Just some lazy Automaton au fluff
Y/N and Sun out and about harvesting some plants
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Family Formations - The Portrait
Request: @theourconah hi!! for family formation – I was wondering if you could recreate this video I’ve seen circulating a few times on the internet before. A child attempts to draw a picture of their mother, but it’s so hilariously bad that their dad instantly bursts out laughing. The kid is confused and becomes sad, realizing it’s bad, but the mom says smth like, “It’s so amazing! I’ve never looked better!”, basically comforting the child
I can see Megumi doing smth like this and being very embarrassed being caught drawing Gojo or mc - and Gojo not being able to hold back laughter
If it doesn’t suit the series, it’s okay, but haha I thought it could be cute :) also omg I LOVE all of the parts of family formation sm!!
A/N: this was so fun also I love those tiktoks so I loved doing this - just a lil Drabble of sweetness and teen parents Y/N and Satoru.
A calm Saturday afternoon was on today’s agenda in the Gojo household, Tsumiki was helping you plant some new rose bushes before she lost interest and went to play with her doll house, Satoru was sitting in the sun lounger near you and Megumi was at the table, reading and drawing.
Just as you’d finished helping a few wilted buds on your newest peony bush Satoru asked if you wanted a glass of lemonade and wandered inside. After a minute, you followed him in – you needed a break from the sun and hot air.
You sat at the table beside Megumi as you drank your icey lemonade.
Peeking at his drawing made from the myriad of crayons Satoru had insisted on buying last weekend, you saw a slightly familiar figure on the page.
“That’s a lovely drawing ‘Gumi, can I see?” You ask, smiling.
“Um, it’s you.” He says, blushing.
At this, Satoru is staring over at the drawing and you flash him a warning look.
Kindly put, the drawing looked closer to a praying mantis than you.
“That’s Y/N?” Satoru asks, voice cracking from barely restrained laughter.
“Yeah – see, you’re in the garden.” He replies as if Satoru was the stupidest person ever and his flowers didn’t look like triangles.
“Wow! That’s, really wonderful! Thank you so much sweetheart! It’s beautiful.” You ask, biting the inside of your cheek. This kid was so reserved you couldn’t afford even a tiny slip up that might make him even more shy.
Satoru is behind you now, arm around your shoulders and you can see the shaking of his chest as he tries to not laugh – heeding your warning.
It lasts 3 seconds.
Satoru is nearly sobbing in tears beside you as Megumi begins to look like he wants to hide away forever.
“He’s only laughing because he’s so bad at drawing! Don’t worry ‘gumi! It’s such a great drawing, I love it! I’m gonna hang it up in my classroom at school.” You try to reassure him with what might be the worst excuse as you elbow Satoru in the ribs.
“Totally kid, she’s never looked better – no jokes.” He bites back his hysterical laughter as you fight to not join him after examining how awful you look in the picture.
“Why don’t you do Satoru next, ‘gumi? Or Uncle Nanamin?” You ask, trying to encourage him.
He smiles at little – which from Megumi is more of a lip twitch and then shrugs but drags more paper towards him and grabs a light blue marker and begins making circles which you think might be meant to be your boyfriend’s eyes.
I’m
You walk into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to the top of the child’s head.
As you get behind closed doors, you almost collapse into Satoru’s chest and he falls apart again.
“Holy shit, why the fuck did I have a square nose? Is my head really that big? Oh my god, how the fuck did I not die laughing?” You choke out as tears of laughter stream down your face.
“Honestly princess if you don’t get a huge green dress like that, I’ll be heartbroken – honestly sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The giggles only get worse after seeing his portrait of Gojo.
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hii! could u do something where reader use to be dating someone and like they had their first time together but the other guy didn't let her finished but now they are not together anymore and reader is dating eddie, and this time he wants to make sure she is having a good time ? sorry if it's confusing ahah tysm
Not confusing at all! This is super cute and very sexy and I'm already excited to write it.
Second First Time
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: smut (+18, minors DNI), fingering, oral, biting, subtle roughness- but like so very mild it's ridiculous that I even mentioned it up here, mini hardcore fluff ig? more?
[I take requests]
It's a normal Saturday morning. You wake up, get dressed, and run out the door to your boyfriend's awaiting van. He hangs out the driver's window with a toothy smile spread across his face. His eyes follow you closely in your little sun dress.
"Someone's looking extra pretty today." Eddie beams as you gracefully slide into the passenger seat.
"You like it? I just found it in my closet. I don't think I've ever worn it." You brush invisible dust off your short dress, blushing at Eddie's words. You've been dating Eddie for about a month. The sexual tension building between the two of you is undeniable.
He drives you back to his house to smoke. He likes the way you come out of your shell when you're high. You've been smoking together long enough that you're no longer a giggly mess after two hits. The two of you walk inside and beeline to his room.
"Here y'go, doll." Eddie passes you a lit joint, his eyes lingering on you when he turns to you and sees the way you're propped up on his bed. An elbow supports your upper half while your other arm sorts through Eddie's music. Your long, uncoverd legs reach down the bed, drawing Eddie's eyes up every inch. Your dress has ridden up from your posture, nearly exposing your panties.
"Thanks!" You beam at him, reaching for the joint.
"Hey, Y/N?" Eddie summons your attention while slyly slipping his way closer to you on the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him where you both lay. "You know I love you, don't you?" He plants a kiss on your temple, letting his hands slowly glide up and down your body.
"Of course I do, babe. I love you too." You smile against his lips as they meet yours.
"Let me show you how much I love you," he nearly whimpers in your ear. To further explain what he means, he sinks a gentle bite into your neck. Nothing in the world can stifle the moans he draws out of you.
Finally, you think to yourself. Giving into him almost instantly. You smash your lips against his, hungrily, letting him know your answer. The two of you move in sync when you're suddenly torn away from the kiss by your nerves.
"Um... Eddie?" You avoid looking directly at him, feeling blush rise on your cheeks.
"What's up? Everything okay? You want me to stop? I don't mind, I-" you cut off his sweet, anxious rambling.
"No, you're fine. I want this so bad. It's just uh..." You search for the words, desperate to not ruin this moment. "I've never like, finished before."
"Didn't you and Jason bang?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yes Eddie, we banged, but I didn't finish." You put more emphasis on that last word.
"Oh. OH!" You can almost see the gears turning behind his eyes as he catches on. The moment he realizes, his eyes widen and he looks at you with shock. "Actually, that makes sense. It was Jason, after all." He scoops you closer to him yet again. "Don't worry about a thing, doll. I'll get you there." He winks at you before reconnecting his lips with yours.
His hands slip up your shirt, carefully palming your breast over your bra. You reach an impatient hand behind your back, swiftly unhooking your undergarment in one quick action. Eddie grabs the hem of your shirt, removing it and your bra simultaneously.
"Fuck," Eddie mumbles, unable to stop himself from cupping both your breasts. He squeezes and paws at you, endlessly. Looking into your eyes, he takes a nipple between his lips and tugs it delicately. Long, sultry moans pour from your mouth as he toys with your chest.
"Eddieee," you whine, desperate to feel him between your legs. He moves his mouth to the other nipple, sucking and nipping carefully along your skin. You give in and grab Eddie's arm, desperately guiding him to your throbbing slit.
"Oh you poor, needy, little thing," he says as he brings his face up to your neck. "Right here?" He begins to rub a small circle over your clothed clit. Whines erupt from you, his hand isn't enough, you've been forced to wait too long.
"Please, Eddie. Please fuck me already," you buck your hips against his hand like a whore, earning a sexy, devious smirk from Eddie.
"You sure you're ready? We could just wait." He slows his pace and begins to pull away.
"Eddie!" You scream, reaching desperately for his arm and replacing his hand with your own when you don't catch him.
"Enough of that, sweetheart," he grips your wrists tightly, pinning them on both sides of your face as he climbs on top of you. He grinds his jean bulge against you, passionately kissing you, trailing down your jaw to your neck. "Is this okay?" He whispers, almost as if he's breaking a character he's playing. You nod with a hazed, horny smile.
He releases your arms and quickly makes his way to your pants button. Removing your pants is nothing to him, he sheds his vest and jacked soon after. You lie beneath him, completely naked and silently begging to be fucked. He looks down at you, eyes dark with lust.
He lowers his face between your legs, immediately plunging his tongue into your cunt. Jason never went down on you. You thought you didn't mind, but Eddie shows you everything you've been missing. He licks long, intentional stripes up your clit, fucking you with his tongue on his way back down.
You're barely making coherent words at this point, all you can do is moan and beg for more. Eddie doesn't dare deny you. He carefully slips his pointer finger into your dripping pussy as his tongue flicks around your folds. Your back arches hard enough to snap, it seems. You violently dig your nails into Eddie's mattress.
"E-Eddie, I-" An unfamiliar feeling is welling in your abdomen, causing your legs to shake drastically. You release a loud, drawn-out wail as wetness pools beneath you. Confused, you rise from your leaned back, orgasming state. You blush profusely when you see the drops falling from Eddie's chin and the wet stain all down the front of his Hellfire shirt.
"I was gonna ask if you were enjoying it, but I think I think I got my answer," Eddie jokes. You blush and cover your face with your hands.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't even know-" you rant, but Eddie quickly plants a soft kiss on your lips to shut you up.
"I'm never washing this shirt again," he quips as he pulls away to unfasten his belt and slowly pulls his pants and boxers to his knees.
His long, thick erection brushes gently up and down your slit, he guides it with his hand, collecting your arousal on his tip.
"God, look at you," He marvels over you, taking in the beauty of your naked body. He finally positions himself at your entrance, carefully slipping past your lips to his hilt. You whine in pain at first but slowly adjust to his size. "You okay?" He brushes your hair behind your ear with a ringed hand.
"Yes, s-sir," you stutter, unsure if that's as hot to everyone as it is in your stories you read.
"Sir?" He slides out and thrusts back into you quickly. He creates a decent pace at first. "That is so," thrust. "Fucking," thrust. "Cute." Thrust. Each slam into you was harder than the last. The pain faded quickly and you were left with nothing but overwhelming pleasure. His cock flexes inside of you as he grows closer and closer to his orgasm.
The feeling begins to slowly build in your abdomen again and you can already feel your legs trembling. The sound of your flesh slapping together takes over your ears with the vulgar sounds of your wetness as Eddie stretches you out. Deep, guttural moans roll off of Eddie's lips like thunder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eddie whispers in disbelief. "How are you so fucking tight?" He reaches a free hand to your clit and begins rubbing small, sweet circles. You're nearly screaming. You toss and turn and jerk away as best as you can but to no avail. He keeps fucking you, stimulating your clit until you start to arch your back again.
"Eddie, wait!" But it was too late, you released all over him again. This time, around his throbbing erection. The sight of you flooding his dick is enough to bring Eddie to ecstasy right behind you. He pulls out and shoots warm, white ropes across your body. His hand remains playing with your clit until he finishes cumming.
With one last loud scream from you, he releases you from the grips of pleasure. Your back straightens out and you collapse against Eddie's sweat-soaked mattress.
"So, how was that? Did you cum?" Eddie hovers over you, smiling proudly as he scans your fucked out frame.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Yeah." The words fall out in breathless whispers.
"C'mon, babe. Let's get cleaned up. Then we'll smoke and watch Nightmare on Elm St. again." He offers you his hand, guiding you to the bathroom where he helps you get ready to cuddle in bed.
"Eddie," you look at him.
"Yeah?" He grins, lost in your drowsy eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
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Okay but what if you took Levi on his first picnic?
He didn't understand the word, or eating outside on a blanket on the ground or anything.
He whines the entire way. "You want me to get dirty?" "Eat with my hands?" "But there's ants."
And you're a giggling mess at his complaints and finally just tell him to shut up and while he's stunned into silence you start moving everything out of the way and lay down and try to pull him with you.
"You want me to LAY out here?"
"Yes!" And you're serious, so he does.
"The sun is in my eyes."
"Then close them."
So he does and and you get cozy against him and draw little circles on his chest until he finally hears your breathing steady. Then he takes it all in, and feels the slight breeze, and the warmth on his skin, and hears the stream running nearby, and it's so peaceful, you're the one waking him up just a short time later.
"So, can we try again next week?" That's him, asking you! :)
Eliza!!! this is so cute. Y/N taking Captain grumpy pants to his first picnic and he can't stop niggling
t.w: fluff
w.c: ~2K
Blowing out a sigh, Levi slips into his pocket the note you left on his desk yesterday. His svelte fingers run through his silky hair, sweeping off the meddlesome strands of his eyes. He sticks a mental post it note to remind himself to schedule an urgent haircut.
Petrichor is dank in the air; the grass glistened in the dew of the early morning rain. He tugs the collar of his white linen shirt, scratching an itch on his neck, and looks up at the clear sky. He squints and shades his eyes against the intense brightness of the sun with a hand. In a short time, the mist will leave a gross tacky layer on his skin.
Spending his day off in the bathtub with you would have been a more pleasant plan. But he would never say no to the schemes you cooked up in your head–the ones involving him. At the end of the day, he ends up giving in to your big puppy eyes.
“Sorry for making you wait.” He feels your melodious voice coming from behind, followed by one arm winding around him. “I had to double check we got everything.” On your other arm hangs a wicker basket that cuts off your circulation, and you can feel your hand starting to tingle.
You plant a sweet kiss on his shoulder and steered around him, till you’re standing before him, and another kiss catches him out of guard.
“Hey,” he muses when you pull apart, and spots the basket brimming with everything you found in the kitchen. “What’s that?”
“A basket with food,” you say, swaying it like a pendulum in your arm.
Levi rolls his eyes. “I mean, what’s that for?” he demands and grabs the handle, and a smile draws on his face when he notices what you’re wearing. A white tie-strap midi dress you confectioned yourself with a rayon fabric he bought for you in the market, complemented with a red hair ribbon tied around your messy bun.
“We’re having a picnic, Levi.” You beam, rocking back and forth on your heels, hands intertwined behind your back.
“A picnic?”
“You’ve never had one?!!!” You blink several times, stunned; your reaction tears out a blush from him. Levi flusters. He scratches his chin and averts his gaze. He’s been living in the surface for less than a year; there are still things he has yet to discover. “Sorry… I overreacted,” you say soothingly and loop an arm through his, pressing your cheek to his upper arm. “Let’s go, I’ll explain on the way.”
Distant hills hear your giggles and Levi’s whines as you look for the perfect spot to set your date. You tell him you’ll be eating on a blanket on the meadow and strings of ‘tch’s drips off from his mouth.
“It’ll be fun,” you reassure him, picking wild berries that grow along the path; however, judging by his narrowed eyes and his constant grumbling, he doesn’t seem convinced. Levi turns his face away when you offer him part of your harvest, and you, without fretting by his moody attitude, eat them one by one, rejoicing in the blend of sweetness and bitterness that lingers in your mouth
After a twenty-minute walk, your eyes light up when you spot the perfect place: a tuft of wild grass tickling the edge of a shallow river.
While Levi still holds the basket, you fumble for the blanket and extend it on the field, placing stones on the corners so that the breeze won't fling it over.
“I won’t sit there,” Levi scoffs as you sit on your knees. You make grabby hands as a cue for him to pass the woven container to you.
“So, you’re eating standing?” you retort, swinging the flaps open.
"You want me to get dirty?"
Your eyes go blank. “That’s what the blanket is for, silly.” You pat the space beside you, and he reluctantly sits cross-legged, frowning and pouting like a grounded four-year-old. Another ‘tch’ coils in his mouth as he tries to accommodate for the grass not to prickle his butt.
You hand him the bottle of wine and the corkscrew for him to do something useful instead of yammering, while you carefully pull out the food containers and set up everything nice and pretty on the wooden trays. Levi watches you, pleased and astound that you’d thought of any detail.
Different types of cheese, strawberries, sliced apples, nuts and ham, sticks of cucumber and carrot, pesto and mushroom pâté, and a baguette put together a colorful feast.
Levi lifts the bottle and holds it at his eye level, swirling it, watching through the glass the tiny bubbles dashing upwards.
“Are we drinking from the bottle?” He gibes and raises a brow derisively.
“Here.” You thud two mugs on the mat, and Levi pours the rosé.
“Mugs for wine?”
“You know I’m clumsy sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” The corners of his lips twitch in an attempt to stifle a mocking smirk. You smack his shoulder with a soft blow; one cheek puffs out as your lour at him.
“It was an accident,” you huff. He wouldn’t stop rubbing in your face the fact that you shatter one of his favorite cups.
Levi pinches your cheek between two knuckles as you finish serving. Then, he stretches out his legs and leans back by a fraction, hands flat supporting his weight. A small, enamored smile creeps across his lips as he contemplates you. Your skin glows, bathed in the sunlight, and your hair, a perfect chaos. A few wild strands of hair slipped off the tie and are now rebelliously curling over your ears.
