervous eyes, "Honestly I should get going, I just moved in and need to get settled I-" before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you to the side and leaned into you, "Oh dove, you can't tease me in there and expect to get away with it" he lightly grabbed your throat and ran his hand up to rub his thumb across your mouth, "You're going to be a good girl okay?" This made you think this man is bad news, but his dominance over you gave you chills. "okay I'm sorry" was all you could manage out of your mouth.

When we arrived at his place, all you could see was how immaculate and tidy it was. Coming from college, most boys/men's homes are awful. After scanning the room, he observed how interested you were. Simply adoring you. You look over at him as he sits on the couch, straight passion in his eyes. This made you want to puke since you knew what he wanted. "Come here" he said, making your stomach drop. you cautiously approach him, and he places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to your knees. "Now I just met you and I understand you may not know how things work but teasing me and then trying to back out isn't going to work dove" As he reprimands you, he effortlessly puts his thumb into your mouth. He moves it around, gets wet, and rubs it against your lips. Your eyes were wide and large, ready for his next move. This makes your panties soaked for him.

He keeps a close eye on me, knowing that you have no idea what his next move will be. With that, he unbuckles his pants and removes his boxers, revealing that he is very well endowed. His cock is extremely hard for you. You observe how the veins transport so much blood to the tip. It's crimson with precum. "Now be a good girl and suck my cock," he demands. You shove him into your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth. He immediately begins to grunt as he watches you suck him off. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," he says. It makes your pussy ache for him. Looking up at him and seeing him appreciate your lips around him only makes you desire him more.

You get bored of giving him head, which makes him angry. He grabs the back of your head and fucks your mouth till you are unable to breathe. After he is pleased, he pulls you up and clutches your neck, "You will stop when I tell you to stop." This instills terror in your eyes, which turns him on and uses to fuel himself. He pushes you onto the couch and begins pulling your clothes off left and right. He hovers over you while you lay there naked and exposed. "Please touch me" you implore. "Please what?" he taunts you, as if your pussy isn't throbbing to be touched. "Please, sir, please touch me" and he begins to rub circles on your pussy, causing you to jerk and squirm. He enjoys witnessing how easy it is to fulfill you.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," you moan, and he promptly stops. "You don't tell me what to do, I've been too passive with you; you need to learn a lesson," he says as he flips you over and shoves his cock inside you. His size made you shout out, unable to adjust. After a few strokes, pleasure begins to surge in your stomach. "Sir, you feel so good." Those words caused him to slam into your tight pussy even harder. "You're such a good girl, taking all of me in your tight pussy." Hearing him speak to you in such a humiliating manner turned you on. His cock began to twitch inside you, eventually spilling all of his seed. He pulled out and watched you collapse on the couch, watching all of his sperm run out of your pussy.

"you are mine now"

Two weeks later

It had been two weeks since you last saw the man you met at the bar, and you still hadn't gotten his name. You awoke this morning ready to begin the day because it was your first day of graduate school. You were worried but eager to begin courses. You'd gotten up, showered, blow-dried, and styled your hair. You wanted to make a good first impression because you did not know anyone yet. You put on light makeup and got dressed.

Fortunately, when shopping for apartments, you discovered one close to campus, so you could walk to your first class. Today, you had your first class at 9:00 a.m. Walking through New York, you simply absorbed everything in, watching people and soaking up your surroundings. You had a feeling this was the right place to be, and you were excited for the journey to begin. When you arrived on campus, you entered the building and found your classroom. You arrived a little early, so you decided to walk in and take a seat. There were a few students already in the room.

The girl sitting next to you looked over and smiled, "Hi, my name is Emily," which let you relax even more. "Hi, my name is y/n." With that, we began talking about where we were from and what other classes we were attending. The class became larger, and it was finally time to begin. The professor strolled in and said the normal hey, my name is yada yada. After reviewing the curriculum and taking notes, a man walks in. "I'm sorry for being late, professor; it won't happen again." Before lifting your head, you knew that British voice. It made you shiver in your chair. "Sorry for the interruption, class. This is Tom Blyth; he's been working for me for two years and will be assisting this semester." You cautiously raise your head, hoping it's not who you think it is. And there's the man you met in the bar, smirking at you.

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Withering Petal (Armando X OC) Bad Boys chapter 6

Chapter 6

The morning came all too quick for Amora as she rolled out of bed after getting absolutely no sleep due to the events from last night, between debating if she should call the cops and her nightmares.

Coming out of a long 30-minute steaming hot shower, she did her usual beauty routine, needing some normalcy. After seeing what her neck looked like, she put on her black satin jumpsuit that had a halter top scarf and gently wrapped it around her neck. Thankfully, the bruise wasn’t too bad, but it was kind of sensitive.

Once she was done getting dressed, she put on the last bit of her make-up and jewelry, and she ran downstairs to start prepping her breakfast but was quickly met with a shirtless, mummified Armando going through her fridge.

Mouth agape at the scene in front of her, she quickly found some words to spew at the man: “What the hell are you doing in my fridge, and how'd you get out of the room!?”

Armando stepped out of the fridge, holding sandwich ingredients and placing them on the counter next to him before shrugging nonchalantly and fixing his food.

“I'm hungry, so I came to the kitchen... to eat,” was the deep response. Goodness, his voice was like coffee to her—smooth and mouthwatering to hear.

She looked to the guest room door and saw the stopper she had was all bent and broken. She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and calmed herself.

"Armando, we both agreed that you would stay in the room until I took you out.”

“Thats right, we did,” he hummed in agreement with her.

She stared at him, completely stumped by what to do in this situation with this man—this criminal—who is always escaping everything she traps him in. She couldn't even think of anything to say; she was never the quickest with wit. Instead, she focused her thoughts on her errands that she needed to run and what she was going to do with the man.

Said man was watching Amora with his side eye while he was eating his sandwich. He couldn't figure out much about her. Besides her obvious beauty, he could see that she was quiet and reserved, maybe even more so than he was. Given how her house was the only one nearby for miles or how she didn't even have pictures around the house of friends, family, or even herself, he could tell she was a lonely woman.

The only other things he could grasp were that she cared for her dog, her self- vanity by how she's always looking in the mirror trying to fix her appearance, and her art. All the paintings and trinkets he's seen in the house when he was snooping have the same style and feel, and they all have the same tiny signature: ‘ The letter A in a heart shape is connected to the cursive letter J.

She was like an enigma to him, and even more so since she exposed her connection to Victor “El Segador’. How could a woman like her be involved with such a twisted man? He has no idea. His family had their own dealings with the man, and they've always tried to keep transactions with him very small. Even his own mother hated the man; she always said

”Está sin honor, sin respeto, ni siquiera el diablo camina con él." (He’s without honor, without respect; not even the devil walks with him.)

He carefully watched Amora as she picked up her cell but relaxed when he realized she was on the phone with the vet, seeing about making an appointment for the stupid dog. He made sure to check on the wound that the little shit gave him this morning to make sure he was good.

“Are you sure he will be, okay? Will he need medication? .........yes, he can walk he's just limping......I understand, but if you don't mind swinging by the office just to make sure he's good, I would really appreciate it. Thank you, Mrs. Swanson. Okay, bye, see you soon.”

He continued staring at her, unashamed, not looking away when she met his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Can you go find a shirt to put on, please? I need to go out, and you're not staying here alone. Plus, we need to get you some clothes and whatever else you need,” she told him, trying not to get flustered over how it felt just a little bit intimate, with her having a half-naked man in her kitchen, talking about running errands.

Armando felt a small smirk breakout on his face at the flustered woman, and part of him couldn't help but tease.

“Don't lie and tell me you're not enjoying the view, mi amor.”

Her face tightened at hearing him call her ‘Mi amor’, feeling his smirk deepen a bit more at getting under her skin.

“My name is Amora, and I don't like staring at men who like to put their hands on women.”

His smirk faltered a little at the accusation. He stepped away from the counter, prowling up to Amora, seeing the worry cross her face but standing her ground as he got closer to her.

“Oh mi amor, see, you got it all wrong... The only time I put my hands on a woman,” he breathed out, bringing his face down closer to her, leaving only an inch between them, his voice getting deeper and more suggestive.

"Is when she's on her knees, begging for it”

A quiet gasp released from Amora’s lips, brushing over Armando’s. Her eyes were snapping wide, and her face was getting extremely hot as the words he spoke were bouncing around her brain, hearing every single word he said in that sentence.

Her heart started beating so loudly that she was sure he could hear it, and she knew she should say something back or even do something, but she was truly left speechless and confused.

Armandos eyes were gleaming with smugness at her lack of words.

“¿Qué pasa amor? ¿El gato te comió la lengua?” (What's the matter, love? (Cat got your tongue?)

Amora snapped out of her daze and pushed him back, face gleaming with anger and something else.

“You know, you got a problem with personal space” she lamely hissed at him and turned around, calling for bowser so that they could go, Armando stood there gazing at hips saunter bringing his eyes to her toned bare back, his eyes going lower to her voluptuous ass.

“Stop standing there and hurry up; it’ll take us an hour to get there,” she yelled at him without turning around.