“Don’t you ever get tired of staring at me?” You lick your lips that curved into a smile as you place the bunch of green grapes in the center of the tray.
“Never.”
His eyes stumble with your long lashes, that look like two fans, sexy and enthralling; and then his gaze slides down your nose, until it entangles with your mouth. Your lips. Plump, juicy, kissable. His vice. With that vivid red lipstick that promises to leave his mouth messed up like the streets of the town the morning after the carnival.
You are luckiest person in the world because Levi loves you. You were the one who crumbled the walls he’d built around his wounded heart and saw past through his eyes. And he gave you everything; he bared his soul and showed his vulnerable side, the frightened boy he keeps tucked away in the recesses of his soul.
He wants to kiss you. He’d ask because no matter how many times you remind him he doesn’t need to ask for a kiss, he’ll do it.
However, he skips this time.
He’s been a dick, he knows he’s been a dick who doesn’t deserve your lips. “Time to dig in.” You rub your hands together with excitement and began to prepare the toasts.
“Time to dig in.” You rub your hands together with excitement and began to prepare the toasts.
Levi’s eyes follow you as you cut the bread in slices, slather pâté on them and decorate with toppings. Unwittingly, you hum a soft tune. Once done, you slip his full plate before him, and he eyes them warily as if making sure they’re not poisoned. His gaze then drifts to you and you’re already munching down one, cupping a hand beneath your chin, so the crumbs don’t fall onto the mat.
“You haven’t touch yours.” Your eyes scoot to him as you take another bite.
He frowns again, reaches out and wipes of the smeared pesto from the corner of your mouth.
"Do you really expect me to eat with my hands?" he jeers, his fingers rubbing clean on a napkin.
“What’s wrong with eating with hands?” You chaffed him for his silly complaints. “I pack enough napkins, or we can wash our hands in the stream too.”
"But there's ants."
“You just sweep them away,” you snort, sending one to fly off with a finger-flick.
“Tch.”
“Levi,” you chime, your mellow laugh filling the air and sweetening his ears. You rub a thumb between his eyebrows to ease the creases of his sulky grimace. “Shut up and stop acting like a brat.”
Bewildered, he stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, then growls and folds his arms over his chest. “I’m not acting like a brat.”
“You are.” You hold him closer and smother his face with a shower of kisses and soft nibbles, but he whines more and shush you off, rubbing off the remnants of lipstick of his face..
You find it amusing to provoke him and piss him off, only a bit, from time to time. He's adorable, you think, even though anyone else would say you're crazy.
“Open up.” You bring a bruschetta to his mouth, and he leers back, blushing, but surrenders and nabs on it.
“There you go, big baby grumpy pants.”
“So funny.” He remarks sarcastically and takes a long swig of wine before hoarding the toasts in his plate like a squirrel stashing nuts. A chuckle slips off your lips, and you ruffle his hair, glad he’d liked it. You capture a lock of black hair between two fingers, ironing it and curling it upwards to study the ends. “Can I cut it next time.”
“Not a chance, Y/N. You know I don’t trust you with my hair.”
For dessert, you’d picked an apple pie with flaky butter crust that you almost devour whole. An explosion of flavors and textures takes over your mouth, so addictive that you can't put your fork down. But Levi tugs you away from a diabetic coma.
“Can we have it for breakfast tomorrow?” you query whimsically, licking your fingers before putting the dishes and leftovers back into the wicker box, moving everything away to make more room for two, and lie on your side, propping your head on your elbow.
“C’mere.”
Levi shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest, tapping his fingers on his upper arms. You shoot at him a menacing, insistent glance.
"You want me to LAY out here?"
"Yes!"
His glower falter, and he gulps at your sternness. You're always in a good mood, sparkly and cheery, but one thing he’s learned is never to make you upset. He complies and, a bit averse, he joins you.
He lies on his back, and you nestle next to him, swinging a leg across his thigs, curling an arm over his chest and nuzzling your face on his shoulder. A waft of his pungent perfume strokes your nose , intoxicating you in that masculine, panty-dropper scent.
"The sun is in my eyes." He bellyaches, squinting and scrunching up his face.
"Then close them." You mumble, drawing little circles on his chest, gazing up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Levi's eyes meet yours, and he smiles back. He rolls on his side, capturing you in his arms, wedging one leg between your thighs, and douses the crown of your head in kisses.
“Thank you for today, Y/N.” His sultry voice caresses each letter of your name. “Even if I’ve been a pain in the ass.”
The tip of your nose skims his chin, and your lips make their way beneath his jaw, pressing ticklish kisses that wrench tiny chuckles from his mouth. “You should laugh more often, Levi.” Your breath fans over his Adam’s apple, and his chortle’s joy transform in giggles.
“Stop that!” His voice trembles in his throat against your mouth.
“Make me.” You dare him, blitzing his neck with more kisses in a ceaseless assault.
He lurches back and squishes your cheeks in his hands. His gaze roams over you, and he inches forward, whisking his nose on yours. Then, his hands amble around your neck, his thumbs stroking your earlobes and cheeks.
“Can I kiss you?”
You nod.
First, a gentle brush before his mouth captures yours in a sweet hearty kiss. Your eyes close, slowly, and your tongue, spontaneous and urgent sweeps over his lips and plunges into his gaping maw, exploring every corner of his mouth, swirling and contorting with his in a mucilaginous dance.
When your lungs hoist the white flag, you pull apart and gaze at each other like two idiots in love.
Because you’re nothing more than two enamored idiots.
Huddled together, you’re the first one to doze off. Unlike him, wherever you lie down, you soon fall into Morpheus' claws. He closes his eyes, enveloped by your steady breathing and your warmth, the lavender of your shampoo, and yields to the rustling of the leaves that dither at the rhythm of the breeze, the whisper of the stream that slithers through the rocks.
Without realizing it, the world shuts down and only the two of you are left, cocooned in each other’s embrace.
“Levi.” His name belches off your mouth like cotton-candy, followed by a bath of kisses that wakes him up from his slumber.
He groans and peeks through one of his eyes. And there you are, drinking him with your sparkling eyes, tracing a finger over his ear.
You’re lying on your belly, your chin resting on your hand and your knees bent so that your heels are whisking your lovely, bitable ass.
Still engulfed in the drowsiness, he holds your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and brings it to his mouth, slathering kisses on your knuckles.
“Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
He nuzzles his face against your entwined hands, and a fleeting shade of pink creeps across his cheeks.
"So, can we try again next week?"
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Best Buds
Fezco x Reader
Euphoria Universe x Reader
1. Your Local Drug Dealer
2. Behind the Store Blaze
3. Friends
4. MaKay’s Party
5. My Girl
~
Fez held me from the darkest of the night to when the morning sun peeled into the sky. Early morning I planted myself in the kitchen making breakfast.
Ash walks in from the hall rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. He connects with my frame, taking a step back. "The fuck you doin here?" I smile putting two pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eyes on his plate, sliding it to him over the table. Ash stares down at the plate of food like it is a masterpiece. "Making breakfast." I hum with a smile as I return to the kitchen. Ash narrows his eyes at me, stabbing a fork into his eggs. "Yeah, but why'd you come up in my house early as fuck cookin? How'd you even get in? Fez awake?" I stare at the pancakes the batter darkens. "Um, no. I stayed the night." Ash stops chewing and cocks his head.
At the same moment, I feel two arms wrap around my waist. Fez buries his head in the crook of my neck, peppering the skin with kisses. "Mornin, shawty." the corners of my lips curl in a smile. There wasn't a bro fist as he passed. No awkward tension in the air as we hold by the need to touch one other. I turn my head over my shoulder to take a glimpse at Fezco. He grins at me, catching my lips with his.
"No fuckin way," Ash exclaims from the table. Fez separates from me, gathering food on a plate. He takes the seat across from his brother. Ash stares at him with wide eyes. He gestures between Fez and I. "This for real?" Fez draws his eyes up, catching mine as he smiles, "Yeah, man. That's my girl." Ash grins going back to devouring his breakfast. "Fuckin finally. Was wondering when the fuck you'd get together. That shit was pitiful to watch." I enter the dining room with my food taking a seat. The three of us eat with a peaceful aroma in the air. "Yo, you wanna move in and do this shit every day?" Ash mumbles as he stuffs his face. Fez shakes his head, "Ash, come on, bruh." I shrug as I swallow the first bite. "Sure, Ash. I'll move in. I'll even paint your room pink with purple glitter." Ash scoffs, mumbling, "Like to see you try." Fez busts in laughter at his brother.
~
That night Fez drops me off at the front gate of my house. He runs his thumb over my leg as we stare at the large redwood door. "I don't want you goin, ma." I place my hands on his cheeks, pressing my lips to his. Our world stops as we kiss in his car. Right up until a loud bang hits the hood. Dylan stands at Fez's window glaring inside. "What you doing, dude? Macking on my sister? The fuck!" Fez rolls his window down, "Wasup, D?" Fez attempts to dap my brother up, but Dylan refuses. "(Y/n), let's go." I giggle at his demand. "Excuse me?" "Get out of the fucking car." Fez looks between the two of us, the situation hard to read. "Man, we ain't doing nothing. You know me." Dylan rolls his eyes silently.
"You ain't the issue, Fez. (Y/n), come on. Before dad sees."
At that point, it became clear. Dylan wasn't being an ass for his sake. He was only warning us about my father's presence. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Oh... I thought he wasn't home yet."
Fez furrows his brows, "Your dad got a problem with me? Ain't never met the man." Dylan shakes his head, "Nah, dude. My dads just-" "A hardass." I say, gathering my things. "I've got to go." Fez pouts his lip, his blue eyes shining. "Ima miss you, ma." "I'll miss you too." I kiss him one last time before exiting the car and watching him drive off.
Dylan smirks at me as Fez's car disappears. "Just friends, huh?" I smirk at my brother before using the code to unlock the gate. "Started that way." "And now, sista? What are you?" The blush rose to my cheeks at the thought of him. "We're together. I'm his girl." Dylan smiles, he pinches my cheek. "Glad to see you're happy. I'll fuck him up if he hurts you." I narrow my eyes at the thought. Dylan can fight, but putting him against Fezco would be a sad match. "That's unlikely."
~
My mother taps her fingers against the table as Wanda, our cook presents tonight's meal on the table. My mother stares me down, an examination has just begun. "So, (Y/n), where have you been all weekend?" "A friends house." My father narrows his eyes leaning in, "do we know this friend?" "Yeah." I cut the conversation short. I'm not ready to tell my strict parents I'm in love with a drug dealer.
I reach for a steak my mother slaps my hand away. "The smaller one, honey." As she directs, I place the smallest cut on my plate. "So, the first day of school tomorrow. How are we feeling?" My father asks only wanting professional answers in return. I clear my throat, making sure my posture is correct before speaking. "I'm looking forward to it. I'm on varsity cheer this year." My mother winks, "That's my girl." While mom is pleased, dad is not. "Don't you think you want to focus on your career rather than shaking pompoms for some boy to go to college for free?" and there's where the argument starts between my parents. The next 30 minutes are spent screaming with harsh remarks field by wine and scotch. Nothing better than living with two classy alcoholics.
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Triumph
Chaeyoung x Male Reader
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Part 2 of Conquered Odds, written in collaboration with @worldsover
A/N: This series is a collaboration with @worldsover. Huge thanks to him for doing so much for this piece. Enjoy 😁
“Damn, Chae just canceled our date.”
“That’s unfortunate. I was gonna bring home a slut to fuck.”
“Ugh, why do you have to be so vulgar.”
“You wouldn’t understand, she sucks a mean dick, and she squirts so goddamn easily.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man.”
“How about you, Joon? Do you make your girl cum?”
“I am not talking about that with you.”
“So that’s a no then.”
“Y-yes, I do, all the time. Chaeyoung loves to have sex with me. She cums multiple times every time.”
“Mhm.”
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Who tends to corners and dark spaces but the weak? As people hide from the cool evening breeze in the cozy warmth of their homes, you find a more sensuous heat in the open, in the taste of a mouth that tastes back. The sweet-salty mix of her lipstick and her saliva synecdochizes the entire conquest.
Chaeyoung has just knocked, and you greet her with eager lips. Shoved against the wall by the open apartment door, you continue to work your tongue in her mouth and explore your newfound territory. Your hands climb up the side of her body and feel up every inch of exposed skin. First, slide across her toned tummy, reach underneath her shoulderless black shirt, draw slow circles around her already firm nipples, then finally, your hands settle onto her warm back.
It is impressive how far Chaeyoung has fallen. A once prim and proper girlfriend is now your personal unfaithful slut. Everything else about her has been slowly changing too: her choice of clothes has become much more revealing, her work ethic for school has worsened, and most importantly, her attitude towards her boyfriend has shifted drastically. For example, she did not tell Joon about the tattoos on her arm. When he finally noticed them, he only smiled—what else could he do about it? It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with tattoos. Dates were less frequent, and when she did go on one, multiple loads of your cum often warmed her tummy far before the dinner. In fact, your text was the reason she canceled: “I want to fuck you tonight.”
Too easy. Chaeyoung jumps into your arms and breaks the kiss. Her legs wrap around yours as she leans into your chest, heat from her chest down to her legs. “You already miss this pussy?”
“Didn’t I cum in you this morning? And yesterday?” And the day before, and every day since Chaeyoung has succumbed to your cock, multiple times a day, numerous places—you don’t even bother keeping track now. You nuzzle her neck, sweat already on her skin.
With a blush on her cheeks, Chaeyoung jumps off you, kneels, then pulls your boxers down to pry out your soft length. “I mean, you’re the one that invited me.”
Fingers wrap around your base while Chaeyoung’s tongue runs against the underside, her eyes wide and beady. The first ounce of bliss. Knowing her, she’ll weigh you down with pleasure until the sun rises. After each saliva-slurping suction of your dick, your firmness increases until you reach your full erection. Her mouth and tongue in public give you all the warmth you need for this chilly night.
“Fuck, Chae, not afraid of the neighbors finding out how much of a slut you are, are you?” you ask. Chaeyoung simply gives a cheeky shake of her head before she continues planting soft pecks on your cock. The pouty lips leave pink marks with their shape. You slap the concrete behind you. “How about if Joon finds out? He’s right in his room right now.”
Chaeyoung’s hands stroke you. “What’s he gonna do about it? Beat you up and fuck me into submission? I don’t think so.”
Her words remind you of your earlier conversation with Joon. Recalling his false confidence, you chuckle. Joon could never be the perfect partner for her because he’ll never satisfy a nympho like her. Too meek. Too quiet. Too unwilling to bend his own girlfriend over and fuck her into next Tuesday. Therefore, it isn’t an act of malice when Chaeyoung sucks your cock meters away from Joon in the apartment—it’s due diligence, your duty as a man. Someone was always bound to make this bottled-up girl fall prey.
So it might as well be you.
Stroke her hair and lean further against the wall.
“Hey Joon!” you shout.
You care about Joon seeing Chaeyoung’s oral service as much as any neighbors from the hallway watching—fuck all.
However, your voice lowers anyway, captivated by the diligent suction. “Oh fuck, Chae, you’re getting too good at this.”
“Yeah, what’s up!” Joon finally shouts back. Judging by the echo, he must be in his bedroom.
“Remember that slut I mentioned earlier? She’s here, so stay in your goddamn room!” You stumble back into the apartment, and Chaeyoung’s mouth does not relinquish its needy, slobbery grasp, even as both of you slip off shoes, even with underwear around your ankles.
“Are you shitting me—” He notices your exaggerated yet familiar groan reverberating to him. “Damn it, you dickhead, warn me.”
The mild annoyance in his voice might be a much more seething rage if he just stepped out of his room. Rather than any sort of caution, you find only amusement; pleasure quickly supplants it when lips seal tighter around the head of your dick. You lock the front door and walk backward. All the way to your room, Chaeyoung crawls on her hands and knees, desperate to keep your cock warm and wet in her mouth. A trail of drool weaves an obvious path from the entrance to your bedroom.
When you fall back on the bed and strip off your t-shirt, Chaeyoung releases her lips’ hold on your dick with a wet slap back on your abs. “Ahh,” she moans as she gives little licks around the tip. You push her head down and savor the experienced throat for the length of a full sigh before her mouth slides back up. After Chaeyoung polishes an extra amount of spit foam along a vein, she sips the drool and repeats.
Loud rock music emanates from his room, as it always does whenever you bring home a one-night stand. If only he knew how many nights Chaeyoung has sucked you off like this.
“Listen to that. He doesn’t care about you,” you say. “Joon’s probably on fucking 3.14hub grinding out some stupid Pokémeow shit or watching some hot Nakko Youtuber or some shit.”
“Is that why that loser’s on his phone all day?” Chaeyoung asks while she tugs your underwear off your ankles, cleans a bit of saliva and pre-cum on it with her tongue before she throws it to the side.