He let out a short chuckle and responded back, heading back to the room.

“Whatever you say, mi amor.”

He heard her let out a small growl, hearing her turn around to retort, but he got to the room door and looked at her, sending a wink, shutting the door before she could say anything back.

Amora's face tightened into a snarl,hands balling into a fist, at the man getting the last word. He’s going to drive her crazy.

She heard Bowser's collar jingle, and her head snapped to where it was coming from, and she saw him limping from the living room, her mind coming off from what just happened.

Her heart warmed and her face softened upon seeing her baby, and she went to pick him up to go take him to the car. But not before grabbing some of his treats since car rides weren’t his favorite.

“It’s going to be okay, baby, you got this,” she wooed at him before placing him back down to put on her favorite black-pointed toe heels and grabbing her car keys.

Picking up Bowser again, she made her way to the back of the house, passing by her home gym and to the garage, opening it up, letting the sunlight fill in the room, and on her second baby, her blacked-out AMG GT Mercedes.

She unlocked the door and carefully manured Bowser into the small of the back seat and gave him a treat to get him comfortable, and she turned in the car to have the AC start to battle off the Florida heat.

“Nice car” came from directly behind her, causing her to snap up and turn. She came eye to eye with Armando, who was wearing a white plain t-shirt that was also tight on him with the dirty boots he showed up to the house in.

Upon realizing he would have to get in her car with those dirty shoes, she passed him shoe booties to cover his feet. Confused, he grabbed the booties and looked at her weirdly.

“You’re not going to get in my car with those on,” she said, giving his shoes a pointed look before crossing her arm under her chest bringing Armando’s attention down to her breast seeing the thin satin jumpsuit hiding her hardening nipples.

Catching his eyes, she cleared her throat and brought her arms up higher trying to cover her chest. He peered back at her face and smirked, walking over to the passenger side, leaving Amora standing there, her heart slightly racing and her stomach tighenting.

She shook her head, wondering what her problem was. Not understanding the way he makes her feel. Amora, get it together, girl. We were just fighting not even 24 hours ago,” she reminded herself.