“Yeah, and you should be glad. Otherwise, he would have probably noticed how much of a slut you are.”
Slut. The word echoes in Chaeyoung’s head and sends her into a frenzy. Yes, I am a slut. Chaeyoung quickly shoves her head down to your groin and takes your thick length all at once. She is well adapted to your cock by now: her gag reflex is nonexistent after many hours of giving you blowjobs.
You have the whole night for her to suck you off. Now, you want to move on to her other holes. Push Chaeyoung off your cock, pick her up onto your lap, and make out with her. Mouths and tongues intersect in moan-worthy, eye-shutting bliss. No need for sight. The flavor of saliva from her half-open lips, the softness of her skin, her quiet whimpers interrupted by wet mouth sounds. Reach under her shorts, and your fingers find their way to her bare slit. Two fingers graze against her pussy lips. “Good girl.”
Chaeyoung gasps and shudders and stares into your eyes only an inch away. “Th-thank you. Of course. I’d never wear panties before you fuck me.”
A smooch on her cheek. You lean over to a cabinet and pull out panties. “Remember these? They still have your scent, but I might have ruined them a bit too.”
“Really?”
“Yep. The times I don’t get to use your pussy, I just jerk myself off onto this.” You stuff the panties in her mouth while you roll and knead her labia underneath her bottoms. “How’s it taste? My cum, your cum, all balled up into that fabric. But even if that shuts you up, I’m going to fuck you straight into the wall. I want to make his desk shake, make his books fall over. Remind him who gets your pussy every day. But since we’re already here… get back on your knees.”
Chaeyoung kneels obediently at the foot of the bed and spits out the cloying panties, expecting to swallow your cock once more; however, you instead shove the fabric back into her mouth and stand up behind her. Bend her over the edge of the mattress. You hastily unbutton her shirt and pull it off her—no bra either. Her tits respond to the cool air in the room, nipples hardening underneath your palms. You squeeze her small mounds and make the tips even firmer. They’re always more sensitive than you assume; anything you do to them—painful bites, hard sucks, even light pinches—make your little slut moan and writhe in your clutch.
You grip her waistband and pull it down. Though you’ve had plenty of time to get accustomed to Chaeyoung’s perky little ass, you’ll never tire of a handful and a smack, her yelps muffled by panties.
“Mrgph. Sphank, nh! Spank me, pphh, fuck… fuck me,” Chaeyoung mumbles while she looks back and manages to pout despite the cloth in her mouth.
It doesn’t matter how often you fuck Chaeyoung; you could use her pussy every hour and still get your dick ready for the next session because she’s so good at begging and coaxing the animal out of you. She can’t even wait nine seconds for you to level your cock properly between her legs—Chaeyoung wiggles her ass, backs herself up into you, presses her folds, and endlessly pleads and whimpers for you to put inside already.
“Please, please”—smack—”please.”
“Don’t get too loud now. Joon might find out.”
Her head tilts, incredulous at your statement, and when you smile, Chaeyoung spills out the panties again and laughs into the bed. In this moment of levity, she almost forgets why you paused, and you quickly remind her as your shaft bores its whole length in at once. Her face whips off the sheets with a breathless “Ahh!“
Chaeyoung bent over the edge of the bed, this angle drags your thickness into her plush walls, so that she feels it in her stomach, in her needy womb, in her very core. Your hands spread her cheeks apart then knead their way up her back. One hand lands around her neck, the other at her hair, both of which you pull to bring her pussy around the last inch of your length. Your waist locks into her ass as your balls jolt in an already-present need to drown her womb. Finally, you bend over, tug on her locks, and whisper into her ear: “Such a fucking tight whore. I fuck you twice a day, and you’re still this snug. I guess I should fuck you more, huh?”
“Mmmh, yes, please fuck me. Fuck me until I’m stretched out.”
Withdraw from her pussy, and her longing body clenches even harder. Barely an inch out of her walls, and you want to bury yourself back into her. But you resist, continuing your exit from her body. Just your swollen tip is left in her body before you force yourself back in. Chaeyoung tries to grasp the bedsheets with a desperate need to cling to reality as her world comes crumbling down to basic thoughts. Who is she? Your cumdump. Where is she? Your bedroom. What is she doing? Getting fucked by her owner. Everything else is part of the ruins in her mind.
Slap. You don’t relent as you pull out of Chaeyoung’s body. Slap. Her meaty ass bounces from both your hands and your hips. Slap. She loves it when you abuse her body. Slap. It’s your body to fuck and use.
“I don’t think you’re shouting loud enough for Joon to hear how much of a whore you are. Maybe I should spank hard enough that even the slaps get to his ears.” You’re not sure the palm strikes get to Joon’s ears, but they sure get onto Chaeyoung’s ass with sore redness.
Sturdy hits with cupped fingers draw crisp lines as your hands leave their trace in every plunge of your cock. With each thrust, you feel Chaeyoung’s wetness increasing, and you know how to amplify it.
“Does Joon make you cum as hard as me? Does Joon even make you cum at all?”
Chaeyoung gasps as you grab a fistful of hair again. “Fuck no. My boyfriend is useless. He cums a minute into sex.”
You smile as her pussy becomes wetter. Chaeyoung loves belittling her worthless and pathetic boyfriend. And you love it when she does so because her body subconsciously tightens and becomes much more tantalizing. But eventually, you have enough of fucking her against the bed. Of course, that’s not true since you could fuck her in any position every waking moment of your life, but you need more.
Pick Chaeyoung up and latch your mouth onto her neck while you carry her to the wall—the same wall between your room and Joon’s. You crash her back against it loudly, which earns a yelp from your cocksleeve.
“It’s time to give your boyfriend more music tonight.”
After you position your cock at her entrance, you let gravity do its work and impale Chaeyoung once again. Her walls press tightly against your girth, just as she is pressed tightly against the wall. Each thrust into Chaeyoung slams her onto the wall again, each loud thud echoing across the room, and certainly Joon’s too.
~~~~~~
What an inconsiderate asshole…
Joon can only sigh. You’ve brought girls back numerous times, but this is the loudest you have been. It’s almost like there’s an earthquake. As you hammer into the wall, Joon’s table repeatedly shakes, hindering his concentration. How can he study when you are fucking your hookup this loudly?
He turns off his speaker, opting for his noise-canceling headset instead. He shouldn’t have.
“Fuck me! Yes! Pound my pussy loose. I just want to feel you, no one else’s pathetic tiny cock.”
Hearing that, he hurriedly put on his headset and continued his work.
Guess he found the perfect woman. Her other partners must not be doing their job well. Wow, she sounds a lot like… No, of course not.
~~~~~~
“Keep screaming, pet! Let the whole world know who owns you. Let Joon know whose cock you love.” As predicted, Chaeyoung’s walls clamp harder around you.
“Joon. Joon! I love your roommate’s cock! He owns me, every part of me!” Chaeyoung becomes a totally different animal when her fuckhole is being so thoroughly used. That sweet voice becomes unrecognizable in its weak and broken high pitch.
Too afraid of falling off you, her arms and legs tighten around your neck and hips, and with her newer position, her bare chest pushes against yours. As much as you want Joon to hear your illicit fucking, you shut her up with a messy kiss.
You shove your tongue against Chaeyoung’s while you shove her body into the wall. Her limbs coiling around your body impedes the force of your thrusts. As a result, she receives quick and shallow strokes with the same waist-rolling neediness.
The coarse concrete scratching Chaeyoung’s back must hurt a lot. But she’s in no position to complain: fucktoys don’t get to complain about pain. Unsurprisingly, pleasure overrides the discomfort as her mind only registers her owner’s long, thick cock pumping in and out of her cumhole. "Thank you, nguh, thank you, mrgh, thank…" And so on she repeats, though with less zeal, less air each time.
Your thrusts become more erratic, and your balls tighten—you’re on the verge. You haven’t been fucking Chaeyoung for too long, but her pussy has always excelled at milking your cum.
Chaeyoung has to stand when you let go of her butt. She stumbles on her feet, her jelly legs unable to support her weight. No longer worried about dropping your sex toy, you tightly grip her hips and concentrate all your energy into fucking her, chasing your paradise.
Paradise, at least any found on earth, is not for the kind. It is for those who are willing to take it, and Chaeyoung is ripe. Even if all other transgressions blacken your soul, courage is a virtue. Soon enough, virtue brings you the blinding flash of eternity, a journey expedited by her lean body. Lodged to the last centimeter, a few shots make her walls a cream-filled delight so that, even enduring your blackout orgasm, it’s worth pistoning for the slippery pleasure. However, you have not seen enough of her body covered in cum, and it’d be an easy correction with how much smaller Chaeyoung is than you. So while you’re still pulsating, you pull out—a bitter task as her pussy’s lips cling on with a whitish layer—then stroke yourself so that your latter loads paint her lean tummy up to her bitty tits.
By reflexes alone, her hands reach up her body to spread your fluid all over her small chest. Hold Chaeyoung by the neck against the wall while your other hand reaches to her leaking hole. Plunge three fingers into her snatch and pump them in—you can’t have your cum wasted dripping down the sides of her thighs. Meanwhile, you rub her clit with your thumb, and the erotic sight of your whore squirming reinvigorates your erection.
Your grip on her neck loosens as you ponder your next move. It doesn’t matter because Chaeyoung has already decided for you. A shove later, you’re on the cold tiles, and she’s sitting in your lap. Grasping onto your dick, she positions it by her hole and begins to ride you.
“You impatient bitch! Who are you to fuck yourself on my cock?”
Chaeyoung moves your hand from her tiny waist to her neck and tightens your grip. “Ahh, choke me, owner. Punish your pet bitch!”
You slap Chaeyoung with your free hand. How dare she make more demands? As your hold on her neck tightens, so does her pussy. You aren’t afraid of imposing your strength on her because punishment isn’t even a punishment for her. She lets out desperate gasps and moans as she impales herself on your shaft over and over and pushes your seed even deeper into her womb.
“I bet, fuck, I bet your boyfriend is a fucking coward. Too scared to rough you up. But I’m here now, so I’ll fulfill all your fucking desires.”
“Joon... Joon! Help me. Your roommate is, ugh, is choking your precious little girlfriend.”
If the intent was to enrage you, Chaeyoung has succeeded. Your concern for her safety is at an all-time low as you choke tighter. Her moans become nothing but light and airy gasps, and you only allow new breaths of fresh air periodically. Regardless, she is immensely turned on. She rides you even harder, sneaks a hand to her clit, and rubs it roughly, determined to push herself to orgasm. You drive her weight off you, giving you the mobility to boggle her with dick.
Her wish is granted quickly: the firm chokehold, her clit stimulation, and your harsh pounding makes her cum. Her squirt immediately paints your chest, and the glassy fluid flies around you to stain the clean floor. Still, you have no desire to stop, only the need to make Chaeyoung cum as long as possible.
This is the hardest you have ever seen Chaeyoung squirt. A violent clench on your cock translates to equally violent streams. Her eyes roll back, her mouth remains open to release breathless moans, and her chest heaves as she tries to recover from her high. Many thrusts later, the geyser is reduced to a weak spurt. Tears run down her cheeks at the overstimulation to her sore fuckhole.
Therefore, you peel Chaeyoung off your dick and lift her off the floor. After you throw her onto your bed tummy first, you climb it yourself. Grab hold of her blonde hair and pull her face between your legs while you sit back on the pillows and relax. A commanding “Suck” is all it takes for Chaeyoung to open her mouth obediently and take you in.
Your fingers stroke through sweaty hair. “Do you know how fucking needy you look?”
Chaeyoung is obsessed with the taste of your mixed juices coating your shaft, or her faulty mind doesn’t process any of your words at all; either way, she keeps on sucking with no change in reaction.
“I bet you don’t even know which hole should be filled next,” you say. Still, only lazy licks and cross-eyed suckling from Chaeyoung. The best bet is the latter, that there’s nothing at all in her dick-addled brain. “But don’t worry. I’m here to decide for you.”
You sit up and reach over to her rear entrance so that you can thumb at it in a circle. Finally, a reaction, a low, stuttered groan, though Chaeyoung keeps her throat filled with your shaft the whole time.
“When was the last time I fucked you here, hmm?”
Even if she can’t speak, the act of recalling memories is short-circuiting in her woozy head.
“Been a while since I loosened this properly. Even with a slut like you, I don’t get to do that too often. But you look like such a good cocksleeve right now. Makes me want to gape your asshole wide open.”
You lie back once again. While Chaeyoung mindlessly bobs her mouth up and down, you twist yourself to slide underneath her petite body. In this sixty-nine position, you get an excellent view of her butt and her freshly-fucked pussy, but your eyes are on the prize of the dark, taut ring which lies above her slit. Part her asscheeks.
"I don’t even think you deserve lube this time. Might just need you to slobber on this dick instead."
Chaeyoung spits on your shaft; you can hear and feel it. At last, the drawn-out “aaa” from her becomes words: "I pwomise, ahh. I’ll make it nice and messy."
"You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart." You make sure there’s condescension in that name. "I’m getting this hole all wet, so I don’t care what you do. After all, the spit’s for your own sake. I’m fucking you in the ass either way."
Peck on the flesh of her ass, but each peck edges closer to the center. Your lips give way to your tongue to create a delectable path to her rim. Then, the tip of your tongue finds the rare treat. Tease and poke at the crimping ring, and you can’t help but moan at the pleasure of its taste. Your satisfaction can never match Chaeyoung’s, however; you can tell by the vibration of her insistent hum on your cock as she elevates to new levels of rapture. You imagine there are no pupils, only the whites of her eyes that roll into the back of her head when you plunge deeper. It’s only one centimeter, two—who knows—yet she cries in joy as though sent to the stars.
As you wriggle out from underneath, you lightly smack Chaeyoung’s ass to signal her to lie prone on your bed. You straddle her thighs, already drooling at the prospect of indulging in her once-sacred ass.
One more slap to her cheeks before you pull them apart. Chaeyoung’s well-prepped body aches to be filled. Just as hours ago when you opened the door to her boyfriend’s apartment, just as every day you dragged her to a bathroom on campus, and especially as the very first time she discovered your majestic cock that broke her moral code.
Now against her puckered hole, you feel it opening up and welcoming your shaft. Inch by inch, you enter her body gingerly. Hilted deep in her, you briefly grind yourself into her and let her get accustomed to your size, not that she needs much time to do so. You hear her soft whines, her neediness for you to fuck her, and so you do, pulling out of her ass and slamming yourself back in. Once becomes twice, and you lose count beyond that—you have a lifetime to count anyways.
You can hear Joon cheer in his room. "A shiny! Let’s go!"
Meanwhile, his prone girlfriend’s face is deep in the bed, her ass deeper around your cock. "You hear that, Chae? I wonder if he’d be so happy if this wall weren’t here. As much as I love seeing your cute butt jiggle, maybe I should pick you up, carry you to his room while I ravage you anally."
Chaeyoung bends her head up so that you can look her in the eyes, and she sucks on your thumb. Tears fall down those eyes as your cock, only made slippery with spit, slowly burrows into her tightest passage.
You shed one too. "I almost feel bad for Joon, you know. He’s a way better roommate than me. Bet he’s such a sweet boyfriend too. Gonna make me cry.”
No, your tears are brought about by the severe pressure of her asshole on your shaft.
“But at the end of the day, you forget about all that because of the size of my dick. Are you even a person? I’m not sure you’re much more than the holes that I use. And with all that said, you tighten around me. Of course, you would."
The deeper you get, the more daunting is the task of a single push.
“Damn, Chae, I thought you’d be a used slut in your asshole by now.”
She croaks at the all-filling sensation. “Hgk, fuck. Maybe you should use it more. Your cock is the only one I need.”
"Good. Because I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m going to do. I’m gonna cum in all of your holes. Sure, I already creamed that used pussy, but your ass is next, then your mouth. After that, maybe I’ll paint your face and tits and buttcheeks while I’m at it.”
Staining her body is nothing new to you. So naturally, you don’t want to listen to more whines from your greedy bitch, but a better idea comes to mind.
“What do you think would happen if you just strolled over to the room next door and surprised him? Speechless. The dumbass might even try to get revenge on me by fucking you. But obviously, he won’t make you scream like I can, will he?"
No answer from the drooling girl. Your rhythm is constant: tight hole around your tip, tight hole around your shaft’s base. You tug Chaeyoung’s hair and finally, she responds. “You think, ahh, he’s gonna, fff, fuck me? If I want, wha-what, want, d-dick...I, uh, stay here.”
"Good girl. I could wake up every morning, dump my cum in your pussy like I brush my teeth like it’s nothing. Or maybe, mmfh, I take up that suggestion, use your ass more often. Either way, Joon and I’ll have our breakfast, then I’ll pick out my outfit while you’re in the closet cleaning my dick with licks and kisses."