Brushing off the tension she was feeling, she got in the car and headed to town, hoping for a smooth ride.

~~~~~40 minutes later ~~~~

It definitely was not a peaceful ride. Bowser kept growling at Armando and trying to snip at him whenever he could.

“¡Maldición! Control your damn dog!” (Damn it!)

Like now. Amora tightened her hands on the wheel out of annoyance at having to deal with these two.

""Well, maybe if you hadn’t hurt him, you wouldn’t be in this position now, would you? BOWSER SUWARU!” (Sit!)

She scolded the two. Bowser whined before sitting back down in his seat, and she saw Armando snap his head at her before relaxing back in his seat.

“Why do you teach him Japanese commands?” came the question from the man next to her. She gave him a quizzical side eye before answering him.

“In case I’m ever attacked and he’s helping, they can’t try to command him. Most people don’t know Japanese, plus it’s his suit name.” She finished out.

“His name?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, he’s named after Bowser, from Mario, which was created in Japan.”

Armando gave a quiet hmm after getting his answer but continued listening as Amora kept talking.

“My father loved Nintendo; he and my mom visited Japan often. When I was younger, he’d always bring me a gift, and I always loved when he brought Bowser teddy bears, outfits, and all the merchandise.

Armando gazed at the woman before him who was opening up. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to stop her, plus he was actually quite curious about her.

“Where are your parents now?” He asked, wondering why he hadn’t seen any photos of them or even a phone call.

“ Dead”

Oh. Silence hung over them. He glanced at her, seeing her knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel.

““I’m sorry for your loss,” he replied slowly and genuinely. He too knows how it feels to lose parents. The pain of losing his mom was still with them, especially with how it went down, never forgetting her face as she shot him and then seeing her go down by that cop. A pain struck through his heart at the memory.

““Thank you, they died when I was 10... well, actually, they were killed….by Victor.”

That brought him out of his painful memories, and his head snapped to Amora.

““What?” He frowned, seeing her eyes narrow and well up at the information she just dropped. She looked at him and quickly looked back, sniffing.

“Victor Ortiz murdered my parents; they were DEA agents working on a case to bring him down. They were actually close to busting him when James McGrath ratted them out. We gave out our information, and Victor and his gang came and invaded our home one night, killing my parents.”

They pulled up to the pet clinic, and Amora just sat in the seat, shoulders tense, looking straight ahead, ignoring the eyes she felt burning into her head.

After a minute of sitting in silence, she put the car in park, flipping down the mirror to make sure she’s looking good before unbuckling her seat belt and getting out and helping Bowser out of the car.

““Stay in the car; it shouldn’t take long for his leg to be checked,” she instructed the stunned man in his seat.

He nodded mutely, and she shut the door, prancing inside with Bowser in her arms. He watched her until she disappeared from his vision, questions firing off in his head, but the main one was: if her parents were killed, what happened to her?

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Authors note:

Hey puddin! That was chapter 6. I hope you liike. I’m trying to move Armando and amor relationship a bit quicker so hopefully it doesn’t feel rushed. But now we know a little bit more about her past yaay!

Also I’m making Armando very flirtatious because in the new movie we do kind of see that he’s shameless (like his damn daddy) specially with that scene when he told Kelly she was fine…. In front of her man. So hope he doesn’t feel too out of character

Anyways I hope you enjoyyy, hopefully I’ll have chapter 7 out by tomorrow night or Monday morning 💕💕

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osachiyo · 1 year

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♡Temptress♡

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➫CW! 《 Lucifer x fem!reader, nsfw, Lucifer and reader both drink but are mostly sober, tiny bit of Diavolo x reader, vaginal sex, reader is a teasing menace, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, etc! 》

➫SUMMARY! 《The 7 demon brothers and you were invited to Diavolo's birthday party at the castle. But during the party, you just couldn't keep your eyes off of the eldest. So your solution? Being a little tease. 》

MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL BE FED TO CERBERUS !

“How’re you enjoying this fine evening, MC?” Lord Diavolo asks you, holding his drink. You barely heard him as you were too busy staring at one specific demon that had caught your eye since you’ve arrived at the Devildom, Lucifer himself. You turned to Diavolo with a polite smile, “I am enjoying it very much, thank you. Happy birthday, Diavolo. Barbatos prepared well for this party.” Diavolo laughs, agreeing with you while praising Barbatos’s hard work.

After about 30-45 minutes of talking to Diavolo and your favourite brothers, you had one too many to drink. You strutted across the ballroom towards Lucifer, who tore his gaze from Diavolo to look at your figure approaching. “Ah, MC. You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Lucifer says, giving you a curt nod and smile. Your glossy lips curl up to a smirk, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Why thank you, Lucifer dear. You look breathtaking as always.” He seems taken aback by your bold compliment before returning your smirk. Diavolo notices the tension between you both and chuckles to himself. You make eye contact with Diavolo and he gives you a knowing look before showing you his usual grin and a sly wink and walking away into a crowd. Lucifer glanced at Diavolos figure before glancing back at you. He offers you a hand before pecking yours gently with his soft lips, "May I have this dance, human?" You smile, accepting his offer.

You and the demon dance ever so gracefully in the ballroom, catching everyone's eye as you both sway in sync with the beautiful melody. Only if the others could hear what you were whispering to Lucifer every time he pulled you close. The dirty, filthy and teasing things you said you were going to do to him and spilling some of your fantasies you've had about him. You expected Lucifer to be shocked but to your own surprise, he flashed you a playful smile and leaned even closer, inhaling your sweet intoxicating scent. "I would love to know more, MC. But not right now. Let us enjoy this dance, yes?" He said, his red irises have a certain hunger in them. The hunger to devour the sweetest human he had met. The hunger to devour you. But he had to control himself. He couldn't bring himself to act like a rabid animal at Diavolo's birthday party--

He shuddered when you bit his earlobe playfully, smirking while doing so. "Oh Lucifer, won't you indulge in me tonight? I'll make you feel, dare I say, heavenly". Lucifer's gaze hardens at your comment. He sighs and pushes his hair back with his gloved fingers, narrowing his eyes down at you, "You're really testing my patience, MC. You don't want to see what happens if you push me further." You chuckle and bat your eyelashes at him teasingly, "Trust me, I'm dying to see what happens once I finally break your prideful resolve and make you go down your knees for me, a human." He scoffs, "Do you think you'd really make me go down on my knees for you? A human? MC, you're really something.." Lucifer growls lowly next to your ear making you shiver. You love this. You love testing his patience. He's resisting the urge to rip your clothing apart and take you right here and you know it. You can feel your panties dampen between your legs and you lick your lips. "So? Answer my question, human," Lucifer says, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Yes. I know you're so fucking turned on right now, Luci. You're so tempted by me and you can't deny it," you laugh, puffing your chest out in pride. His eyes flash a dangerous glint as he returns your triumphant smirk. "I don't think Diavolo would mind if we took a vacant room to ourselves for one night."

Skin slapping against skin sounds could be heard in the room which is starting to smell strongly of sweat and sex. You can't complain though. Not when your face is being pushed into the silk sheets below, your back curved in a perfect arch and most importantly, Lucifers hips slamming against your ass repeatedly. Lucifers grunts and your own moans of pleasure are echoing down the hall but neither of you seem to care. The demons wings sprouting out, and trapping you both inside, hidden from the world. His hand pushing your head impossibly further into the sheets while his other hand grips your hip so sinfully and tightly. You're sure there will be marks of his fingertips on your delicate and plush hips. With each ram of his hips against you, your body jolts up but he holds you in place firmly. "F-fuck! You're gripping me so fucking tightly..agh-" Lucifer gets cut off by his own growl. You whine and whimper against the sheets, meeting him halfway in his thrusts. "I-I'm close, Luci! Don't stop fuck!" You cry out, your knees finally giving out beneath you. But before you could tumble onto the sheets, Lucifer holds you up with his hand, letting out a breathy laugh then groaning deeply. He's so big. You could feel him in your stomach, pounding your pussy so hard it'll be sore later. Lucifers hand presses down on your stomach, where his cock would be reaching and you drool and thrash around in pleasure but no fret, he holds you still. Lucifer could feel a tiny bulge every time he thrusted into you and it made his head spin with pleasure. Your gooey cunt was sucking him in so greedily and he couldn't get enough. His cockhead kissing your cervix with his brutal thrust of his sculpted hips making you gargle out moans. Suddenly you tighten around him and his eyes roll back slightly. He can tell you're close. He reaches a hand down to flick at your clit. He rolls the delicate bud with his index finger and thumb. You jump at the pleasure, sobbing at how euphoric it feels. He loves to see you cry. If he could he would lick the tears off of your prettily flushed face. Lucifer wants to ravish you. Absolutely ruin you for anyone else. He will mold your pussy into the shape of his cock. The thought alone makes him grip onto you tightly even tighter and rub your clit faster. Your eyes roll back into your skull at the toe curling pleasure and you reach your peak. Lucifer finally pulls out and starts jerking his cock infront of your pussy and following soon after. His thick, glossy cum coating your beaten and battered cunt. Lucifer sighs, the sight almost enough to make him hard again. He gets up and reaches for something on the dresser. He hands you a glass of water after a few seconds and smiles at you softly, asking if you're alright. You return his smile and reply in the affirmative. He nods and starts putting his clothes back on. You're about to go wash off when--

"Keep it, MC. I want the others to smell me on you." He says in a strict voice and you shudder. You agree to his demand and put your panties back on, his cum sticking to your panties immediately and soiling them but you don't care. You both return to the ballroom and separate ways. You see Diavolo walking over to you with a smile, asking if you've enjoyed yourself. You're about to say yes, you indeed have but then, "I'm not asking about the party this time, MC." He gently grabs your chin, making your eyes widen.

Oh.

-END!

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anurst · 2 years

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: memories of Russia start to resurface and you decided to take a step and talk to Pete. How does he react?

Pairing(s): jake seresin x (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, PTSD, nightmares, daddy issues, absent father figure, violence/abuse against reader (don't read if you're not comfortable with violence/abuse)

Part 5: Tears for the father

It's cold. So very cold. Your body's shivering and your undergarments do little to provide you warmth. You don't know much time has passed and you feel your body fading. Shit, you want to be back in Oceanside with everyone. You want to be eating Mexican food at the Ruiz family restaurant with everyone and laughing. You want your family.

Your body's weak and you feel your eyes getting heavy. No, you can't close your eyes. If you do, you won't ever open them again. It doesn't sound so bad, now that you think about. You'll finally be with your mom and dad again. The pain has long since faded and you let out a shuddering breath. Jensen will understand. He and everyone will understand if you close your eyes. But, your heart aches. You don't want to leave them. Not yet. There's still so much you haven't done.