You don’t slow down. Chaeyoung grabs onto the bed sheet—or at least she tries to. Pull her arm behind her back and suck her tiny fingers.
Joon knocks on your door, and you hear a yawn. "Is that girl still there?"
Chaeyoung gasps and tenses up, but she reverts back to mindless fucktoy with a shove of your cock.
"Mmh. You wanna see who it is?" you ask. You tug Chaeyoung’s hair again, and as your lips latch onto her neck, you feel her pulse increasing until you can even hear when her heart leaps out of her chest.
"Hmm. Is it... Nayeon?" he asks through the shut door.
"Nah, not yet."
"How about that international student, the one with the thighs?"
"No, no. You’re really thinking about other girls like that?"
"Wait, no, I just meant—"
"I’m just pulling your leg, man. Brush your teeth like a good boy and go to sleep. We’ll be quiet."
"Well, now I’m curious." The door creaks open ajar. You bet Chaeyoung’s eyes are wide open right now until he pulls the door back. "What the fuck am I doing. Good night."
“Hold on, Joon, maybe you can guess it. Listen to her moan.”
You slam down into Chaeyoung’s walls while your mouth swaps between sucking her neck and her fingers. It’s enough to turn Chaeyoung into a mess of high whines that deepen to primal grunts.
“Uhh… Jihyo,” he says.
“Of course, you wouldn’t recognize it.”
“Ugh, stop wasting my fucking time. I’m going now.”
“Sweet dreams, Joon.”
This is the perfect time for Chaeyoung to form sentences, and her word choice isn’t ideal—no, it’s fucking perfect.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me better than my boyfriend ever could. I’m cumm—OH!”
Joon shakes his head and clears off. Wow, fucking a taken girl. That’s a new one. At least Chae will never do that…
The door slams shut, momentarily masking Chaeyoung’s voice. Naturally, her cries are unfamiliar to Joon—he has never made her feel this good before, and certainly, he’s never fucked her ass to cock-wrenching climax.
Chaeyoung thoroughly soaks the bed sheet, mewling as you relentlessly ravage the gripping hole. Her body jerks every few seconds, unable to handle wave after wave of sinful pleasure. When you finally release her wrists, her tiny hands grip back onto the cotton fabric, knuckles white as if she just rode a roller-coaster. However, the only thrill she needs is the risk of her boyfriend catching her, the thought of which makes her involuntarily moan again.
As her body recovers from its high, Chaeyoung’s tight passage relaxes. It’s the perfect opening for you to pound her even faster and harder. You piston with such force that her body lurches forward with each insertion until her head hangs off the bed. Soon, her fatigued arms droop off the bed as you jostle her further, and those arms have to support half of her weight when her waist becomes the last contact on the bed.
With your cock yet warm inside of her asshole, you stand up and hold her legs in a wheelbarrow position. Chaeyoung squeals. The challenging posture, your climax from minutes ago, the acute distension of her ass: none of those do anything to slow you down. In fact, that past soreness accelerates your uphill journey to orgasm, your aching cock undecided between letting itself go or continuing its plowing of your anal whore’s hole.
Sure that you have more hours tonight to indulge in her holes, you select the former. “My turn” barely gurgles out of your mouth in the snarl of your release.
Toss her down onto the floor, handling her with the same care as a sex toy. With Chaeyoung prone once again, you entrench your cock until her strung-out hole kisses the base of your length. Then, you unload the deluge of your seed inside her tightest passage. The tautness restricts every pulse, and the only escape from the trap is for your girth to subside. You have no choice—and you love it. Blast after blast of sticky cum pumps deeper into her asshole, making Chaeyoung feel warm in the tummy.
As all tension slackens, you ease your partially limp erection out of her butt, and a cream slathers it on its way out. When your cockhead is free of the throttlehold, a lewd squelch resounds.
Bubbles of semen leak from the hole that scrunches up as Chaeyoung breathes heavy sighs; they make a cascade of ropy white between her legs, spill between her folds, her perky asscheeks, and stain her thighs. A smack on her adorable rear makes a mess of cum on your floor, with more of it seeping. Chaeyoung sits up with a weak groan, her back against the bed. The subtle grin matches her empty eyes.
Another smack, but this time on her creamy cunt. Point at the puddles on the floor. “Clean that up.”
Cock-delirious, Chaeyoung does precisely what she’s told, quickly returning to prostrate herself so that she can lick up the wasted seed.
She looks up at you with doe eyes, tongue stretched out to show off the beads of semen. Some of it drips down her tongue, so she collects it with her finger. You hear the gulp, see the floor clean. Or at least mostly so, since her saliva is on it now. “Need my load that bad, huh? In your ass, on the floor, in your mouth. Filthy whore. You’ve always been good at cleaning cum off wood.”
With Chaeyoung presenting her tempting cum receptacles in such a subdued position, you don’t have to stroke yourself much to harden once again. Then, with her face still pressed into the floor, tug her lower body up towards you and thrust yourself into her pussy. What a perfect cycle of disgrace. Though lethargy steadily steeps your muscles, Chaeyoung’s weak groans and seed-trickling entrances spur your drive again, and you work through the burden. After all, you are doing her a favor keeping her filled.
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Though this started at sunset, your cheap LED clock now displays 4 am. Joon is deep asleep while you’re deep inside Chaeyoung. Since you’ve both used up your stamina on endless fucking, slow and lazy strokes keep your shaft cozy. Even anally, she makes a great cockwarmer.
You see her eyes drooping—she’s about to leave this sex-filled world for a simpler one. Perhaps she even craves for your cock in her dreams. No, you don’t want her sleeping yet, and you know the perfect way to keep her alertness up.
Carry Chaeyoung up from the bed. With such a petite body, it’s so easy to bear her whole frame with your arms around her chest and your ass-wrapped dick as the sole support below. To hold her full Nelson, you wrap your elbows beneath Chaeyoung’s armpits, then lock your hands behind her back. Her asshole lines up just right with your saliva-coated tip.
With each step, your cock bumps in and out of her ass. Twitches inside Chaeyoung’s ass make her shiver as she patiently waits for you to set her down and begin pounding her. Limbs wrapped around your body, she clings onto you, shifts her hips, and pushes herself deeper.
Chaeyoung expects to be brought to the living room or the bathroom, so when you open the door to Joon’s room—where it all truly began—she clings onto you even harder and stares at you in disbelief. Any consideration disappears immediately when you start to fuck her while standing by the foot of her boyfriend’s bed. She forgets all about her boyfriend, and her focus is back on your thick length, on the smooth insertions.
“Fucking, nggh, tight even after, hah, these hours.” You whisper against her ear. “He’s a deep sleeper, isn’t he? But you better be quiet anyway.”
You shove your fingers in her mouth, forcing it open so that she can drool all over his leg, so that her subtle moans can escape.
“Doesn’t this bring back memories, Chae? You were so naive, pretending not to be in love with this cock. Not that that lasted long. Now, look at you. When was the last time you even fucked him?”
Probably weeks or months ago. It’s hard for Chaeyoung to remember when she doesn’t feel anything or as good as when it’s with you. Her eyes are wide open, staring at Joon’s peaceful sleeping body, wondering if he will suddenly wake up and catch her in the cheating act.
“I bet this kid is pretending to sleep right now. Maybe he’s getting off to the sound of your cute little whimpers. Come on Joon, give me a reaction.”
Nothing. Joon does nothing.
Chaeyoung, however, cries out louder. Millions of scenarios where she gets caught plays in her mind, but they all point to one familiar conclusion—she doesn’t care about the consequences. All she needs right now is to cum again, and her owner’s cock thrusting in and out of her tiny body gives her all the pleasure she needs.
She’s close; you can tell by how her body quivers in your arms, how her moans reach a crescendo. When you massage and circle her swollen clit, your fingers stoke more heat—too much to hold in. Turn her away from the bed and towards his study desk right before she squirts.
“Good slut. That’s it. Cum all over your boyfriend’s stuff, give him the respect he deserves.”
Chaeyoung’s essence splashes across the room, making a mess of an already untidy room. Joon’s bag gets utterly drenched, Chaeyoung’s mark eternally left on it but for the wrong reason.
While her orgasm slows down, you don’t stop fucking her ass. Overstimulation isn’t anything new to her; she loves it whenever you fuck her through her peak. A pained growl slips out between quivered breaths, and her legs thrash about.
“He’s finally going to know what your orgasm smells like while I enjoy it every single fucking day. I know that addicting musk like the back of my hand.”
Her stream of juices comes to an end but not your stamina. Now on her knees, Chaeyoung looks up at her owner with beady eyes, waiting for you to take the next step.
While your hand strokes to maintain your hardness, the other holds the top of her head in place. Her face is a canvas; as if sweeping specks off its surface, you rub your throbbing shaft across her cheeks.
Your living work of art can’t wait for you much longer, her tongue and mouth desperately moving towards your cock and coaxing your nth load of the night. You oblige her and point it towards her.
Chaeyoung’s eyes light up before it goes into a daze once more at the taste of you. She doesn’t need to think twice about satisfying you with her mouth; she already has countless practice. Up and down with a steady rhythm, Chaeyoung pushes her tongue along your length as it enters and exits.
You lack the energy to fuck her mouth and are satisfied with the masterclass blowjob Chaeyoung is giving you. Casually rocking your hips in tandem with her, you groan silently. Though you praise yourself for turning this cute little girl into a full-fledged whore, you consider the numerous ways to turn it up even further.
“I should come over to your place and wake you up with a dicking-down.”
“B-but my parents—”
“That’s shit you say to your boyfriend. I’m your fucking owner. You’re my little fucktoy. Tell me I’m wrong. Stop sucking my dick right now.”
Chaeyoung pauses, her lips halfway down your length, your tip tickling her uvula. She looks down, back up at your eyes, then down again.
“So this is the one time you can’t follow my instructions.” You tug her by the hair off your cock. Even in your rough pull, her tongue drags along the side of your shaft.
“Why-why are you like this today?”
“What do you mean? Don’t you always ask to be treated like this? Don’t you love being my pocket fuckhole?”
“Yeah, but… I dunno. Something’s different.”
You wipe spit off her lips, her chin, drag your cockhead along her cheek, applying an underpainting on her. “Look at your boyfriend. Sleeping like a little bitch. You’re always teasing the idea of getting dicked down while he’s right there. Well, congrats. Follow through.”
Of course, you’re right. You know Chaeyoung inside out—your shaft knows even better. She bobs her head even faster and takes your cock even deeper.
You’re now hitting the back of her throat, her tongue still maintaining its pressure against your cock. With every thrust, tears form, and whatever makeup Chaeyoung still has on this late into the night runs down her cheek—the next layer of paint is set.
Lost in deep pleasure, energy depleted from the past hours of lust, your mind goes blank, and your legs almost buckle. You struggle to keep your focus and look around the messy room to distract yourself from cumming too quickly.
In this dark space, in one corner of the room, the drenched bag from earlier. Eyes scan up to Joon’s desk, you see a headset, his books shut closed, and a photo frame with him and Chaeyoung from what you presume to be years ago.
Chaeyoung, right. Your wandering eyes make contact with her cock-drunk gaze. She silently pleads for your load, her hands now grip onto your hips, and she fucks her face into you.
You look at her boyfriend, sleeping in peace. Ignorance is indeed bliss; if Joon ever finds out how much of a whore his precious childhood sweetheart has become, he’ll never sleep comfortably again.
As more thoughts of Joon and your illicit fuck flows into your mind, you lose control of your body. It is too late when you realize your cum is on the verge of release.
Pull out of her mouth and aim square on her face. Two quick strokes of your cock, and you finalize your painting. Streaks of white across Chaeyoung, she eagerly opens her mouth to capture some but to no avail.
You admire your art, a familiar painting with slight variations each time. The first time, the hint of innocence turned you on immensely. This time, she offers you none of that sweet innocence, and instead, you witness her tongue sweeping around her mouth for any bits of your load.
Mentally drained, your aim isn’t fantastic either. You miss some shots, your cum landing on Joon’s hand. Like a sleeping log, he doesn’t react.
“Look at this bitch. At least he doesn’t whimper like you,” you say.
“It’s because I want you to feed me your cum,” Chaeyoung says, tongue still outstretched, “not waste it like that.”
“Tsk, whatever.”
Chaeyoung leans over to lick your cum off Joon’s finger. She swirls her lips around his thumb as if she is giving a blowjob. It’s a shame Joon can’t feel Chaeyoung’s skilled mouth working its magic.
But what’s empathy anyway?
You admire your masterpiece: not just Chaeyoung’s face covered in cum but the whole portrait of Chaeyoung licking another man’s cum off her boyfriend’s finger. Though carved months ago, the eye-opening sculpture is carefully—or not—refined each time your cock is presented to her.
After Chaeyoung is done, she looks at you with a grin plastered on her cum coated face, and you mirror her smile. Hand on her cheek, you scoop up some of your cum with a thumb and feed it to her, partially granting her wish.
With more globs of cum left, you pull Chaeyoung up, press your chest against her back and guide her to the bathroom. Finger in her cunt, she walks with wobbly legs while you support her.
“Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up as well.”
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The shower—you wonder how much water you wasted as you fucked her under the cool stream. Though you wash off sweat, no amount of fingerfucking completely unstains her womb.
Your bedroom—a couple more creampies into the half-awake woman.
The living room—on the couch, Chaeyoung falls asleep with your dick inside her cunt while you decide to push through the couple hours to complete the all-nighter. Her head rests on your neck as though she wants to leave a permanent hickey on your neck. The morning sun breaks past the windows.
You pull yourself away from Chaeyoung’s skirt and mouth, relaxing into the sofa. She shivers in your lap from a departing flick of her clit. Your semi-erect shaft in her line of sight tempts her for another quick round, but she ultimately decides against it.
Chaeyoung steps to the door while her fingers push your cum deeper into her pussy, then she makes a show of cleaning her cum stained fingers with her mouth.
“See you later!”
You’ll definitely see her later, maybe at a secluded restroom, or at an empty classroom, or you should just bring her back to Joon’s bed.
You shut the door after Chaeyoung leaves your vision. However, when one door shuts, another opens.
“Hey Joon.”
He scans you and averts his eyes, though he isn’t particularly scandalized at your state of undress. Joon shrugs.
“You just missed her.”
“Yep, I don’t care. Did you even sleep?” Joon asks.
“Maybe you should.”
“What does that mean?”
You shrug, mocking him with your wry smile. Take it a step further and raise your index finger which shines with a bead of white. “Want a taste? Still got some cum on my fingers.”
Joon gags in half-jest. Quarter-jest. “You goddamn… ugh. I’d rather get a taste of a roommate who has some dignity. Or shame.” He shakes his head. “A fucking girlfriend,” he mutters to himself.
“Mhm. Some guys just aren’t good enough. You can call me the cleanup crew. Speaking of which, are you gonna clean your corner of the home?” You gesture to the left side of the living room—his responsibility.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it.”
“See, you can’t bitch at all. My side is immaculate. And your room’s pretty fucking dirty too.”
“Look, I was too busy—wait, how do you know that?” Joon scratches his head.
“Look, you’re stepping on some of that thot’s spit right there.” Point at his feet.
Joon jolts like a scared puppy.
You laugh. “Geez. I’m going back to bed, man.”
“Whatever it takes to get you out of my sight.”
As you walk back to your room and pass him, you give a salute. “No problem, boss.”
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Gosh, this is so stupid. Joon doesn’t want to think about your new antics. As long as it doesn’t cause him any trouble, he tries his best to leave you alone.
He whips out his phone and finds the perfect person to vent to—his younger sister.
Hey, I know you’re in lecture right now, but I need to talk to you about something.
It’s all good, oppa. Barely even started. Sounds serious though.
Might be a longer convo. It’s about Chae.
Girl problems?
Kinda. No, no. I’m just being paranoid. You’re settling into uni okay?
Of course. Well, there’s this one guy who’s kinda annoying…
Pfft, tell me about it.
Oh, you’d know.
Wait, I gotta write this stuff down.
Aaand prof’s still talking. Okay, I gotta go, later?
Yep.
Thanks Jiheon.
He mindlessly plucks and throws away a strand of blonde-dyed hair, long but not too long like a girl with a cut that goes up to her shoulders at most. But he won’t notice.
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Masterpiece
Summary: Who knew art could lead to an awkward meeting that would later lead to beautiful relationship.
A/N: I know I said I would post this Friday, but oh well here we are. All inserted pictures are from Pinterest. I absolutely loved writing this so please send me your feedback.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Artist! Reader
Warnings: swearing, implied/slightly descriptive smut, mention of alcohol and addiction
Word Count: 2.8K
Spencer doesn’t know how long he had been zoned out not listening to a word Emily said to him. They were standing in an obnoxiously long line at their favorite coffee shop. Spencer was admiring the art in front of him, the way the yellows and oranges flowed together was mesmerizing. They were so mesmerizing that Spencer didn’t realize the art was on the back pocket of the stranger’s shorts standing in line in front of them.
It wasn’t until Emily nudge Spencer’s shoulder, “Quit looking at that girl’s ass!” Spencer saw where Emily was pointing as she spoke. As he went to say, “I was not checking out her ass.”, the stranger with the mesmerizing art on her ass turned around to see the raven haired woman pointing down at the lower part of her body and the tall curly haired man blushing as he was caught in the act.
The woman smirked at them both and said, “Well my shorts do say ‘this butt is art’ so I guess technically you were just taking in all its beauty.” This made Emily snort and Spencer stutter. He tried to stutter out an apology, but by the time his brain allowed him to access words again Emily’s phone rang loudly.
She answered quickly and hung up just as fast, “I have to go to a meeting apparently. Sometimes I hate being the boss. I’ll catch up with you later, Spencer.” And with that she was gone, leaving Spencer there with the still smirking woman.
“You know the least you could do is buy my coffee to make up for this adorable fiasco.” She said causing Spencer to blush. He nodded his head and said, “Yes of course. I’m really sorry about all that. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid by the way.”
She smiled at him as he went to stand beside her in line, “Oh doctor, fascinating. I’m y/n.”
Once they had finally gotten their coffee and found a small table, conversation between the two flowed so effortlessly. “So, doctor, huh? Care to share with the class what kind?” Y/n asked as she took a sip of her dark beverage.
Spencer chuckled, “I have PhD’s in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering along with BA’s in psychology, sociology, and philosophy. I’m not a doctor who works in a hospital, but one who works in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Y/n smiled at him over her cup, “That kind of makes sense you look like a very intelligent man. Plus, you look way better in a cardigan than you probably would in scrubs.”
Their conversation went on without a hitch, no moments of awkward silence. They talked about their careers, y/n explained how she was an artist and Spencer adored the way she lit up as she talked. They constantly were bouncing ideas and questions off one another. The conversations stretched over many different topics, each just as interesting as the last. Y/n even listened and question Spencer on several of his fact dumps.
They both seemed to have forgotten the outside world existed until Spencer happened to notice the sun setting through the coffee shop windows. As he admired the colors in the sky he said, “The sky is always so lovely at sunset, but I hate that it could mean the end of this.”
He looked back at y/n who was smiling at him. “Okay I don’t usually invite strange men to my home, but would you like to come see some of my art that I’ve been working on?” Spencer smirked and narrowed his eyes, “You think I’m strange?” Y/n laughed, “Only in the best way.”
The first thing Spencer did when he entered y/n incredibly spacious apartment was admire all the art lining the walls. He had thought the art displayed on her jean shorts was mesmerizing, but the art that was in front of him now was simply breathtaking.
Spencer walked the walls, admiring and analyzing each piece. Y/n stood beside him as he smiled at the painting of a cow. She laughed softly as she spoke, “There is always a story behind each of my paintings. Some are silly, some are painful. However, this one happens to be my favorite. I grew up on a farm and I had a cow named Milky” She looked at Spencer who was trying to hide a laugh, “Hey I was 8! Anyways she was my best friend. It was funny when I first started to draw and paint, I would always use her as a model. Sometimes it seemed as if she was posing for me.”
Spencer didn’t take his eyes off y/n the whole time she was talking. Once y/n finished her story she looked at Spencer. Both of their smiles growing bigger. He looked back at the painting and said, “You know in another life I would love to be a cowboy with cows and other animals on a small ranch somewhere.”
Y/n giggled, “Would you name one of your cows Milky?” Spencer looked at her fondly and said, “For you, I would.”
Spencer turned his head to the right and noticed a canvas with several different shades of red bleeding into one another, there was broken glass scattered across it. He made his way closer, he turned towards y/n and asked, “What’s the story behind this one?”
Y/n’s eyes held a hint of sadness as she drew in a deep breath. She was hesitant at first but finally explained, “The glass is broken beer bottles, I was- am an alcoholic. I am currently 5 years sober, almost 6 now. I made this to remind myself of all the hate and pain drinking brought to my life” Y/n turned towards Spencer expecting him not to understand, but instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sobriety chip.
Y/n’s eyes started to tear up at the fact that someone finally wasn’t judging her but understanding her. She too pulled out a chip and both y/n and Spencer let out laughs full of pain but also full happiness. Spencer reached out a hand and placed it on y/n’s cheek. His thumb ran smoothly across her face to wipe a tear that had escaped.
When Spencer spoke again his words were soft, “Out of all this art, I think you are the one true masterpiece.”
One minute they were staring into one another’s eyes, and the next they were getting lost in the feel of the other’s lips neither one really sure when they had made it to y/n’s bedroom. Spencer held y/n against him firmly, but it felt delicate all at once. His fingers traced over every edge and curve of her body bringing sounds of pleasure from her beautiful lips.
Spencer planted soft kisses across y/n’s body as if he were painting and her body was his canvas. With every roll of Spencer’s hips, flashes of color seemed to blind him. When y/n arched her back, Spencer let her know she was more beautiful than any art piece.
The next morning, Spencer woke up to the sun shining through the windows. He felt y/n stir next to him, he couldn’t help but take in how lovely she looked. The sun seemed to only amplify her beauty.
Y/n opened her eyes to find Spencer staring at her. She smirked and closed her eyes again, curling up closer to him, “You’re staring.” Spencer chuckled causing vibrations to run through his chest making y/n giggle. “I’m admiring.” Spencer told her.
Y/n sat up to stretch, the sheets falling around her making her look like a sculpture of a goddess. She smiled down at him and scrunched up her nose “Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever you say.”
While they started to dress, well y/n was getting dressed Spencer was still looking for his shirt, he noticed the shorts y/n was putting on had art on them just like the ones before. However, these were not shades of yellow and orange. These shorts had little planets painted on them.
Y/n turned around to see Spencer’s eyes once again focused on her ass, “Why are you smiling like that?” At her question Spencer let out the laugh he was holding in as he said, “Ummm- well- it’s just that- your ass is out of this world.”
Y/n snorted and threw a pillow towards Spencer who actually caught it, “Oh the doctors got jokes this morning.”
Spencer spotted his shirt in the floor and as he bent over to get it, he said, “Not jokes, facts.” This only made y/n smile more.
Y/n watched the muscles in Spencer’s back flex as he fixed his shirt to put it on. Right before he put it over his head she asked, “Can I- can I paint something on your back?”
Spencer stopped all movements to look at y/n, he noticed the blush tinting her cheeks. His heart seemed to scream with emotions. Spencer through his shirt back on the ground and asked, “Where do you want me?” Y/n giggled and pointed to the bed.
Y/n had been straddling Spencer’s back for about 15-to-20-minute minutes when he no longer felt the softness of the paintbrush against his skin. Y/n had been humming while she worked and with the gentleness of each stroke of the brush, Spencer kept dozing off.
Y/n removed herself from Spencer causing him to turn his head to look up at her, she was smiling so brightly Spencer never wanted to look away. Y/n was staring down at the work on Spencer’s back and jumped slightly when he asked, “Can I see it?”
“Oh yes! Of course!”, she rushed to put down her paints and brushes. Y/n grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him towards the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Before handing him the handheld mirror she said, “Close your eyes. I’m going to count to 3.” Spencer just chuckled and nodded.
“1…”
“…2…”
“…3”
Spencer opened his eyes and let out a gasp. The art that now covered his back was simple but so pretty. There were no defined lines, the colors overlapped in some places which just made it all the more beautiful. He looked from the mirror to y/n to see her hands clasped together and held against her mouth. She moved her hands slightly to ask, “So, what do you think?” Spencer looked back at the mirror and said, “I never want to take it off.”
After the time Spencer spent with y/n he was scared he would never see or talk to her again. Right after she revealed the painting she had done on his back, Emily called him with a new case. He ran out of there so fast he didn’t have time to remove the paint or give y/n his number. The plane ride was slightly uncomfortable with his clothes sticking to the paint.
However, it turned out the universe was on his side. They were leaving one case going straight to another, so Spencer’s spirits were kind of in shambles and his mind was consumed with thoughts of y/n. His sadness was starting to take over his mood when his rarely used cell phoned chimed, signaling that he just received a text.
Hi, doc. It’s your favorite artist. I hope it isn’t weird I’m texting you. I got a call from someone named Penelope. She said Emily thought you would like to hear from me.
Spencer looked over towards Emily who was smirking as she read over the case file, she knew who was texting him. Spencer just shook his head as he typed out his response, smiling the whole time.
Hello, y/n. That would be my best friends medaling in my life. Luckily, this time they were right.
Y/n response came back fast, and Spencer chuckled softly imagining the teasing look she was probably making as she asked-
This time?
That is a story for another time.
Over the course of the several weeks Spencer was gone, Y/n and Spencer texted every chance they got. A lot of the times Spencer would be too busy and would see messages from y/n he had gotten through the day.
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I was running late this morning due to me having terrible time management skills and well- I went to brunch with paint completely covering my clothes.
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Ha look what I did. I’m starting to think I’m the real genius here. click here for image
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SPENCER REID. DID YOU REALLY HAVE PENELOPE GO BUY ME THIS AND BRING IT TO ME?!?! I love it! Thank you! click here for image
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Spencer would always laugh and respond every time he got the chance. One night he was actually able to call her.
“Hello?”
“Are not sure how to answer a phone or are you questioning if I’m really calling you?” Spencer teased.
“Well, isn’t someone feeling sassy today.” Y/n laughed; she was overwhelmingly happy to hear his voice.
They spent most of the night just catching up. Y/n never once asked about the case and for that Spencer was thankful. Spencer saw the sun start to rise and realized what time it was.
“I should probably try and get at least a few hours of sleep.” Spencer said into the phone. He heard her gasp and then frantically started apologizing, “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! I was just so happy to talk to you I didn’t realize. I-“
Spencer cut her off with a “Hey. It perfectly okay. I love talking to you. If it were possible, I would never sleep if it meant I could talk to you forever.”
Y/n couldn’t stop smiling, “Well guess what doc. You’re kind of stuck with me get ready for me to never stop talking.” Spencer laughed softly, “I am definitely okay with that.”
As soon as the jet landed, Spencer texted y/n to let her know they were back. What he didn’t expect was for her to be standing in the bullpen with Penelope. Spencer couldn’t help but practically sprint to her, ignoring the knowing looks from his teammates.
When reached her, he wrapped her in a hug. Y/n giggled as she hugged him back. When they pulled apart Spencer asked, “What are you doing here?” Y/n shrugged and looked towards Penelope who had left her side to join the others and said, “Reasons.” She looked back at Spencer and winked. Spencer laughed and shook his head as he wrapped her in another hug.
Spencer and y/n left with Spencer promising to finish the paperwork first thing the following week. Once they were outside y/n turned to Spencer and said, “Okay so the main reason I couldn’t wait any longer to see you is I want to ask you something?”
Spencer turned his head and squinted his eyes, “Should I be scared?” Y/n barked out a laugh and grabbed Spencer’s hand. He stared where their hands were joined. Y/n must have thought he didn’t want to hold her hand because she noticed him staring and let go.
Y/n became a little nervous as she asked, “I- I wanted to ask you to be my plus one at an art show tomorrow. This will be the second art show my work has been in and I’m extremely nervous and would love for you to be there.”
Spencer smiled, feeling beyond flattered that she would want him there. He grabbed her hand the same way she had before and said, “I would love nothing more.”
That following night at the art show Spencer knew for certain he was completely consumed with feelings for y/n. He couldn’t help but to admire how her face lit up every time she talked about her work with other guests. It fills him with pride every time she would turn away the champagne that is offered. What really sets his heart ablaze is how y/n would reach for his hand every time she moved on to another art piece or to speak to someone else. It was as if y/n wanted, needed him. Whether it was for comfort or confidence Spencer was happy to be either of those things for her.
Towards the end of the night Spencer and y/n had finally found a moment to be alone. They stood in front of a painting that kind of reminded Spencer of the mermaid from that one Disney movie Penelope made him watch.
Y/n must have thought so also because as she looked at the painting she said, “You know I am really glad you have become a part of my world.” Y/n turned her head to look at Spencer there was a gleam in her eye. Spencer responded by saying, “Is there any way I can always be a part of your world?”
Y/n responded by kissing Spencer, putting ever amount of emotion she felt into it. The kiss was more vibrant and meaningful than any art she could ever dream of creating.
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What do you think first kiss with skz be like?
aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH-
also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM
warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??
Bangchan
~gentleman~
will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating
doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such
basically a sweetheart
i imagine its like a cute little date
night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head
“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight
“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his
its probably the most romantic event in your life
him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly
when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”
poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see
Minho
the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”
“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”
minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill
“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely
“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him
there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes
minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments
you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke
“how come you never do that to me?”
silence
you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms
“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action
the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures
“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away
“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek
Changbin
very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”
like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office
there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work
you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board
“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration
you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.
dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office
you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you
you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words
“do you hate me, y/n?”
“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”
he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair
“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”
you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate
“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever
more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))
lets just say,,, he made it up to you
Hyunjin
i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends
and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship
every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other
“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist
“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”
but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall
probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well.
“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap
“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges
“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing
“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa
“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters
he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain
a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:
“so,,, did they taste better?”
Jisung
the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”
he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.
you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you
turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying
“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips
“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true
you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything
he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life
the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes
“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow
the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other
it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body
by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex
safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))
Felix
aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)
he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.
it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place
you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago
he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before
“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips
“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention.
you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles
you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his
he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss
felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow
“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more
Seungmin
its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??
this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class
but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer
both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact
his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(
you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked
after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling
“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”
seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky
“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”
you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst
“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”
his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand
you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration
you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.
your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking
“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away.
Jeongin
like,,, uni buddies!
both being med students meant late study night, usually in school
there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard
the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted
you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin
but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you
being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes.
“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”
you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours
you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals
and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before
he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((
didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back
maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~
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Forever (Kageyama x chubby reader) (possessive Kageyama)
POST TIMESKIP
Kageyama is possessive. Rightfully so though, every where you went you attracted, no, demanded attention. You were beautiful, inside and out. And many days Kageyama wondered just how he was lucky enough to have been the one to catch your attention. You were his world, his angel, and whenever someone else tried to entertain the thought of being with you, he wasn't happy.
So sometimes he needed to show you that he belonged to you, and that you belonged to him.
ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You watched as his chest rose and fell steadily with exertion. The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible and you could tell that his body was beginning to grow exhausted. You loved seeing this, everything about him when he was like this oozed power, from the way he stood, with his feet planted firmly with his muscular arms extended above him, to the look of overwhelming concentration on his face.
Your fiancé only got like this when he was playing volleyball, or when he was making love to you. It wasn’t something that he allowed others to see, saving it exclusively for his volleyball team and his loving partner. No one else got to see him like this because while it was when he was most concentrated, it was also when he was most vulnerable. When he played volleyball, he wore his feelings on his sleeve. It was as if he was trying so hard to control his physical state, that his emotions were left completely exposed.
Most days, this kind of passion on his face and in his movements, had the ability to take your breath away, and today was no different. The way that he practically glided across the court reminded you of a panther. You looked away, you could feel your body heating up as you watched Tobio play and the last thing you needed was to get aroused. You were here today to watch his practice and be a supportive girlfriend, nothing more nothing less.
Of course, the only person on the all-Japan team that knew you were Tobio’s partner, was Hinata, Kageyama’s volleyball partner and best friend (Besides you of course). Seeing as they were best friends, Tobio hadn’t been able to keep you a secret for very long. It had only been a month into the two of you dating when Hinata had finally figured it out, and you reckoned that you would’ve been found out slightly faster if it was anyone other than Hinata.
Seeing as only Hinata knew, Tobio had asked you to keep the PDA to a minimum. It’s not that he was embarrassed to be with you, very much the opposite. He felt that if his teammates knew of your existence, your beauty and naturally charismatic personality would draw them in much closer than he would allow any of them to be. You had decided to oblige because while it was sometimes fun to rile Tobio up, you really didn’t want to deal with his possessive side at the moment.
As soon as you had calmed down slightly, you looked back to the court to find that all of the players were now laying on the gym floor stretching. You decided that it would probably be okay if you walked down the bleachers and waited near the gym doors, it’s not like you were going to disturb the already-over-practice.
As you walked down the stairs, your eyes caught Hinata’s, who was currently leaning onto Kageyama as he sat on the gym floor, assisting him as he stretched.
“Look! It’s Y/N!” he shouted, one of his hands leaving Kageyama’s back as he reached up and waved to you, a bright smile taking over his face.