You think about how Bradley will find out. Will they show up at his doorstep with news of your death? Will it be your team who tells him? Is he even going to be the one to answer the door? Maybe his partner will, or his kid. A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you think of Bradley's potential children. Without a doubt he'd name them after your late parents.

Or maybe it's Pete who's doorstep they set on. Your beloved godfather. You remember your mom telling you that when you were born, Pete cried tears as he held your small body. He whispered sweet nothings to you as Nick asked him to be your godfather.

"My baby chick," a sweet voice says from somewhere in the dark, small room. You know that voice, you've heard it before. But, you don't who it belongs to. "It's okay," it reassures and you nod. It's ok to let go.

You head shoots up at the sound of footsteps coming closer. Not now, please, not now. You're not sure if you could survive another beating. Your breathing picks up before you force yourself to get a grip.

The door opens and you stare at the dark figure. The lights behind the person hide their face and you give them a smug grin. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" you muse, every part of your body aching. The figure snarls and steps into the room. They grab your hair and you yelp as you weakly hit their arm.

"Let's so how much you run your mouth this time, girl."

You jolt up from your bed and press a hand to your chest. It feels like your heart is gonna beat out of your chest. Your fingers curl around the ratty t-shirt that you're wearing. Jensen's scent fills your nostrils and you can feel yourself calm down. He gave you the shirt a while ago but it still smells like him.

The apartment is quiet when you decide to get up. A look at your alarm clock and you see it's 4:30 in the morning. Your body's still trembling and you grab your blanket. Quickly, you make your way to living room and open the cabinets under the TV. For the next couple minutes you're connecting wires to the TV before popping a DVD into the DVD player. You let the video play as you lean against your couch.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." Nick's voice fills your apartment and tears immediately fill you eyes. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you." You wipe your tears with the blanket and sniffle.

"I miss you, daddy." You take a deep breath as the video ends and a different one plays. A gentle smile takes over your face as you watch. A five-year old you cluelessly walks across the stage as a ten-year old Bradley and Pete cheer wildly from next to the camera. Carole's giggle can be heard and the camera momentaily shifts from you to them. It goes back to you and wide smile is on your face as you catch sight of your family. You excitedly wave to them and pout as a teacher ushers you off the stage and back to your seat.

You look at the clock hanging up on the wall and read the time. 5:02 AM. You contemplate the sudden thought you had and quickly get up, your blanket dropping to the ground. You rush to get your uniform on and send a quick text to Jensen to not come by later.

The air nips at your skin a little while you're making your way to the gym on base. It's early in the morning and there's only a few people up and around camp. You make it to the gym doors and take a deep breath. Ava's words from last night replay in your head and you open the door.

Pete's grunts are the first thing you hear when you enter. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his forehead. The punching bag swings back violently each time he strikes it and you whistle.

"Wouldn't wanna be that punching bag." Pete's eyes widen as he pants.

"Braidy?" he whispers and you frown a little at the sound of your first name. Pete scrambles to stay something else and you sigh. You take a seat on the bench press next to the punching bags.

"Wanted to come see you," is all you say and Pete nods. He grabs his water bottle from the ground and takes a couple chugs before he wipes his mouth.

"How—uh, how have you been?" Pete cringes at his words. Really? That's the best he can do? He's glad you giggle at his question instead of getting angry. Although, if you did, he'd understand.

You intertwine your fingers and look down at them. "Been better." Well, shit. This is awkward and you're vague replies aren't making this any easier.

"You've got a great team," is the best Pete can think of. He doesn't wanna scare you off. Internally, he's happy beyond belief that you're standing (well, sitting) in front of him. Externally, he's tense and apprehensive. He makes small movements as one would when dealing with a scared animal.

You nod at his compliment. "Been with them for a long time."

"I can tell. They certainly love you."

"Mhmm." You're still staring at your hands with your head down. Pete's lip twitches.

"You ok? You've got that look on your face." You finally look at him and laugh.

"I had this dream. Wasn't a good one and I was watching these old videos that I have. There was one of my kindergarten graduation and I just— needed to see you. Make sure you were real or something. I don't know." Pete frowns at your explanation and takes a step towards you. You flinch at the movement, but the older man isn't deterred. He slowly and softly places a hand on your head and crouches down. You let him wrap his arms around your body and close your eyes.

You've missed him. As much as you tried to deny that you didn't, you did. Pete feels like home. He feels safe. He feels like family. You don't realize you're crying until Pete's wiping away your tears, his own falling softly.

"Why—why'd you leave me?" you whisper, voice broken and timid. Pete frowns as he takes a seat next to you. He wraps his hand in yours and sighs.

"After you called me and told me that what happened with Bradley, I thought that if I left you, that you and Bradley would make up. You're brother and sister, you need each other."

"I needed my dad," you countered. You both stare at each other and Pete smiles softly.

"It hurt me to leave you. You were my little girl, blood or not." Silence follows as you and Pete just sit next to each other. You lick your lips and your leg starts to bounce.

"You and Bradley have been in Miramar for the past two years," you say and Pete let's go of your hand.

"Yes."

"Did you guys think of me while you were together."

"Braidy, I think of you all the time."

"You didn't answer my question."

Pete swallows deeply and a pit grows in the pit of his stomach. "We didn't talk about you." That's all you need to hear before you stand up. You wipe your nose and nod before walking to the door. Pete's quick to grab your wrist and you stop. "Braidy, we miss you. Bradley misses you. Please, just talk to him."

You scoff in response and rip your wrist out of his grip. "It was nice talking to you, Pete." You exit the gym as quickly as you can and walk. You don't where you're going, but you just keep walking.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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Boundaries pt. 1

Witch/Demon AU (where the read is a witch and has a pact with all of the demon!141)

The funny thing about having a pact with a demon is that you can technically summon them at any given point. There’s not a guarantee that said demon will show up, as they have their own business to attend to, seeing as you’re a witch with four pacts, you magic is quite powerful.

That’s to say, when you summon the boys, they will come because you force them to.

It’s rare that you do summon them. You understand that they still have a job to do and that they busy often, but when you do summon them, they know that they’re in deep shit.

“I can’t believe I expected any of you to have the common decency to treat my house with respect!” You flail your arms around wildly. “I let all of you into my house, eat my food, sleep here and this is the thanks I get?”

You’ve been yelling at them for nearly 30 minutes now and not a single one of them has uttered a word. They’re all sat on the couch while you pace and stomp in front of them, scolding them like they’re children, which you would argue they are.

Normally it was one of the sergeants that got a got scolding from you (though not to this level) but even Price was in the hot seat this time.

It all started because you needed to deal with some witch business in another city. All you needed was someone to watch your house for you, to keep things in order and to make sure no hauntings get out of hand.

And it just so happened that they boys were on leave, so you figured you could trust them to keep things under control while you were gone for two days.

You were wrong.

The potions you had spent hours making were mixed, destroyed and otherwise unusable because Soap got curious. Price burned a huge hole into your couch and your rug because he dropped his cigar. Gaz had shattered most of the lights in your house due to him getting angry at a game of football, and Ghost punched a hole in your wall because he got scared by an actual ghost.

And then they made it worse by trying to “fix” everything. You came back to a destroyed house seeing red with none of them in sight.

“All of you are banned from my house until you can prove to me that you won’t trash it!” You declared.

“How can we prove it if we can’t come in?” Soap was brave, or maybe just stupid, enough to say something.

“Just get out!”

You very quickly sent them back to wherever they came from and just like that, they had officially been kicked out of the house.

You immediately put up all of the protection wards you knew, did everything that wards demons out, and even blocked off the entire section of the street to them.

To say you were furious was an understatement.

And the boys were devastated.

Not only was their pride hurt because they were just ripped a new one by you, but they genuinely feel bad for what happened. All of it had been an accident, none of them had meant for any of that to happen even when they were trying to fix the mess and made it worse.

They wanted to apologize for it and they tried. They sent you texts, tried to call you, even sent you emails and letter mail to get in contact with you but you were giving them the silent treatment.

You completely cut them off and they were starting to really miss you. How could they not? You were their little witch and they wanted to see you again to let you know that they wouldn't let it happen again.

So after a lot of bribing and begging from everyone you heard a knock on your door a few weeks later and opened it to see a woman with blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" You wondered and she gave you a smile.

"I'm Kate Laswell, I work with Captain Price and his boys." She introduced herself and you stared at her with confusion. "You're the witch, correct?"

She couldn't be a demon or else she wouldn't have been able to even get to your front door. She looked human, though looks can be deceiving, but you couldn't think of what she could be.

"Can I come in?"

A/N: will finish this hopefully tomorrow just had to get this out

#witch!reader #demon!141 #simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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zane009 · 1 year

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a little bit of blue

summary: you found some bleach and box dye on your last run so maybe it’s time you ask Daryl to help you dye your hair…maybe you’ll even get him to do it as well…just a LOT of fluff and fun times

Daryl x reader

word count: around 1500

a/n: literally based on my dream lmao it’s silly 🥲…not proof read

" shit i dun' know 'f I'm doin' this right"

Daryl grunted as he was currently trying to figure out how to bleach your hair correctly. He was given a few instructions but to be honest he had no idea what he was doing.

You and Daryl found some box dye and bleach on your last run and while Daryl thought it was completely unnecessary and a waste of space you quite literally just showed the items inside without a second thought. It's not common to do something like this these days so the thought of dying your hair felt a bit comforting. A reminder of the old world. And with Daryl helping it would make this experience that much better.

You were currently back in Alexandria sat in a chair in Daryls bathroom, trying to calm the big man behind you. It took a hell lot of convincing to even get him to agree to this. You were surprised he didn’t give up yet considering the amount of his complaints in the last 30 minutes.

"You're doing just fine Daryl just apply it like i showed you" you said as you bit back a laugh.

He was stressing himself out for no reason and it was appealing to watch. You looked in the mirror and saw him behind you trying to apply the bleach precisely with the little brush.

He was staring with deep concentration with his brows furrowed softly and the tip of his tongue peeking out just a bit. It was a habit he did when he was really focused. Just like he did when he was sharpening his knives or carving out his new arrows. Or bolts if you would ask him. You didn’t really get the difference between those two anyways.