You smiled and waved back, hoping that his comment wasn’t loud enough to draw the attention of either the coaches or the other players. You really didn’t need the extra attention or even possibly a scolding.
Down on the court, Kageyama reached up behind him to swat Hinata on the back of the head, causing the redhead to let out a surprised yelp and glare down at his friend.
“Shh,” Kageyama hissed, “I don’t want anyone knowing about my relationship you dumbass.” His voice was hushed yet didn’t lack his usual biting tone.
“Why?” Hinata asked, his curiosity causing him to completely forget about the fact that Kageyama had just hit him. “They would love Y/N!” He beamed.
The first time that Hinata had met you, he could think nothing other than the thought that Kageyama had struck the lottery with you. You were everything that anyone could ever want. You had a sweet, patient personality (necessary to deal with Yama’s awkwardness and mood swings), you were incredibly smart, and to top it all off, you were one of the most gorgeous women that Hinata had ever seen.
Hinata remembered exactly what you were wearing the first time that he’d met you. It was during the summertime, it was actually at the wedding of one of Hinata and Kageyama’s mutual friends. Hinata could remember how Kageyama had reacted when they found out that each quest was encouraged to bring a plus one. He had been shocked that Kageyama had been so calm about the situation, usually, his best friend would freak out at the thought of having to plan out having a guest with him. As soon as Kageyama had simply agreed with the plus-one invitation, Hinata had known something was up, and pretty soon, Kageyama told him about you and told him that he’d be able to meet you at the wedding.
It was a summer wedding and it was outdoors. You had chosen to wear a very simple, light lilac summer dress. You were always careful when you went to weddings to follow the proper etiquette, not wearing a color too close to white, matching the dress with nude heels that were no higher than 2 inches. Unfortunately, you had never been a small woman so even in 2-inch heels you ended up towering over the bride. Luckily, you only saw her when Kageyama went to greet his friend and congratulate him.
It had been almost sunset when Hinata had met you, and with all of the times that he himself had been compared to the sun, he couldn’t help but see you as the purest definition of the star. The way that the orange-pink sky lit up your face as Kageyama introduced you to him, nearly left him breathless. That along with the way that your light, flowy dress hugged and accentuated your breasts and hips, managed to make Hinata develop a blinding crush on you (much to his dismay).
Thankfully, over time, Hinata realized that while you were incredibly beautiful and kind, he saw you as nothing more than a friend as well as the girlfriend of his best friend (although sometimes he would still find himself slightly jealous that Kageyama had managed to snatch you for himself).
Kageyama just pushed Hinata off of him and stood up.
“That’s the problem.” he whisper-shouted at the redhead. He didn’t want any of his teammates to notice you, you were his to view and his only.
“Ahhh…” Hinata nodded, knowing all too well of Kageyama’s possessive tendencies. A smug look came over his face as he hurried to catch up to Kageyama, who was walking towards you on the side of the court. “Your stingy side is showing Kageyama.”
Kageyama just rolled his eyes as he finally came to stand in front of you.
He smiled down at you, a light blush painting his face as he tried to regain his cool. He couldn’t help but get a little starstruck each time he saw you. You were so so stunning that he almost had to pinch himself to remind himself that this wasn’t a dream, that you were really his.
And the same went for you. To you, everything about Tobio was perfect and nothing had more rewarding to you than watching your fiance go from the awkward, stumbling 21-year-old he was when you had met him to the brilliant man that stood before you. Over the last 3 years, you’d had the honor of getting to watch your boyfriend truly flourish.
“Hey,” you said, grinning up at your boyfriend, careful to deny the urge to jump into his arms and hug his sweaty form.
He just grinned right back at you, his blush only growing as he fought his own urges to lean down and take a kiss from you.
“Hey,” he replied, “Thank you for coming, I know it must’ve been boring for you.”
“What?” you scoffed, your eyes widening at the ridiculous statement. “I love watching you play.” The genuine excitement in your voice made Kageyama blush even harder.
“Aww, what about me Y/N don’t tell me you were only focusing on stupid Kageyama!” Hinata whined, slinging one of his arms up and around your shoulders.
“Of course not, you did great Hinata” You complimented, knowing that Hinata was probably the only other player that you could complement without Tobio getting fussy.
Hinata picked your hand up, inspecting your engagement ring.
“Really is a shame you’re wasting your life on this idiot though.” he tutted, before giving you a quick kiss on the side of the head and running back onto the court.
“Ignore him.” Tobio scowled, earning a light giggled from you.
“You know I usually do.” You assured. “So, when will you be home?” you asked quietly, making sure that no one could possibly hear.
“Well I think the team wanted to go out tonight...so…”
You nodded, the whole team had been working so hard lately, they deserved some off time.
“Okay baby,” You smiled, “since you’re going out with friends, I might call my girlfriends up and have a night out myself.”
Kageyama nodded. He loved how easy going you were. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you.
“Be careful and have fun.”
“You too,” you said. He gave you one last love-filled glance before turning and going back onto the court, probably on his way to the locker rooms.
You turned and left, fishing your phone out to call your friends.
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The music at the club was loud, and the flashing lights were almost intense enough to give you a headache. It was also almost overwhelmingly hot in the club as well, which had led you and your friends to take a break. You all had decided to cool down, so you went and ordered a couple of rounds from the bar.
Seeing as you had been at the club for at least 30 minutes already (and did some pregaming before) you and your friends were a bit more than tipsy. Still, you didn’t have work tomorrow and Kageyama didn’t have practice so both of you were going to be able to sleep in as long as you like.
Right after you had put your order in with the bartender you looked towards the entrance of the club, your jaw hitting the floor in surprise.
“Oh my god…” you gasped, how unlucky was this?
“What?” your friend asked, her eyes trying to follow yours across the club.
“Look” you replied, pointing your finger towards the entrance where nearly all of the all-japan team members stood.
“Damnnn... “your friend gasped, “too bad you have a fiance bitch…”
You scoffed, pushing her into the side of the bar. Your eyes went straight back to the entrance, scanning the men as you looked for a familiar stoic face.
“You idiot! That is my fiance. That’s him and his team!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at your friend who just gaped at you.
“You never told me he had hot friends! I hate you!”
You just laughed. You really wanted to approach your fiance and greet him, but you also knew that without the distraction of practice, it was more likely for some of his other teammates to see you. So you settled with turning your back to the team, hoping that Hinata hadn’t seen you because you knew that if the rambunctious redhead caught sight of you, he would definitely approach you.
For the next couple of minutes, you tried to form a plan on how you could avoid the team, it was a fairly large club so you were pretty sure that it was possible for both of your groups to co-party without crossing paths.
Little to your knowledge, Hinata had already caught sight of you and snuck away from Kageyama and the team so he could greet you. He would tell Kageyama that you were at the club after he said hi to you, otherwise, Kageyama wouldn't allow him to draw any possible attention to you.
You were still trying to think of all of the possible problems with your plan whenever you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders. You quickly turned towards the arm with your fist raised, ready to put a handsy bastard in his place.
“Woah! Hey there!”
“Hinata!” you scowled. As soon as you saw him, all of your hope of having a stress free night disappeared. You wondered how he could be so reckless, how dare he blatantly walk up to you!
“Sorry!” He said smiling, his arm unhooking itself from around your body as he leaned against the bar, trying to kind of block you from the team. Despite what you and Kageyama thought, he wasn’t a complete idiot.
“It’s fine… it’s not like I was going to be able to avoid you anyways..” you sighed, resting your chin against your palm in a pout.
“Wait,” Hinata said, “you already knew that we were here? I thought I was doing you a favor by telling you.”
You smiled at the sweet sentiment, before nodding.
“Yeah, I saw you guys when you came in.”
Hinata nodded. Of course, you had noticed, you never failed to impress him with your observation skills. God knows that if you hadn't had good observation skills, you never would’ve realized that Kageyama was flirting with you when the two of you had met.
The bartender came back and set the screwdriver that you’d ordered in front of you. You nodded in thanks before taking a large sip.
“What’re you gonna do?” He asked, yanking the beverage away from you and stealing a bigger than polite gulp.
“We can avoid each other as long as I and my friends stay at the opposite side of the dancefloor and stuff.” You said, swatting at the back of his head as he went in for another drink.
“Ahh,” he said, taking two more gulps and finishing the drink. “Well, good luck!” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away from the bar, most likely to go back to his teammates before suspicions rose.
You simply flipped him off as he left, but before you could order a new drink, a new hand wrapped around your arm.
“Hey Y/N let’s go back to dancing!” Your friend said, trying to drag you to the dancefloor. You glanced towards Kageyama’s group, noticing that they had kind of dispersed, some of them staying at the side tables, others heading to the bar, and a few headed towards the dancefloor.
You decided that you liked those odds, and it was probably okay for you to relax a little.
You and your friends returned to dancing, trying to stay towards the middle of the floor. It might seem a little counterintuitive, but being in the middle of the dancefloor meant it was easier to blend in and become just another body in the mass.
At least something about this night was going right, the music the club was playing was probably the best mix you’d heard playing in there in the last couple of visits. Your group was having the times of their lives as you focused on having fun and moving to the music. You could feel the stresses of the week melting away with the music and alcohol when suddenly, a pair of electric blue eyes met yours.
You stopped moving, you couldn’t tell if your heart was beating because of the dancing or if it was the striking look of your fiance looking at you from across the club.
Kageyama must’ve gone home when you weren’t there and changed. He was dressed simply in a dark blue button-down and black slacks but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your spine as your body grew hot.
You could tell from the look on his handsome face that he wanted to approach you, but before he could take a step, one of his teammates, a man nearly as tall as Kageyama with bleached blonde hair, slapped him to the shoulder before starting to talk to him about something.
Kageyama broke eye contact with you, turning his face to talk to Atsumu. But neither his heart nor his mind was in the conversation as he couldn’t help but try and sneak glances back out across the club, searching for the figure of his fiance.
After only a couple of seconds of searching, his eyes found you once again and he had to stop himself from letting out a groan.
You were intentionally swinging your hips in the most inviting ways possible, making sure to give Kageyama a nice show. The security of him being across the club meant that you could behave like this and have it be completely within the rules. After all, none of his teammates were watching you dance, only him.
You could feel Tobio’s eyes on your ass as you swing your hips around to the song playing over the club. Since your back was facing your boyfriend, he wasn’t able to see the teasing smirk on your lips as you ground your hips in a circle.
Your body was heating up more and more by the second, you could almost feel his body beneath you as you drew circles with your hips, throwing your head slightly back and rolling it around, exposing the flesh of your neck for his viewing pleasure.
Kageyama was barely keeping a grip on himself as Atsumu continued to talk to him, the blonde had pulled Kageyama into a conversation with him and Kiyoomi, not knowing anything of the battle occurring between Kageyama and his beautiful girlfriend (whom the team still didn’t know existed).
He was having trouble focusing as you danced. He knew that you were acting this way just to tease him, and he also saw that purely by coincidence, you were wearing one of his favorite dresses. The way that the dark red dress hugged your figure was enough to drive him crazy. Even from his position across the club, he could see the way that your breasts and ass were on perfect display, as well as the soft bounce of your thighs as you continued to move.
His legs were twitching with the urge to go and shield you from everyone else in the club. He knew that you didn’t mind people watching you dance, but he did and he could already see several male glances glued to your body. But despite how much he hated all of those men staring at you, he couldn’t blame them. You were almost ethereal in the way that you commanded attention with your movements. Your confidence oozed out of you, attracting and drawing the attention of almost everyone within a 10-foot radius.
He almost growled as he saw you wink at him before shaking your ass at him, he knew that you were aware that he couldn’t approach you and obviously you were having great fun making him miserable.
He felt himself getting hard, and he knew that he needed to stop watching. Hopefully, if he stopped watching, you would stop dancing like that.
He shot one last glance your way, a glance that said ‘you’ll get your punishment later’ and made you clench your thighs.
You just laughed as he turned away. You knew that it was mean to act like this, but you just couldn't help it. Plus, no harm no foul.
“Y/N!” You head a shout behind you, turning to find Hinata. “Dance with me Y/N!” he asked his eyes like an excited child.
You only laughed in response, before stepping towards him and beginning to dance (much more innocently)
You and Shoyou danced for at least ten minutes, just having fun and laughing. Seeing as Kageyama rarely danced, you were grateful that he had such an energy-filled best friend. After a couple of more songs, you both decided that it was once again time for a drink break, and went to the bar together.
After demanding it of him, Hinata bought you a drink to make up for the one he had stolen earlier but as soon as the bartender set it down in front of Hinata, a hand popped out and stole it before you had the chance to claim it.
“So Shoyou, this is where you’ve been sneakin’ off all night?”
You glanced around Hinata to see the blonde that was talking to Kageyama earlier. Hinata gave a small awkward laugh, his eyes glancing to yours apologetically.
“Hey, Atusumu..”
“So….” Atsumu drawled, walking around Shoyou to get a better look at you, “this yer girlfriend Shoyou?” You could feel his eyes glancing down your body, causing your face to heat up and embarrassment begin to rear its ugly head.
Atsumu really was quite handsome, you thought. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered as he eyed you hungrily.
“Haha,” Hinata chuckled nervously, his hand resting itself protectively on your upper back. “No, just a friend.”
“Just a friend….whatta relief thought I was gonna have to steal your girl from ya…”
It was your turn to laugh nervously as Atsumu leaned across the bar to order a drink.
Atsumu was glad that you weren’t Shoyou’s girlfriend. Ever since the first time Hinata had snuck away from them, he had seen the redhead approach you, and ever since then, you had been caught in the crosshairs of his sight.
He couldn’t help but admire you from across the club, the way that your dress complimented your plush body was something that he’d been practically drooling over all night. He could only imagine how soft you were underneath the lovely material, he’d noticed the way that as you had walked to the bar with Hinata, the dress had slipped slightly up your thighs, exposing the supple curve of your legs.
With as flattering as the attention from the blonde setter, you knew that you needed to leave. Your plan to avoid the team had clearly failed and you had decided just to take the loss and call it a night.
“Well,” you said, stepping away from the bar to make your quick escape, “I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick.” It wasn’t completely a lie, you were actually going to go to the bathroom, you were just gonna leave the club right after.
“Promise to come right back?” Atsumu grinned, leaning slightly closer to you.
“How about this,” you drawled back, deciding that the best way to get him off your back at the moment would be to lie your ass off and promise to meet him later, “I’m here with my friend right now, I’m gonna make sure that she has a good time before I worry about myself, so, why don’t you try to find me in about an hour, then maybe you’ll have a chance.” You had leaned towards Atsumu as well until the two of you were only inches apart.
“Deal,” he said, his hands itching to attach to your waist, you were so close…
“See ya then” you smirked, throwing him a wink before sauntering off to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out the breath that you’d been holding.
‘Fuck’ you thought, ‘ Kageyama is not going to be happy.’
But it’s not like you had a choice. In fact, you thought that you had handled the situation pretty well. Hopefully, Atsumu would get drunk and forget about the whole ordeal.
Once you’d regained yourself, you pulled out your phone and called your friends to tell them that you were going to head home. They whined a little but eventually understood that you’d made up your mind.
Now all that was left was to sneak out without looking super unnatural.
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“Yeah, that’s her,” Atsumu said cockily to the table, causing Kageyama to clench his fists in an attempt to calm himself.
He couldn’t believe that he’d been so careless in letting you out of his sight. He couldn’t believe that he was so unlucky that his teammate made a move on you…..well….. He could believe that. With as enrapturing as you were, it was impossible for someone not to try and approach you. He was just unhappy that it had to be Atsumu.
The blonde had come sauntering back to the area that the team had been inhabiting and had begun to brag about the promise that you’d made him. Of course, at first, Kageyama hadn’t known that it was you who Miya was talking about, but soon Hinata had timidly whispered in his ear, just what the situation was. Kageyama couldn’t even be mad at Hinata, after all, he knew that the over-exuberant spiker couldn’t help it.
The team had only seen you briefly, you were walking into the crowd, trying to get to the exit. As soon as you had ducked into the mass of people, thankfully, none of them could see you leave the building.
After you’d disappeared, a couple of members of the team made comments on your body, congratulating or teasing Atsumu over what they deemed to be a hopeless endeavor, telling him that he didn’t stand a chance.
All of the comments made Kageyama livid, but at the same time, it made him feel totally victorious that he was the one who would get to go home to you later. He didn’t like the way that they were talking about you, and soon the possessive side of him couldn’t stand to stay and listen.
He and a couple of the guys went over to the bar and got a couple of drinks, all of them thankful to be away from the more rambunctious members of the team who were still either conversing at the table or springing around on the dancefloor.
As he sipped his drink, Kageyama couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to you. That dress was truly one of his favorites. The way that you looked in it never failed to distract him, and when he’d seen you in it earlier, he’d almost forgotten how to breathe.