So you couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped you this time. His eyes snapped up immediately catching yours in the mirror. " dun' laugh at me woman 'm tryin' ma best here" he puffed out as he went back to it.

"Hell i told ya ya should've asked Rosita ta help ya" the frustration in his voice at this point was absolutely adorable. He took the last dip in the bowl filled with bleach and layered it on your hair for the last time.

You finally let in a big stretch as you hummed " I genuinely don't know why you're complaining i mean do you think Rick knows how to bleach someones hair?" You asked as you dropped your head back over the chair and saw him frowning. "I think the fuck not. You just gained a new skill bub and you look hella hot upside down"

you smiled sweetly at him as he looked away embarrassed. “Stop”

You still won because after his complaining he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips being really careful not to touch any of his hard work. He would lie if he said he didn't sweat his ass of for this.

"Ya are lucky i like ya" he said as he flicked your forehead slightly.

He softly ushered you back up as he sat down on the edge of the tub " 'lright how long do ya have ta leave tha' on" he asked as he pulled a hand through his hair.

You stayed silent for a minute thinking about probably the most brilliant idea you've ever had. You slowly smiled mischievously at him raising your eyebrows a bit. Daryl was immediately alert because he knew that look. It meant nothing good was in store for him.

" wha's that look supposed ta mean" he said uncertain already backing away.

" we have just enough time for you to bleach a strand before i need to rinse this out"

" hell naw!"

He quiet literally yelled as he stood up with abrupt speed. You slowly approached him as he went around the chair that was placed in the middle of the bathroom. "Ohh come on it's just a little piece of hair and we'll be matching" you said trying to convince him.

He didn't budge just stood there with his senses high on alert ready to attack if necessary. You slowly picked up the brush still deep in bleach and took a step towards him, grinning. He immediately stepped back and hit the bathroom door. Oh it was on.

As you quickly advanced forward he ran through the door into your shared room in the basement. Dog barked seeing us running probably thinking we are playing a game. Daryl went around the table while i followed him around. Dog was running around us in circles as well while we tried not to step on the poor animal.

This went on for a few more minutes just me and Daryl running around his room, with me trying to catch him. At some point the brush in my hand was forgotten as we just laughed and enjoyed the silly moment.

After a while we were back to square one with each one of us standing on either side of the table with smiles on our faces.

Sometimes I genuinely forget how closed off Daryl used to be. He would never do this with me back at the prison. But here we are now and I wouldn't trade this for anything else.

Suddenly Dog jumped on Daryl catching him off guard as he stumbled back on the couch " Dog no" he said as he tried to get him off. I took this as my chance and made my way to him as fast as i could. I took a piece of his hair and just plopped the bleach on.

Daryl stopped everything he was doing and looked up at me slowly. " tell me ya didn' " i just burst out laughing at him while he hurried into the bathroom tripping over some pieces of clothing on the way.

" how do ya get this off" he said hurriedly as his hands went to the specific piece of hair covered in bleach. He tried touching it when I quickly stopped him still smiling

" stop you shouldn't touch it it's bleach you ass"

He looked at himself in the mirror an unsure look on his face. You started giggling behind him which made him look at you through the mirror with a frown plastered on his face "we are gonna look absolutely terrific" you said as you kissed his cheek hard and then leaned you chin on his shoulder. You looked up at him and saw him let out a defeated sigh meaning you won. He pressed his lips to your forehead and mumbled " yer gonna be the death of me"

About good half an hour forward you were quietly murmured the song playing in the background on the boombox Eugene fixed for you awhile back, while you were applying blue hair dye to Daryl’s chosen piece of hair. You did went back eventually after you both calmed down a bit and fixed the bleach making sure it was perfect. He was now sitting in the chair with hands on his lap looking like a defeated puppy. But he wasn't complaining so it was a step up.

As you two were finally done with the whole dying process it was time to rinse it out. Daryl grumbled the whole time your tired to wash his piece. He wasn't happy he had to wash his hair in the middle of the day for no reason for the second time that day already. It could be just the hair strand if he wouldn't be complaining and moving around so much. Dog contributed his part by literally jumping in the tub, getting all wet and then shaking it out.

You were drying daryls hair with the towel making sure to be gentle and not tug on any of his hair. When you felt like it was good enough you dropped the towel and looked into to the mirror. Your hair was a deep blue while Daryl had a little blue piece on the side. You places your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them a bit. "Dont we look adorable"

He seemed to frown at that as he grumbled out " sure adorable fer a clown yea" you giggled a bit as you squeezed his face in your hands and kissed his cheek lovingly. Oh how you loved this man.

He thought you looked absolutely breathtaking in blue. But then again you did look good in anything according to Daryl. It was him that felt silly with his little piece of blue hair. But what’s done is done.

You ran your hands through his hair for the last time with a pleasant smile as you went towards the bath tub to clean up the mess you two made (and Dog). You knew he wasn't actually angry but it's best to let him cool down a bit. You also knew he'll come around soon. Hell its just a matter of time before he asks you to do the rest of his hair you thought as you smiled to yourself.

Although Daryl would never ever think about confessing this out loud he didn't hate it. Sure the blue in his hair was bound to bring some unwanted attention to him but he would take it if it meant seeing you smile and giggle over it. If he was honest it didn't look bad when he saw you beside him with your beautiful blue hair.

He grinned as he stood up and went over to help you.

𐬼𐮙𐬿𐬺𐬼𐮜

I don’t think i like this tbh

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adsmae · 2 years

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ꜱᴛᴀʏ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

You and Rodrick recently had a bad fight and it ended up with you ignoring him for days. Every time he tried texting you or calling, you would ignore. You kept re-hashing what went down that day. You were upset that he was being secretive and sneaky around you. You noticed before everything that he would turn his phone away from you anytime you saw him texting. It made you think of the thing you both promised each other; loyalty. Every bit of you wanted to trust him But you couldn't. Maybe Heather finally gave him the attention he craved and you were just a second choice. After all you've only been dating Rodrick 6 months.

After a long day of doing nothing but laundry and moping around, you decided it was best to take a break from everything. You have been so upset about the fight you had with Rodrick that you forgot about yourself and what was important. You just wanted to chill and get things off your mind. It was getting dark out so it was the perfect time. It lead you to call the only person you could think of.

"Hey Bill. I know it's late but I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"

"Y/n! heyyy. What can I help you out with little lady?"

"Uh- well, I was thinking you could get me some liquor. I'll give you money if you bring it"

"Hmm…okay. Is everything alright? You never drink."

"Mhm mh… yeah everything is fine. Now are you going to get it for me or not?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you in about 10 minutes."

And with that you hung the phone up and waited patiently.

You knew what you were doing wasn't the smartest Idea but you wanted to take a risk. You weren't a goody two shoes but you weren't so bad either. You've never smoked, drank, or did any drugs but you have done things that you probably could have easily died from like; Hiking with Rodrick at the Burnside lake. It was quite the experience.

As you thought of all the bad things that you've done and haven't done, you heard a car pull up. You jumped up from you bed and walked straight downstairs and out the door to the end of your driveway. The cool breeze hitting your cheeks and a blondie in your sight.

"Hey y/n. I hope this is okay for you." Bill smiled as he handed you the bagged bottle of liquor.

"Yeah it's fine. Thanks" You quickly shove the bottle in your zip up hoodie

"I hate to ask but does Rodrick know about this?" Bill asked with concern.

"This doesn't concern him. I should probably go inside."

"Uh yeah..right. The money?" Bill looked around and whispered.

You roll your eyes "Here." You hand him a 20 dollar bill and head inside.

When you get to your room you grab the 'life is peachy' Cd by Korn and play Good God on your player. You walk over to your bed and sit down and grab the wrapped bottle from your night stand and unwrap the bottle.

"I guess this will do" You shrug and grab the cup that you brought from downstairs from your night stand.

You watched as the clear liquid filled the cup but realized that you didn't have anything to chase it with. You didn't really care but your friends always say "If you don't have anything to drink liquor with then why are you drinking?" You ignored it anyway.

"Here's to my boyfriend that I apparently know nothing about" You raise your glass to the fake audience and shoot back the harsh liquid in your throat.

***

It's been about 30 minutes and you were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You were jumping around and dancing like a crazy person. You were so drunk you started laughing at your own jokes that you could barely speak out.

"Why haven't I done this beforeee oh my god this is soooooo fun ahaha"

You began to get dizzy so you walk over to your Cd player and pause the music to take a moment to breath.

*Tick…Tick…Tick*

Just as you were about to go sit down, you heard tapping and ticking noises at your window. You weren't sure who it was but you were curious.

You open your window and appear down at the dark figure with messy dark hair. Just what you needed right now.

"Rodrick? What the hell?" You quietly yelled from your window.

"Y/n Can I come up?" Rodrick carefully asked. You were contemplating it but you didn't have the energy to think.

"Yeah sure" You left the window open and rushed to your bed and waited for the emo boy. You missed him but you were still mad at the fact he hasn't told you why he was being secretive or what was going on.

Rodrick slid in and closed your window and locked it before walking to you

"I know you probably don't want to see me r-" You cut him off

"Why have you been sneaky around me? I thought we w-were honest with each other." You said with a bewildered tone. Your eyes locked onto his and that's when Rodrick knew he extremely screwed up. You had the look of disappointment and he didn't ever want to make you feel like that towards him.

"That's why I'm here. I want to explain to you that it's nothing you're thinking" Rodrick sat next to you on the bed.

"Sh-so then what is it?" You slurred out. You notice Rodrick's confused face.

"Wait- have you been drinking?" He looked you up and down and glanced around the room and saw a half drunken bottle of liquor on your night stand. You knew he was going to be pissed and angry but you didn't care

"Yeah I have. Sh-so wh-what" You rolled your eyes and laid back on your forearms. Rodrick looked at you with guilt written on his face.

Rodrick shook his head "Forget it. Let's get you some water." He grabbed the cup from your night stand and walked to your joined bathroom.

"Here" Rodrick handed you to cup of water and sat down next to you. You took a few gulps then put it down on your desk.

"Why are you taking care of me right now?" You questioned. He furrowed his brows in response and scooted closer to you.

"Because that's my job. Jeez I'm not a bad boyfriend." He reached for your hand and clasped his hand with yours. You couldn't help but smile at the way he was being with you.

"I unfortunately agree. Is-it's so hard for me to be mad at you." You confessed.

Rodrick laughed before sighing "You should probably try to lay down and rest" He stated.

"Yeah but-"

"We can talk tomorrow. Just lay down." He unshed you to get in the covers.

You rolled your eyes and nodded. He tucked the blanket around your figured and started heading towards the window.

"Rodrick?" You called out.