He couldn’t wait to go home to you. He wondered if you had already showered and gone to bed yet, it was a shame that he wasn’t the one to strip that dress off of you, but he was hoping that you’d replaced it with one of his shirts, or even nothing at all.
He set his drink down. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he needed to see you, to hold you.
He passed back by the team on his way out, coming up with some lame excuse of feeling too tired to continue the night, getting teased by Bokuto that he was secretly taking someone home, which wasn’t completely off base.
As he walked out of the club into the cool night air, he thought of how you had been dancing earlier, the way that your eyes had flitted to his before you would expose your neck to him, or how you would drag your fingers down your sides, outlining your perfect shape for him as you danced.
‘ Fuck’ he thought, ‘I’m hard.’
He hailed a cab, eager to get home to you. Soon, he was opening the door to your apartment and walking inside. He quickly removed his shoes, eager to find you and wrap you in an embrace. But halfway down the hallway to your bedroom, he stopped.
“Fuuuuckkk….” he heard the high pitched moan drift out of the closed door, the sound going straight to his dick as he anticipated the sight awaiting him. Your moans continued to grace his ears as he slowly peeked in the door, avoiding making any noise so that he could watch you silently.
He found you with your back to him, kneeling on the bed as you pressed a vibrator against yourself. You had shed all of your clothes, leaving your skin bare to his eyes, every goosebump and shiver completely visible to his hungry gaze.
He silently approached you, working his belt off of his hips as he walked. When he got close enough to you, he cleared his throat appreciatively, his dick hardening when your head dropped back to look at him.
God, you looked so good for him. Your eyes were watering and from where he stood, he had the perfect view of your pretty tits as well as a view of the little pink toy vibrating against your already soaked pussy.
Suddenly, your mouth dropped open and another string of moans came out. Kageyama raised his hand to your cheek, his gentle fingers caressing your face, carefully pushing the sweaty wisps of hair that were sticking to your temples. His heart lurched as you looked up at him, your teary eyes filled with love. He looked right back down at you in adoration, not believing how lucky he was that he was yours.
“How long did you have to wait for me baby?” he asked his voice calm despite the furious blush gracing his face.
“....not long…” you whimpered, your insides twisting as your fiance slowly leaned down to join his lips with yours. You almost cried into the kiss, the warm feeling of his mouth against yours making the last couple of hours of torture completely worth it.
“You looked so sexy tonight baby.” Kageyama praised as he leaned away, allowing you to catch your breath after the searing kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed before running his hand down your body from your breasts to your naval before wrapping around your hand that was currently holding the vibrator.
He took the toy away from you, making you whine pathetically at the loss of contact.
“ Shhh… ” He hushed you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he stood up again. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, but first I want you to suck me for a bit” He unbuttoned his slacks before letting them drop to the floor.
Your eyes hungrily made their way across his powerful thighs, your mouth practically watering at the sight of the thick muscle that laid underneath his dark boxer briefs. You looked up at Kageyama, moaned lightly as he began to work on unbuttoning his shirt with his long, graceful fingers.
You wanted those fingers inside of you, you thought, keening at the mental image of getting stretched out by Tobio before he filled you with his cock.
You quickly sunk down to your knees and pulled his underwear down his thighs, biting your lower lip almost painfully as his hardening dick popped out. You drooled at the sight, Kageyama had to of had one of, if not the prettiest cocks in the world. The way that the hot appendage stood proudly, long and thick with a gorgeous vein running halfway up the length put art to shame. The slight upward curve made him fit perfectly in your hand, made it perfect for rocking into your fist as you got him off.
“ Please …” he whispered, and that was all it took for you to eagerly wrap your lips around his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.
“ Shit ,” Kageyama grunted, throwing his head back at the sudden sensation of the warmth of your mouth surrounding him. He threaded his fingers into your hair as he gently guided your head down onto his cock.
“You take me so good,” he mumbled, his praises going straight to your clit as you moaned out around his dick, your fingernails raking down the fronts of his thighs as you gripped onto the muscles.
You were slowly building your pace up, going from giving the tip of his cock small, hot licks, to taking him as far down your throat as you could muster.
Kageyama was putty beneath your fingertips, his whole body felt like it was on fire as you worked him just like he liked to be worked. He could feel himself starting to lose his control over himself as the overwhelming urge to fuck you silly started to creep up his spine.
“Fuck baby,” he breathed as you swallowed him into your throat again, relaxing around the thickness as best as you could, he knew that he was close, “ keep going, baby… .”
Your pussy only clenched harder at his encouraging words as you quickened your pace, trying desperately to make him cum. One of your hands left his thighs to lightly grip his balls, the light touch pushing him that much nearer to the ledge.
“ Ooh fuck….. Please….wanna cum in your pussy baby” he moaned, his fingers sweeping the hair across your forehead as he looked down at you with blown-out pupils.
All you had to do was nod before Kageyama pulled his cock out of your mouth and hoisted you up onto the bed. He leaned over you, claiming your lips in a searing embrace as he ran the tip of his cock against your pussy, making you moan at the feeling of his pulsing cock against your lips.
“ Please Tobio …” you begged, your legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to pull him inside of you.
After pumping his cock a couple of times in his hand, Kageyama lined himself up with your opening, before easing himself in.
All it took was feeling your tight walls wrapped around him for him to lose himself, his hot cum spurting into you as he buried his face into your neck, licking and sucking at the flesh as he gently rode out his high, careful not to thrust into you too hard seeing as you hadn’t been properly stretched.
“ Tobio ….” you breathed, the feeling of his seed inside of you making you yearn for him to breed you that much stronger. “ Please...fuck me Tobio… ”
“ Shhh… ” he soothed, trying to pull out of you as carefully as possible, groaning at the lewd squelch that your pussy made.
He crawled down your body until his face was level with your cunt, his fingers spreading the lips of your pussy apart as he inspected the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, groaning at the incredibly sexy display.
Timidly, his tongue poked out of his mouth and prodded at your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your lungs as your fists gripped the sheets underneath you.
Kageyama wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth as his fingers began to prepare you, scooping his cum up and fucking it back into you.
“So good for me baby…. You’re being so good for me aren’t you?”
“ Yes!” you cried, your hips trying to grind down onto the digits that were fucking into your dripping cunt far too slow for your liking. “Please give me your cock.”
Tobio decided to indulge you, crawling back up your body and realigning himself with you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” he groaned, his hips slowly pushing into you until he bottomed out.
You were being reduced to a whimpering mess with the feeling of being so completely full of your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his back, your chest pressing against his as he began to thrust into you with slow, calculated movements.
“ Please …” you sighed, your hips bucking desperately as you tried to coax him to go faster.
As Kageyama stared down at your blissed-out face, he could only thank god that you were his. After seeing how his teammates ogled over you, how much you were desired, he could help but feel like the luckiest man alive as he buried himself deeper into you, your walls clenching deliciously around him.
“ Fuck baby… . No one else can fuck you like this but me….” He groaned, his hips beginning to snap in and out of you a little bit faster.
You almost cried at the change in pace as you nodded and babbled out, “ yes, you fuck me so good, only you… ”
Tobio continued to thrust into you, whispering praises and compliments into your ear as he pounded into you, telling you how good you felt around him, how lucky he was to have you all to himself.
He could feel your end approaching as he reached down and began to circle your clit, taking the small bud between his thumb and index finger and rolling it, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
“Fuck! Tobio!” you cried, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “...m’ gonna cum…”
Kageyama’s head rested in the crook of his neck as his thrust quickened even further, he could feel his second high rising within him as well.
With a few more thrusts of his hips, he had you crying as you came on his cock, milking his second load of the night into you.
Kageyama stayed inside of you even after you both came down from your highs. You keened in the feeling of being stuffed full of his cum, his cock acting as a stopper to keep any of it from leaking out.
If you had your way, he would never pull out, you would never have to let go of this full feeling.
“Wanna stay in you forever.” He mumbled against your skin, his cock twitching as small aftershocks rocked through your pussy, surprising him with small squeezes every few seconds.
“Ok.” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him happily.
He let himself indulge for a few minutes before deciding that he wanted to inspect his work, he went back down to be eye level with your pussy, once again groaning at the sight of his cum along with your juices seeping out of your puffy hole.
“ No please. .” you gasped in surprise as his fingers started shoveling the cum back into your hole, pressing against the spongey texture of your g-spot with every thrust.
“Come on baby….” he encouraged, his fingers going from 0 to 100 as he mercilessly finger fucked you. “Give me one more orgasm, K?”
You nodded, there were tears in your eyes and your thighs were twitching as the sting of overstimulation took over your pussy. You knew that Kageyama would never push you too far, you knew that he only wanted to make you feel good.
Your second orgasm took you by surprise, the high ripping through your body as you began to convulse against your fiance’s fingers.
“Tobio!” you squealed, your hands flying down to his wrists, trying to stop the digits from continuing to fuck you through your high, you could feel yourself creaming all over the sheets and his teeth bit into your thighs.
“ Good girl ….” he growled as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, lapping up your juices as your body went limp against the bed. He pulled away, his chin glistening with your cum as he smiled adoringly down at you.
After a moment’s rest, he climbed off of the bed, leaning over and lifting you into his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on top of the counter before retreating to the shower to turn it on.
When he returned to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying the feeling of your plush, orgasm-rocked body against him.
“You did so well for me…..” he whispered into your skin, “I love you so much…”
You mewled at his words, your nose nestling against his hair as your own arms returned the gesture of wrapping around him.
Once the shower warmed up, he put both of you under the steady flow, the hot droplets relaxing you as you melted back against his chest while he contently washed your body.
Tobio looked down at you.
“You know all of my teammates wanted to take you home tonight…”
You hummed in response, only half-listening to your fiance as you continued to bask in your post-orgasm glow.
“I almost had to tell that you belong to me,” he continued, running his fingers across your body, lathering soap against your skin.
You hummed again.
“Tell me who you belong to baby,” he whispered, turning you around in his arms.
You looked up at him with a sweet smile on your face, your fingers coming up to thread through his soft wet hair. You leaned up and placed a sweet kiss against his jawline before resting your head into his chest, hearing the gentle thudding of his heartbeat.
“Tobio Kageyama,” you stated, “I am completely yours.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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I love ur fics ahhhh 😭💕 I saw ur requests were open so I couldn't resist. Can you do a Hanji x reader one shot where it's Hanji's and the reader's anniversary but Hanji ends up forgetting about the date they planned bc they're busy with their experiments and stuff. An argument ends up happening but Hanji feels guilty so she ends up forcing Erwin to let them have a day off where they have a date with their s/o. Maybe Levi and Erwin help too? Thank you sm sorry this is so specific!
HANGE NOOOO oml they would though
Anniversary
(Zoe Hange x Reader)
AU: Canon
Warnings: None
Category: Fluff
Summary: Too busy with work, Hange forgets about their three year anniversary, and an argument ensues. Upset about this, they gets Levi and Erwin’s help to make it up to their s/o.
Words: 2.4K
Beams of light shone through the window—blinds doing little to stop it. The sporadic rays of the sun warmed your skin, your body stirring you awake at the detection of sunlight.
You slowly open your eyes to say good morning to your lover, but you sighed in disappointment at the empty space next to you, a small dip in the bed where they always slept.
You sit up and look at the calendar. There it was, circled in bright red ink, March 7th. Your two year anniversary of dating the scientist.
You knew of their habits; staying up late working on experiments, and waking up extra early to begin again. You understood the importance of their work, but you couldn’t help but be saddened by their frequent absences. You wished, at the very least, they could find time in their day to spend with you, especially on your anniversary of all days.
You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the closet, ready to get dressed and face yet another long, busy day.
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You knocked on the door again—the third time since you had showed up to the commander’s door. After another moment of no response, you pushed the door open wordlessly, they wouldn’t care if you walked right in anyway. It was a privilege only their lover had; being able to walk in while they were working and talk to them. It was a small gesture of affection between the two of you, but a silent one. Still, you appreciated the gesture.
You stepped into the room, and the sight of Hange hunched over the desk and too dissolved in their work to notice you ignited a twinge of sympathy in you. A single, tall candle on the desk provided what little light there was in the room, and you wondered why they hadn’t even bothered to open the blinds. How long have they been awake?
“Hange?” You chirped quietly, and you saw the scientist jump at the sound of their name, turning to face you curiously. They smiled at you the second they recognized you, a satisfied hum leaving their lips. As soon as you had walked close enough to Hange’s desk, they snaked a hand around your neck, pulling you down to plant a soft kiss to your jawline, before returning their attention to the various papers on their desk.
“Good morning, love.” They greeted quietly, and the tiredness was evident in their voice—they made no attempt to hide it.
You blushed at the affectionate greeting, and made yourself comfortable, leaning against one of the many wooden bookshelves that lined the walls of their office.
“G’morning Hange.” You yawned. You thought out your next sentence carefully before you spoke it. “What are you doing up so early? We have a relaxing day ahead of us.”
Hange bore a confused look, turning to you in unfiltered curiosity. “We do?”
Now it was your turn to be confused. How did they not plan for the date the two of you had planned?
“Yeah...” You deadpanned. “We do.”
They made no verbal response, only exasperating their confused look as if to beckon a further explanation.
“Do you not realize what today is...?” You tilted to the side, perhaps testing the waters for a prank, or a temporary lapse in memory. You waited for their head to perk up and chirp out an affirmation about the date, but they did no such thing.
“...What today is?” They echoed, clearly not understanding what you were talking about.
You sighed annoyingly, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Our anniversary, Hange. It’s our anniversary.”
You watched their face sink in realization.
“That’s today...?” They asked meekly. It’s almost as if they could sense the incoming anger and frustration coming from you.
You groaned loudly, pulling your body away from the bookshelf and taking a few steps towards them. “Yes, Hange. It’s today.” Their face strained and they turned to look down at the stack of papers and materials on their desk, a look of ‘Oh shit’ being plastered all over their face.
“Geez, Hange!” You half shouted, causing your already exhausted partner to shrink further into their chair. “You bury yourself in your work so often, but I didn’t think you would forget our anniversary of all things! Am I seriously such a low priority to you?!”
They straightened their back suddenly, and you were reminded of how defensive they got when they felt their work was being insulted. “I have an important job, Y/N! I can’t forfeit everything to spend time with you, I have to keep working!”
You wanted nothing of their excuses, and you turned your back to them, balling up your fists as you headed towards the door, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
“Fine,” you shuddered, “If you want to spend our anniversary alone, then be my guest!”
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“Shit,” they paced back and forth on the wooden floor, subconsciously biting their fingernails out of stress. “Shit shit shit...”
Erwin raised an eyebrow at this, watching Hange with a stern, but amused expression. “Are you done?” His voice echoed in the small office.
“Well, four eyes,” Levi spoke, using his favorite nickname for them nonchalantly, “The first step would be to not yell at her.” He answered bluntly.
Hange threw their arms up in frustration. “Yeah, well it’s too late for that!” They grumbled. “I didn’t mean to yell at them... I was just...”
“Cranky?” Levi raised an eyebrow.
They glared at Levi with a relatively displeased expression. “You didn’t have to put it that way...”
A comfortable silence passed the room, and Hange continued to pace the room nervously as Erwin and Levi silently contemplated the estranged person’s query.
“If you really want to make it up to them,” Levi piped up once again, drawing the scientist’s attention away from their thoughts and towards the black haired man sat on the table in front of them. “Then I may have an idea.”
“YES!” Hange shouted, perhaps a little too loud as the two men in the room cringed. “Uh, I mean...” They cleared their throat. “What is it, Levi?”
“Well, first, Erwin.” Levi turned his head to face the blonde man, and Erwin matched his gaze intently. “You’re going to need to give Hange the day off, first.”
Erwin turned his head to the side, folding his arms and sighing, “Use it responsibly.”
“Thank you Erwin!” They flung their arms around the man’s broad shoulders, squeezing him happily in a hug.
They let go after a few seconds, turning to face Levi with and excited expression. “What now Levi?!”
“First,” he deadpanned, “Take a nap. You look miserable.”
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You strode down the hallways of the barracks, a stern expression still planted on your face from the day’s earlier events.
You decided to play it just like Hange, so you deliberately avoided them in hopes to get them to understand. Was it petty? A little bit. Were you just petty enough to do it anyway? Yeah.
Still, when Erwin pulled you aside out of nowhere and said he needed you urgently, you couldn’t disobey your superior. Not that you had any indication this had to do with Hange, anyway.
“Y/N.” He spoke, boring a serious expression, despite the wildly unprofessional nature of the meeting. “You’re needed somewhere.”
“Wha...” You stumbled over your words for a moment, before asking the first question that came to mind. “Me? Why not someone else?”
He dodged the question effortlessly, continuing right where he left off. “It has to be you. And you have to go alone.” He slid a paper across your desk, but you hesitated to pick it up so quickly.