"Yeah? is everything okay?" He turned around.

"Yeah. Can you stay?" You asked with a soft tone. You felt bad for everything you had put him through tonight and with him having to deal with your mess.

"Yeah but are you sure?" Rodrick walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of you.

You turn to look up at Rodrick "Mhm. I'm very sure" You replied and moved closer to the wall for Rodrick.

He couldn't refuse the offer. He missed you so much and wanted everything to be normal. Rodrick took his shoes and shirt off before turning the lights off. He walked over to your bed and slid under the covers.

"C'mere" Rodrick whispered. You scooted closer and laid your head on his chest. It felt just right being in his arms. You hated to admit it but you've missed this. His fingers tracing circles on the side of your hip and you having your hand placed on his chest occasionally tracing it. It was very comforting to say the least.

"I've missed this." You whisper softly. You felt him move you closer.

"I've missed you stupid." Rodrick chortled out softly.

"Goodnight Rockstar" You smile. You felt him kiss the back of your head.

"Goodnight beautiful."

(N/A this kinda sucked but I hope everyone had a good day/ night. Comment some ideas of what or who I should write about next)

#rodrick x reader #rodrick fanfic #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrickheffley #emo kid #emo boy #not my rodrick #oneshot #greg heffley #rodrick imagine #rodrick smut

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lefteagleblizzard · 3 months

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𝕳𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

Derek Danforth x gn reader

Summary: A normal day inside of your new life as Derek in this simple yet intriguing town while ghosts from the past keep haunting you.

Warnings: No pronouns used towards the reader so everyone can read. fluff. Fake identities but no names used. Fake marriage. Soft Smut at the end.

Note: I highly suggest you read the first part of the story or you just won’t understand anything

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

Words count: 6500

The morning light seeps through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. You stir, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep, and blink against the light. Your eyes land on Derek, standing at the foot of the bed. He's already dressed, though his choice of outfit is characteristically chaotic: a bright red tie against a loud purple shirt, paired with a teal jacket and trousers. The combination is almost painful to look at, but it's so quintessentially Derek that you can't help but smile.

Before you can even greet him, he's on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His lips find yours in a series of rapid, fervent kisses, moving from your mouth to your cheeks, to your eyelids, and back again.

"Morning, love," he mutters between kisses, his voice a husky rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "Miss me?" he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky and warm. "I couldn't wait for you to wake up."

You try to respond, but his relentless affection makes it difficult to form coherent words. "Derek... I... Good morning," you manage to get out, laughing softly. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you return his kisses.

He grins, his hands roaming over your sides, his body pinning you in place. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the haze of sleep. "I think you might be the crazy one, Derek. Especially with that outfit."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You like it? Figured I'd give the locals something to talk about."

You roll your eyes playfully. "They're already talking about you, Derek. You don't need to give them any more reasons."

His expression grows serious, his gaze locking onto yours. "I don't give a fuck about what they think. The only thing that matters to me is you."

He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands are everywhere, his touch searing through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

You're completely at his mercy, but you wouldn't have it any other way. His intensity, his passion, it's all part of who he is - and you love him for it.

"There's always work to be done, especially with these idiots in town. Can't expect anything to get done properly without me, can we?" He chuckles, his breath hot against your ear.

You laugh softly, your hands tracing the lines of his jaw. "Ever the modest one, aren't you?"

He pulls back slightly, his eyes darkening with intensity. "Modesty is for the weak. I get things done. And I'll get you done, too, before I leave."

His words send a shiver down your spine. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that” you managed to say, looking quickly at the watch he had.

He was already more than 30 minutes late.

"Derek, I just woke up," you protest weakly, your voice muffled against his lips. "Give me a moment to breathe."

But he ignores your plea, his kisses becoming more fervent. "I can't help it," he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're irresistible." His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

You gasped from the feeling of his teeth taking a chunk of flesh from your shoulder. His tongue licking ferociously like a starved animal who hasn’t eaten in days.

Finally, he pulls back, looking down at you with a smug satisfaction.

"Right. I've got to go deal with these incompetent fools now," he says, standing up and adjusting his tie. "But don't think for a second that I'm done with you. I'll be back, and we're going to pick up right where we left off."

You watch him as he leaves, a mixture of amusement and affection warming your heart. His arrogance, his confidence, it's all so him. And as much as he frustrates you, you wouldn't trade him for anything.

Once Derek is gone, you take a moment to gather yourself before getting out of bed. The villa you share is a simple, charming place, a stark contrast to the lavish lifestyle you once knew. It's nestled in a quiet coastal town, far removed from the chaos of your past. The whitewashed walls and terracotta roof tiles blend seamlessly with the surrounding landscape, giving the villa a timeless, rustic charm.

The interior is modest but comfortable, with rustic furniture that speaks of a simpler time. The living room is cozy, with a large stone fireplace and a worn leather sofa that has quickly become your favorite spot to relax. The kitchen is small but functional, with wooden cabinets and a quaint dining table where you and Derek share your meals.

Outside, a small garden blooms with colorful flowers and a lot of weeds that still need to be eliminate.

Gardening just wasn’t for you.

The simplicity of this place brings a sense of peace you never knew you needed.

You move through the villa, your footsteps echoing softly on the tiled floors. The tranquility of your surroundings provides a welcome respite from the lingering fear of being discovered. You brew a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air, and think about the life you've built here with Derek.

The town's economy is struggling, and Derek's suggestions are met with a mixture of skepticism and hope. It's a side of him you've always admired, even if his arrogance can sometimes be overwhelming.

You also contributed to the town via the community center where you volunteer. It's a short walk from the villa, through winding streets lined with quaint houses and shops. The people in this town are friendly, their lives intertwined in ways that remind you of the importance of community.

At the community center, you find fulfillment in helping others. Whether it's organizing activities for the children, assisting with educational programs, or simply lending an ear to those in need, the work is rewarding and helps you feel connected to your new home.

The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the quiet coastal town as you exit your new home. The air is filled with the scent of salt and the distant call of seagulls. As you walk down the cobblestone streets, you're greeted by the familiar faces of your neighbors, each offering a friendly wave or a nod of acknowledgment.

A man selling fresh fish waves enthusiastically, yelling that ugly name you still needed to get used to. A group of children playing with a ball pause to wave at you too.

The community's warmth is palpable, and though you've only been here a short time, their friendliness has made the transition easier. They have accepted you and Derek into their community despite your mysterious arrival.

You make your way to the bakery, a small, charming building with a brightly painted sign hanging above the door. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, inviting you inside. You push open the door, the bell above it jingling softly as you enter.

The bakery is empty save for the young man behind the counter. He looks up as you walk in, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly composes himself. "Good morning" he stutters, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. Must be the hot weather outside.

"How can I help you today?"

He's a young man with a sturdy build, blond hair and a gentle demeanor. Despite his flustered greetings, you've come to enjoy your daily visits to the bakery, often stopping by just to talk with him. He's always polite, though you've noticed he becomes a bit nervous in your presence.

"Hello," you greet him with a warm smile. "I was just coming in to see how things are going. Has my husband been too harsh on you lately?"

The young man shrugs and offers a shy smile. "He can be... intense," he admits, "but he means well. He's helped me a lot with the business, even if his methods are a bit... direct."

You chuckle softly. "That sounds like him. I'm glad to hear the business is doing well, though. What do you recommend today? I'm in the mood for something special."

He brightens at your question, clearly pleased that you've asked for his advice. "Well, we just made a fresh batch of sourdough," he says, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "It's perfect with a bit of olive oil or cheese. And if you’re looking for something sweet, we have some new pastries filled with local berries.

You nod, taking in his suggestions. As you look over the selection, you notice the small gestures he makes the way his hands fidget slightly, the way he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

"I think I'll take a loaf of the sourdough and a few of those berry pastries." you decide. "They sound wonderful."

He begins to gather your order, moving with practiced ease. As he works, you lean against the counter, the atmosphere comfortable and relaxed. "So, any interesting details that are happening in town?" you ask, your tone light. "You always hear all sorts of things, working here.”

He grins, his demeanor relaxing a bit as he engages in the familiar small talk. "Actually, there's been quite a bit of chatter lately," he confides. "Mrs. Turner's cat had kittens, and everyone's talking about who's going to adopt them. And Mr. Fletcher is planning to expand his fishing fleet. It's all anyone can talk about at the market."

You laugh, enjoying the simplicity of the town's concerns. "Sounds like there's never a dull moment around here."

He chuckles, nodding. "It's a small town, but there's always something happening. People love to share their stories.”

“Anything else worth mentioning?”

"I’d you insist" he continues, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "have you heard about the mayor's daughter? She's apparently planning a big surprise for his birthday next week. It's all very hush-hush, but I heard she's organizing a town wide celebration.”

You lean in closer, intrigued. "Really? That sounds exciting. I'll have to keep an ear out for more details."

He nods, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And then there's old Mr. Howard. He's convinced he saw a ghost near the lighthouse the other night. Says it's the spirit of a sailor who died at sca."

You laugh, shaking your head. "That sounds like he. Always coming up with something just to attract attention”

As you continue to chat, you can't help but notice the way he looks at you - his gaze lingering a bit too long, his smile a bit too warm.

"Do you ever get tired of hearing all the town's secrets?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Not really. It's part of what makes this place feel like home. Besides, it's nice to know what's going on in everyone's lives. Makes you feel connected.”

You nod, understanding.

The small talk is comforting, a reminder of the normalcy you've found in this quiet place.

"So, how's the community center project going?" he asks, handing you your bag of goods. "I heard you're organizing a new reading program."

"It's going well," you reply, smiling. "We've had a lot of interest from the kids. It's nice to see them so excited about books."

"That's great," he says, his smile widening. "You're doing a wonderful job there."

You thank him, feeling a warmth spread through you at his kind words. As you glance around the empty bakery you can't help but notice the care he takes in everything he does the way he arranges the pastries just so, the pride he takes in his work. It's clear that he loves what he does, and you admire that about him.

"Thank you," you said as he handed you the neatly wrapped package.

As you prepare to leave, he looks up, his eyes meeting yours. He calls out, your fake name still sounding odd and almost ugly to your ears.

You turn back to him, curious. "Yes?"

"There's going to be a festival tonight," he says, his voice hopeful. "Just the townspeople, a little gathering by the beach. I was wondering if you'd be there.”

You smile, touched by his invitation. "That sounds lovely. I’ll talk to my grumpy husband I’ll see if we can make it."

He beams, clearly pleased. "Great. It'll be nice to see you there."

With a final smile, you step out of the bakery, the bell jingling softly behind you.

As you walk back towards the villa, your phone rings. It's Derek.

You glanced at the time on your phone.

Punctual as usual.

Every single day, almost always at the same hour, you expected a call from Derek where you would then hear him whine and complain like a brat about how boring life here is.

You answer, and his voice is instantly recognizable, tinged with a familiar whine. His complains about this place are always hilarious to hear.

You seize the opportunity to steer the conversation towards the festival. "There's a festival at the beach tonight. It's a yearly event where everyone in town gathers. It might be fun, and it could be a good way to blend in more with the locals. What do you think?"

Derek snorts derisively. "A festival? Really? Sounds like a waste of time. I can't imagine anything more dull than watching these people dance around a bonfire or whatever it is they do."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I find it adorable, okay? It's what makes this place unique."

"Unique is one thing," Derek mutters, you hear him making use of his vape with unnecessary vigor. "But some of these traditions are just plain stupid. They're so backward."

"Maybe," you concede, "but it's also about community and heritage."

Derek sighs, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know, I know. It just drives me crazy sometimes. They could be so much more efficient, more productive."

Sensing his resistance, you decide to use a more persuasive tactic. "Well, I was thinking... if you do come, maybe we could make the evening a bit more interesting afterward. You know, a special reward for making an effort?" Your voice takes on a playful, suggestive tone.

There's a pause on the other end, and you can almost hear the gears turning in Derek's head. When he speaks again, his voice is cocky, laced with a hint of amusement. "A reward, huh? Well, that does change things. Alright, fine. But you better make it worth my while."

You smile, satisfied with his agreement. "You won't regret it. I'll see you at home soon."

"Yeah, yeah. See you then," he mutters before hanging up.

The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the small coastal town, bathing everything in a warm, inviting light. The townspeople have been busy all day, preparing for the annual summer festival held on the beach.

As you and Derek walk down the cobblestone path that leads to the shore, you can hear the distant sounds of laughter, music, and the hum of excited conversations.

Derek walks beside you, his posture relaxed yet still exuding an air of entitlement. His eyes hold a glimmer of curiosity that you didn’t dare to highlight to him otherwise he would just deny it.

The festival is far from the high-society events you and him used to frequent, but there's something about the simplicity and authenticity of it that intrigues him.

As you reach the beach, you're greeted by a breathtaking sight. The entire stretch of sand has been transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors and decorations. String lights hang from wooden poles, their soft glow beginning to compete with the fading sunlight. Lanterns of various shapes and sizes are scattered around, casting a warm, flickering light as the evening approaches.

Large, colorful tents have been set up, each housing different activities and stalls. One tent is dedicated to local artisans, displaying handmade crafts and artwork. Another is filled with tables laden with an array of delicious foods, the scents mingling in the air and making your mouth water.

"Quite a setup," Derek remarks, his voice tinged with both amusement and a hint of his characteristic disdain. "A bit... quaint for my usual taste, though."

You smile, nudging him playfully. "Come on, try to enjoy it."

He rolls his eyes, but you can tell he's not entirely opposed to the idea. As you walk further onto the beach, you notice a stage set up at one end, with a local band playing lively music.

The sounds of guitars, drums, and cheerful vocals fill the air, blending with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

As you stroll along, you spot a group of teenagers playing beach volleyball.

Among them, you recognize the guy who works at the bakery. He's already watching you from afar. When he realizes you've noticed him, you wave at him warmly.

One of his friends, noticing the interaction, nudges him playfully in the arm. The baker, caught off guard, waves back awkwardly, a blush creeping up his neck. His nervousness only intensifies when he notices Derek looking in his direction as well, a flicker of territoriality in Derek's eyes.

Just then, you feel Derek's presence beside you, his arm slipping possessively around your waist. His grip is firm, and he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Seems like you've got an admirer," Derek comments dryly, his tone laced with amusement and a hint of possessiveness.

You laugh, shaking your head. "He's just a kid, Derek. Don't get all worked up."

Derek smirks, his gaze still lingering on the group of teenagers. "Well, he'd better know his place."

You and Derek make your way to one of the food stalls, where the tantalizing smell of grilled seafood draws you in. The stall owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, offers you a plate of freshly grilled fish and a side of roasted vegetables

"Welcome to our festival," she says, her eyes crinkling with genuine friendliness. "Enjoy the food and the festivities.”

"Thank you," you reply, taking the plate. You hand another to Derek, who accepts it with a nod, his expression inscrutable.

As you find a spot to sit and enjoy your meal, you take in the sight of the beach decorated for the festival.

Banners with intricate patterns flutter in the breeze, and tables covered with colorful cloths are dotted around, inviting people to sit and relax.

There's a sense of community and togetherness that's palpable, something that feels warm and adorable.

A middle-aged man with a hearty laugh approaches your table, accompanied by a woman with kind eyes. The man's face lights up with recognition as he sees Derek.

"Never fought to see you here!" the man exclaims. "What brings you to our little festival?"

Derek raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fred. This is my partner, the reason why I’m here" he says, introducing you.

Thank God, Derek gave you the grace of not specifying or the conservation would be over already.

Fred shakes your hand enthusiastically. “Pleasure to meet you. This is my wife, Susan. We run the fish stall with my mother.”

Susan smiles warmly. “We hope you’re enjoving the festival. It’s a tradition that goes back generations in our family.

“Really?” you ask, intrigued. “Tell us more about it.”

Fred and Susan exchange a proud glance before launching into the story. “Well, it all started around fifty years ago.” Fred begins. “This town was just a small fishing village back then. Every summer, the fishermen would come together to celebrate the bounty of the sea. They’d share their catches, tell stories, and enjoy the warm weather.”

Susan nods, picking up the tale. “Over time, it evolved into a community-wide celebration. We have music, food, games, and of course, the traditional bonfire at the end of the night. It’s a way for everyone to come together and appreciate what we have.”

Derek listens, his usual cynicism replaced by genuine interest. “Sounds like a lot of work to put together. But I suppose it’s worth it for the sense of community.”

“It is,” Fred agrees. “And everyone pitches in. It’s what makes our town special.”

Just then, you catch with the corner of your eyes a teenage girl with long hair tied back in a ponytail comes up to the stall, trying to sneak past without drawing attention.

She’s wearing a scarf around her neck despite the warm weather.

She is hiding something. The right corner of your lip raised as memories of your past fun times with Derek made you act like this.

But at least the strategies you came up with were more convincing, especially at work. Even though everyone knew that you slept with your boss you still did your best to hide the evidence.

As she ducks behind the counter, Fred and Susan both notice her at the same time.

“Emily!” Susan exclaims, her voice a mix of surprise and concern. “Is everything alright?”

The girl turn around too fast and the poorly wrapped scarf around her neck fell off.

Fred’s eyes narrow as he catches sight of the telltale mark on his daughter’s neck as she adjusts her scarf.

Both parents’ eyes widen in horror as they scream together, their voices echoing across the beach.

They sounded like seagulls.

Emily freezes, her face turning bright red. The elderly woman, Fred’s mother, jumps in shock, brandishing a wooden stick and a pan in her hands as she start to scream along with them.

The commotion attracts the attention of nearby people, who turn to see what’s happening. Emily’s friends giggle from a distance, clearly enjoying her predicament.

“Who was Emily? I want to know who did this to you? Who disfigured your body? My daughter’s body,” Fred shouted quickly.

Susan, meanwhile, fusses over her daughter, adjusting the scarf to cover the hickey. “You’re too young for this kind of behavior!”

Emily looks mortified, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Mom. Dad, please! Not here, not now!”

The elderly woman, seeing that there’s no real danger, lowers her weapons, but she still looks flustered. “Young people these days,” she mutters, shaking her head.

You can’t help but laugh at the scene, hiding your giggles against Derek’s shoulder. Derek, unable to contain himself, buries his face in your hair, his body shaking with laughter. The ridiculousness of the situation is too much, and you both find yourselves laughing uncontrollably.

He leans in closer to your ear, his warm breath tickles your skin. “Imagine if the wind were to lift your shirt a bit too much,” he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eye. “They would all see my marks. If for one hickey they did all of this, imagine their reaction to all the ones I’ve left on you.’

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but laugh, hiding your face against his shoulder, picturing in your mind the possible expressions of everyone around you. Derek joins in, his laughter vibrating through his chest. The absurdity of the thought, combined with the night’s events, is too much, and you both end up laughing uncontrollably, leaning on each other for support.

As the night deepens, the festival’s energy only grows. People gather around the bonfires, sharing stories and songs, their faces lit by the dancing flames.

You and Derek sat a bit away from the main festivities, a blanket spread out on the cool grass. The flames of the bonfire flickered in the distance, casting a warm glow over the scene. Despite the gaiety surrounding you, a sense of solitude enveloped the two of you, as if the world had receded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of your own making.

Derek seemed unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on a spot beyond the dancers. You followed his line of sight and saw Susan and Emily, their faces illuminated by the firelight. They were laughing, their bond evident in the way they leaned into each other, sharing a moment of pure joy as Susan applied make up on her neck.

"Derek, what's wrong?" you asked softly, sensing the shift in his mood.

"Nothing," he replied curtly, his voice tinged with irritation. His eyes didn't move from the pair, and you knew better than to take his dismissal at face value.

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "It's okay, you can tell me," you urged gently.

He sighed, a heavy, resigned sound. "It's just... seeing them like that. It makes me think of my mother. How things could have been different."

The admission was a rare glimpse into his vulnerable side, a side he seldom showed. You knew about the strained, complex relationship he had with his mother, the President of the United States. Her ambition, coupled with his illegal activities to fund her campaign, had driven a wedge between them that seemed insurmountable.

"I know it's complicated," you said softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his arm. "But it's okay to feel this way. It doesn't make you weak."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes were hard, reflecting the flickering flames. "She never cared about me. Not really. I was just a means to an end for her," he said bitterly.

He looked back at the mother and daughter, a wistful look in his eyes. "Do you think things could ever change between us?" he asked, almost to himself.

"I think it's possible," you said carefully. "But it will take time. And effort. And maybe, one day, you'll find a way to forgive her, even if she doesn't change."

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "Why do you put up with me?" he asked, a trace of vulnerability in his voice.

"Because I love you," you replied simply.

For a moment, the hardness in his eyes melted away, replaced by something softer, more human. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "Thank you," he whispered.

You find yourself leaning against Derek, his arm wrapped around you.

Despite the lively atmosphere, a sense of melancholy settles over you. You sip your drink slowly, the cool liquid doing little to lift your spirits.

You sigh, a deep, resigned sound that catches Derek’s attention. He looks at you, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asks, though his tone suggests he already knows the answer.

“It’s just... everything,” you say softly, your gaze fixed on the happy faces around you. “We’ve started a new life here, but we’re still hiding behind lies. We’re deceiving these people, just like before. I thought things would be different, but it feels like a cycle that never ends.”

Derek snorts. “You’re overthinking it. These people are simple. They wouldn’t understand our world, our reality. We’re doing what we have to do to survive.”

“But it’s not just about survival,” you insist, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s about living honestly, with integrity. We’re living a lie, Derek. How long can we keep this up?”

He scoffs, leaning back on his elbows, his eyes scanning the crowd dismissively. “As long as we need to. They don’t know any better, and it’s not like they’re going to find out. We’re safe here. Just enjoy the moment, will you?”

You look at him, searching for a trace of the man you fell in love with, the one who showed you kindness and affection amidst the chaos. But all you see is the mask he wears, the arrogant exterior he uses to shield himself from the world. You feel a pang of sadness, a longing for something more, something real.

The music changes, a slower, more soulful tune filling the air. Couples draw closer together, their movements more intimate, more connected. You watch them with a mixture of envy and sorrow, your heart aching for the simplicity of their happiness.

Derek shifts beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders. “Come on,” he says, his voice softer now. “Don’t let this place get to you. We have each other, and that’s what matters.”

You nod, leaning into his embrace, though the sadness doesn’t fully dissipate. The lies, the deception-they weigh heavily on your soul, casting a shadow over the new life you’ve tried to build. You wonder if you’ll ever truly escape the past, or if it will always linger, a ghost haunting every step you take.

Derek holds you close, his presence a reminder of both the love and the complications that bind you together. And as you sit there, watching the waves roll in under the moonlight, you silently vow to find a way to break free from the cycle, to seek out a life where you can be honest, where you can be free.

As the festival winds down and the bonfires begin to fade, you and Derek make your way back to the villa. The walk is quiet, the only sounds being the distant waves and the occasional chirp of a night bird. The town has a peaceful, almost magical quality at night, and despite the heavy thoughts earlier, there’s a sense of anticipation growing within you.

When you arrive at the villa, Derek immediately drops his jovial facade. He strides inside, tossing his jacket carelessly onto a chair. You close the door behind you, the soft click echoing in the quiet space.

Derek turns to you, his expression shifting from weariness to something more demanding. “Alright,” he says, his voice low and edged with impatience. “I suffered through that tedious festival. You owe me.”

You suppress a chuckle, finding his eagerness almost endearing. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” you reply, a playful glint in your eye. “You’ve been very patient tonight.”

Derek’s eyes narrow with a mix of amusement and desire. “Patient, huh? That’s one way to put it. So, let’s not waste time. I’ve been bored out of my mind, and now it’s time to make it worth my while.” His tone is demanding, but instead of feeling offended, you’re excited by his bluntness.

You take a step closer to him, your smile widening. “Fine,” you say, your voice filled with anticipation. “A promise is a promise.”

Derek’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he grabs your arm, pulling you toward the bedroom. “That’s more like it,” he mutters, his grip firm but not painful. “Let’s see if you can make up for the hell I went through tonight.”

You laugh softly, genuinely amused by his impatience.

You let Derek guide you through the dimly lit hallway, the warmth of his hand on your arm sending shivers down your spine. The soft glow of the moon filters through the windows, casting delicate shadows on the walls. Derek’s steps are purposeful, his presence commanding yet oddly comforting.

As you reach the bedroom, he pushes the door open with a deliberate force. The room is a serene contrast to the lively festival, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Derek turns to face you, his eyes dark with a mix of frustration and desire. He steps closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“You think this is a game?” he asks, his voice a low growl. There’s a challenge in his eyes, a spark that both intimidates and excites you.

“Maybe,” you reply, your voice steady. “But I think you like games.”

His lips curl into a smirk as he closes the distance between you. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You’re right,” he admits, his voice softening slightly. “But let’s see if you can keep up.”

Without warning, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both demanding and passionate. You respond eagerly, matching his intensity. The world outside the villa fades away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

His hands move to your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the bed. The anticipation builds as he hovers over you, his eyes locked onto yours. There’s a moment of stillness, a silent understanding passing between you. Then, with a sudden urgency, he claims your lips again, his hands exploring the curves of your body.

You can feel the tension in his movements, the pent-up frustration from the evening slowly melting away. His touch becomes more insistent, his kisses deeper. You match his fervor, your hands roaming his back, pulling him closer.

Time seems to blur as you lose yourselves in each other. The boundaries between where you end and he begins become indistinct. His impatience gives way to a surprising tenderness, a side of Derek you haven’t seen before. It’s a dance of push and pull, of dominance and surrender, leaving you both breathless and yearning for more.

Finally, he pulls back slightly, his breath ragged. He looks at you with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. “You... you surprised me,” he admits, his voice hoarse.

You smile, feeling a sense of triumph and deep connection. “I told you a promise is a promise.”

He chuckles, the sound low and filled with genuine amusement. “I guess you did.” He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “But this is just the beginning.”

As you lay there, enveloped in the warmth of Derek’s embrace, the anticipation between you continues to build. Derek’s hand, resting gently on your side, begins to move with purpose. His fingers trail down your ribcage, grazing your skin lightly, before coming to rest on your hip. You can feel the heat from his touch seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes, igniting a slow burn within you.

You respond instinctively, your own hand tracing the lines of his chest. Your fingers move with deliberate slowness, feeling the firmness of his pectoral muscles beneath your touch. The movement is exploratory, but filled with intention. As your hand descends, you feel the defined ridges of his abdomen, each muscle tense and waiting.

Derek’s other hand slides up your back, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt to touch your bare skin. The contact sends a shiver through you, and you arch slightly into his touch, pressing your body closer to his. His hand continues its upward journey, finally reaching your shoulder, where he gently but firmly pulls you even closer, aligning your bodies perfectly.

Your breath catches as his mouth finds your neck, placing soft, deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin. The sensation is both soothing and electrifying, and you tilt your head to give him better access. His lips are warm and slightly moist, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You can feel his breath against your ear, each exhale a reminder of his proximity.

Emboldened by his actions, you let your hand slide lower, exploring the defined V of his lower abdomen. The tension in his body is palpable, a silent testament to his own desire. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants, and you feel a low rumble of approval from him. Encouraged, you slip your hand beneath the fabric, your touch light but insistent.

Derek’s response is immediate. He shifts his weight, pressing you back into the mattress, his body now hovering over yours. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent question hanging between you. You nod, giving him permission to continue. His hand moves from your hip to the waistband of your pants, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. He slides the fabric down, exposing your skin to the cool air and his heated gaze.

His movements are deliberate and unhurried, each action a careful exploration of your body. He lowers himself onto you, his weight a comforting presence, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh. The sensation sends a jolt of anticipation through you, and you lift your hips slightly, inviting him closer.

Derek’s hands roam your body, one sliding beneath your back to hold you steady, the other continuing its exploration of your curves. His touch is both firm and gentle, a perfect balance of control and tenderness. He leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that is deep and consuming, his tongue exploring the contours of your mouth.

You respond eagerly, your own hands tracing the lines of his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingertips. The kiss deepens, a dance of desire and connection that leaves you both breathless. As you part, his eyes search yours, filled with a mix of hunger and affection.

He shifts his hips, aligning himself with you, and you feel the tip of him pressing against your entrance. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, and you nod, your body arching towards him in silent invitation. Slowly, he begins to push forward, the sensation of him filling you both intense and exquisite. Your breath catches, and you grip his shoulders, grounding yourself in the moment.

Derek moves with a measured rhythm, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. His hands hold you steady, one cradling your hip, the other supporting your back. You can feel the tension building between you, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, each thrust a symphony of connection and desire.

As the intensity builds, you find yourself lost in the sensation, your body responding to his with a fervor that surprises even you. The world narrows to just the two of you, each movement a testament to the bond you share. Derek’s breath is hot against your ear, his murmured words of encouragement a backdrop to the symphony of your shared pleasure.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, you both reach the peak, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. Derek collapses onto you, his weight a comforting presence, and you hold him close, your breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. The room is filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, a testament to the intensity of your shared experience.

As you lay there, still entwined, you feel a profound sense of connection and contentment. Derek’s fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, a silent promise of more moments like this to come.

Note: I won’t say that this is the true ending because in the future I might come back and write another part, who knows. Let me know if you enjoyed this one, I missed writing Derek. Next one shot will be for Mike :)

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