“Just go to the location I’ve marked here.” He uncrossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, signifying that he had finished speaking. “You’ll understand when you get there. Go.”
You nodded fiercely, saluting him before you turned to leave, picking up the paper as you went.
“And Y/N?” You turned to face him. “Take off your ODM gear. Wear something formal.
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You went to the location Erwin had specified, and you were only left with more confusion. You had put on something somewhat nice, with a white button up shirt, black dress pants, and shiny black dress shoes. Still, their was no sign of any sort of “mission” that Erwin apparently needed from you.
You had found yourself in an open field, specifically the one behind the Scout regiment building. The tall grass swayed in the wind, and you noted the fact that the usual soldiers sparring in the fields were strangely absent.
But, as the sun began to set, a small light peered it’s way into your vision. You squinted, focuses your eyes on what appeared to be... a candle...?
You stuffed the map into your back pocket carelessly, speed-walking to the light out of curiosity.
You made it towards the source of the light, and it was, indeed, a candle. Of course, there was more than that. It was set on a small circular table draped in a white tablecloth, one chair on either side of it. Two empty wine glasses as well as a few pairs of utensils on each side.
You studied the sight curiously, and you pulled out a chair without thinking. As soon as you did though, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and squeak out in surprise.
You heard a hearty chuckle behind you, and you turned to face the source of the noise, but your eyes widened in surprise at the sight.
Hange stood tall in a jet black suit, smiling down at you warmly. They had their hair tied in a ponytail, and had ditched their work goggles for more formal rectangular glasses. “Sorry, Y/N.” They rubbed the back of their neck nervously. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You took a step back, shamelessly eyeing down Hange’s attire, a pink blush creeping up on your cheeks. You meant to stay angry, but you honestly had forgotten all of your gripes upon seeing Hange dressed in such a nice outfit.
“Hange?” You sputtered, trying to hide your fluster. “What’s going on?”
They walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down to sit in one of the chairs.
“I felt a little bad about forgetting our anniversary,” They chuckled nervously, “So I set this up!” They smiled proudly.
“A candlelit dinner?” You mused, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “How original.” Despite your outwardly unamused reaction, you were pleasantly surprised with the display of affection.
They sat down across from you, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.
“It’s well thought out.” You raised an eyebrow in doubt. “For the time we had...” They smiled nervously.
“I’m sure.” You chuckled. You relaxed into your chair before holding up your empty wine glass. “Did you bring anything other than empty dishes?”
Hange nodded quickly, reaching down under their table to grab something, and you quickly realized that it was the neck of a wine bottle. They popped the cork effortlessly, and poured the two of you a glass each.
You took a sip from your glass, the taste of alcohol relaxing you further into your environment.
Hange put two of theirs fingers in the their mouth and whistled loudly, causing you to wince and cover you ears.
“What was that??” You sputtered.
“Just calling over the cook.”
You nodded, taking another long sip from your wine glass. The suddenness of the situation died down, and you peered up at Hange, who seemed to be staring at you nervously. They seemed to be trying to gauge your reaction, but you weren’t giving them anything to work with, so you decided to start speaking.
“You went out of your way to do this?” You sighed, staring at them curiously.
“Yeah...” They trailed off, “I had to make it up y’know. It really wasn’t my intention to ignore you...”
They looked back up at you, and you tilted your head, prompting them to continue.
“I got consumed in my work, and completely forgot about something so important to you. It’s my mistake.” They bowed their head in apology. “So I set this up. I even got Erwin and Levi to help. I just wanted to make it up to you. I just wanted...” They looked to the side with a blush on their face. “...to make you happy.”
You smiled softly at them, understanding their apology.
“It’s fine, Hange.” You laughed out loud, causing Hange to blush at your beautiful face in the candlelight. “I forgive you.”
They smiled, relief washing over her face as the weight lifted off of their shoulders. “Thank god...” They muttered, leaning back in their chair. “I was afraid I fucked up...” They giggled.
Their face in the yellow hue of the candle make them look ethereal, and you couldn’t help your heart from fluttering as the overwhelming urge to kiss them overtook you.
You peered up through shy eyes and met their bright ones. You didn’t explain at all, but they seemed to understand as you scooted your chair closer and leaned forward. They leaned towards you as well, as your lips connected delicately. You felt their hands go up to cup your cheeks gently as you rested your own hands on the table.
You stayed like that, silently enjoying the moment for what felt like ages, until you heard a small sound to your side.
“Ahem,” The noise startled you to lean back a little bit, and Hange did the same. A man, donned in a formal outfit holding a tray of luxurious looking food.
“Ah, sorry, sorry...” Hange trailed over, slinking back into their chair quickly, their demeanor and posture not at all aligning with the formal connotations of their attire and the setting before them. You had straightened in your chair almost immediately, blushing at the fact that someone had witnessed you sharing a somewhat intimate moment with Hange.
The waiter said nothing, only rolling his eyes as he set the tray down upon the table, before turning around to walk away silently.
You scooped some food onto your plate, watching admirably as Hange did the same. Once they had finished, they turned their head up to meet your gaze before smiling.
“Happy anniversary, love.”
This feels bad but oh well lol.
Also sorry this took so long lol I’ve been busy :|
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Omg I just read lovestruck teenagers. Please do a part 2 with a happy ending 😩✋🏻 only if you’d like, ofc
Sure thing! So I wrote this at 2am-4am and I have pretty weird ideas when during these hours, so there may be some random things in this part 2 as well as spelling errors.
But I am to believe it came out decently.
Part One is located here
So here it is
I'll Love You Forever (Draco Malfoy X Reader)
Sort of Angst in the beginning but it turns into a happy ending
Warnings: Embarrassing mother
Word Count: 2300+ words
Bold = Flashbacks
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You were a wreck, your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks were tear-stained and you had dark circles under your eyes. You were still trying to get over your relationship with him, your first love. You’re only love, you thought. You shook your head, you’ll find someone else, you tried to convince yourself.
You looked at the large window of your bedroom and saw some birds sitting in a tree, the tree Draco would climb in order to sneak into your bedroom when you two were together. You closed your eyes and let the tears cascade down your face.
It was a late night of the summer before your 4th year and you were sketching away in the sketchbook that your boyfriend had given you for your birthday. You were drawing a picture of both him and you getting married. You may be young but you loved him and wanted to be with him forever. You heard something knock on the large window of your window, so you put down your sketchbook and got off your bed before walking towards your window, you carefully opened the curtains and were met with your boyfriend sitting on the large branch of the tree outside your window. You quickly opened your window, “Draco! What are you doing here?” You whispered at him.
“I came to see you obviously.” He said with a large grin on his face, you stared at him. You were so young and hopelessly in love with him.
“Well are you gonna let me in or????” He asked.
“Oh yeah!” You said as you snapped out of your loving trance before you helped him through your window.
You two stayed up late that night, talking and sneaking small pecks on the lips. As you grew tired you both went to your bed and snuggled, you both drifting away into a comfortable sleep.
He left early that morning, before your mother would come to wake you up. As he left your missed the heat he carried with him.
You still loved him and you hated it. Even though you promised him you’ll love him forever, you were loyal to the promise you made him and you hated it.
If things were different, you’d still be together.
It’s been over a month since you two split up, you thought it’d be easier this way. But you were wrong. Your heart ached for his love, your skin craved his touch, and your lips missed the way his tongue would dance across your bottom lip.
You were returning to Hogwarts in less than a week and you were worried. You were scared of how things would be, without Draco being yours. But was he yours in the first place?, you thought. When you both were still together at Hogwarts, you barely saw him during school hours. You’d have to sneak out of your dorms and meet in secret locations just to snog or have a simple conversation. And when you would steal a glance towards him in the Great Hall, Pansy and Astoria would hit on him and he wouldn’t even try not to flirt back. Secret relationship or not, he still had a girlfriend.
You turned away from the window and headed towards your closet being obligated because you were going to Diagon Alley so you had to change out of your Scooby-Doo pajama bottoms and Metallica T-shirt, you sighed as your fingers trailed down the clothes hanging on the hangers. Your fingers abruptly stopped as you reached the thin material of a dress. More specifically the dress you wore on your first date with him.
You were a nervous wreck, it was a warm summer evening and you were gifted with a date of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You were anxious, he asked you out and you were absolutely scared that this was some prank as you were a half-blood hufflepuff. But you had the biggest crush on the blonde slytherin.
Draco saw you as you paced up and the small path of the small park, he smiled at the sight of you. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You were wearing a knee-length flowy red dress that was decorated in yellow and orange flowers, your hair was curled at the ends, you finished the look off with white sandals. You looked gorgeous.
The young Malfoy walked up to you, “Hello Y/N, you look really pretty.”
You looked at him with your mouth hanging open, was Draco Malfoy complimenting you? You thought in disbelief.
“You look pretty too,” You said without thinking while blushing,”No not pretty...I’m not saying that you don’t look good, because believe me you always look good..Hot even...Shit...I mean that you look the male version of pretty...What’s the word?.....Oh yeah Handsome!” You rambled before looking down at your feet blushing red in embarrassment.
Draco smiled as you rambled, he thought it was cute. “I’m sorry for my rambling.” You said still looking at your feet.
“No need to apologize, it was cute.” He said as he grabbed your hand, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he slid his hand into yours before leading you down the small park path.
You didn’t mean for these new tears to stream down your red puffy cheeks, you quickly collapsed to your knees as you sobbed. Your mother was down cooking breakfast downstairs and all she could hear was your muffled cries through the ceiling, your mother quickly shut off the stove and moved the eggs onto a different burner, before heading up to your room.
Your mother entered your room and found you in your closet, your arms were wrapped around your knees as your head rested in between them. Your mother rushed over to you as she heard your muffled cries, she enveloped you into a warm embrace. She ran her fingers through your hair as she rubbed small circles on your back. “Shhh, it’s okay, let it out.”
You sobbed into her chest as she cradled you back and forth, “It hurts, mom, it hurts!” You sobbed. Your mother was the only one who knew of your secret relationship with the young Malfoy. She was accepting of it, she understood. “I know, it’s supposed to hurt.” She said as she planted a kiss against your forehead.
After an hour of you sobbing, your tears had ended, and you sat in a comfortable silence with your mother. “Do you want to talk about it?” You mom asked. You nodded silently.
You let out a sigh as you began to tell her,”Every single day I’m reminded of him, the sun reminds me of how he rubbed sun lotion on my back one time at the beach, or whenever I see that tree outside my window, it reminds me of all the times he sneak in my room-”
“He did what now?!” Your mom interrupted.
“Mom it’s not important, it’s not gonna happen again and besides that we never got intimate, we only would talk and cuddle.” You said, dismissing your mother’s thoughts from her head.
“So can you tell me why you're crying in your closet?” Your mom asked.
“I saw that,” you said as you pointed to the dress,”I wore that on my first date with Draco it brought up some memories.”
Your mom rubbed your back, “It seems like you're not over him.”
You let out a sad laugh,”I’m not and I hate it. I am still in love with him and it hurts knowing that even if we were still together, we wouldn’t last.”
“And why not?” Your mother asked.
You let out a sharp breath,”Isn’t it obvious?” You asked,”Society. Who would ever accept a Pure-blood Slytherin and a Half-Blood hufflepuff?”
“I accepted you both,” Your mother said.
“You had to, you're my mother. You're not today’s society! Today’s society is so uptight and ruthless, they’d ruin you in a moment’s time!” You exclaimed.
Your mother turned to look at you, she grabbed a hold of your shoulders and looked directly in your eyes. “Fuck Society.” She started, your eyes widened as you heard her swear, “Since when did you become one to listen to the rules? This society needs a challenge, you need to challenge them. You need to show them that you’re in charge, show what you want. Do what you want. Fuck Society, you are Y/N L/N, and you are in love and you won’t let anything get your way.” Your mom always had a way with pep talks.
You sniffed, your eyes couldn’t help but water at your mother’s words. “Thank you mom, I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
Your mom looked at you as if you grew two heads,”What do you mean ‘next time’?!”
“My next relationship, I knows it gonna take a while to get over Draco but when I do-”
“NUH UH!” Your mother interrupted you,”You are in love with Draco, you never stopped loving him! You are gonna go up to him and take what you want!”
“A large gallon of chocolate ice cream?” You joked. Your mom gave you an unamused look.
“Okay, Okay” You said,”I’ll tell him when we go back to Hogwarts.”
Your mom stood up,”No you don’t young lady, you going to tell him today.”
“What do you mean?” You asked as you got up from the carpeted flooring of your closet.
“You are gonna tell him today, at Diagon Alley.” Your mother replied.
“Mom, we don’t even know if he’d be there?” In the process of talking you had a thought that seemed so your mother,”Mom, don’t tell me you’ve been stalking the Malfoys”
Your mom laughed and you really thought she wasn’t stalking the Malfoys until she opened her mouth,”A great witch never tells her secrets.” And it was enough for you to facepalm. Your mother was much worse than a teenage fangirl stalking a celebrity they were so in love with.
“Now here’s the plan, you go get all dolled up as I finish up breakfast and go get something quickly.” She ordered. You nodded and went into your bathroom to take a shower as your mother went downstairs to finish up breakfast as well as gather her equipment. As you got out of the shower you quickly changed into a low-cut blue shirt paired with a pair of ripped jeans. You quickly braided your hair and put some makeup on to cover your eye bags.
You ran downstairs and found some scrambled eggs and bacon set in front of your seat, you quickly ate as your mother walked into the kitchen. “Careful there Y/N, we don’t want you to choke on it,” she warned before she opened up her mouth again,”That’s what she said.”
You snorted at your mother’s joke, she was something that you couldn’t explain. You quickly ate your breakfast and met your mother by the door. “You ready, hun?” Your mother asked. You nodded and you both arraparted at Diagon Alley. The place was packed full of people and you began to lose hope in finding him, your Draco.
“Mom, we’ll never find him with this many people here!” You complained. Your mom smiled wickedly before reaching into her purse before pulling out a sling-shot and a bag of small rocks. “Mom, what are you doing?” You asked. She held the sling-shot towards you. “I present to you, The Malfoy Finder 2000!” Your mom exclaimed as she put a rock and began to aim the slingshot at a blonde.
“Mom, no!” You hissed but it was too late, the rock was already flying towards the blonde, it hit them directly in the middle of the back of the head. They groaned in pain, “Nope, not a Malfoy.” She declared before aiming the slingshot towards another blonde and hit them in the back of the head as well. “My father will hear about this, whoever threw a rock at me!” He yelled.
“Found him!” Your mother chirped with a giddy grin as she turned to you,”Now go kiss your man, but no groping.”
You took a deep breath and jogged towards the love of your life, “Draco!” You called as you ran towards him. He turned to you and his mouth dropped. He looked rough, bags under his eyes, his cheeks were stained with the leftover trail of tears. You ran up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his expensive suit and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
“WOOOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” Your mother cheered, causing you two to pull apart from your kiss. As pulled apart, you shot a glare towards your mother. She just shrugged and replied with,”What? Can a mother not fangirl?!” You laughed at her antics, you sure did love your mother.
“Y/N, I thought we were over.” Draco said, sadly.
“We were, but then I realized I was in love with you. I couldn’t give you up, you’re the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me”, You started as your eyes started to brim with tears,”Everyday I was reminded of you, the sun, the tree outside of my window, and even the dress from our first date. I thought that if we’d split up, it’d be easier. But I was wrong. I broke up with you because I was scared of society, but my mother helped me realize that society is just one fucked up dick. I shouldn’t be afraid of what society thinks, I shouldn’t let society get to my head. What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry and I love you. I hope you can forgive me.”
You stood there for what seemed like hours as you waited for Draco to respond. “Draco?” You asked in a small voice, afraid of rejection. As you called out his name Draco came to his senses and smashed his lips against yours. Your mother had tears running down her face as she saw her baby girl kiss the man she loved.
Draco pulled away from the kiss and looked at you with his loving eyes as he whispered those 4 little words that made your heart soar, “I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”
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Game Night Confession- Part 2
Summary: You’ve confessed your feelings for Kai to Elena in the closet during 7 Minutes in Heaven. Little to your knowledge, Kai popped in and listened to your deep secret. The next day, things get a little spicy.
Word Count: 1,342
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst
Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader
You spit lemonade out of your mouth and start coughing. "I- I'm sorry, what?" quickly dabbing your chin with a napkin you turn to face Kai who looked non-chalant as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
"Well isn't irrevocably a big word?"
"Yes, uhh, it is." You furrowed your eyebrows together, surprised at such a weird question. Then it dawned on you- last night in the closet. The embarrassment that had flooded you quickly grew into irritation in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Elena. She must have told Kai what I said- there's no way he could have known otherwise. You hurriedly waved down the waitress for your ticket and before long you were up and leaving the table. Pushing the Mystic Grill's door open, you see a strong hand take charge of the weight and slide up near your hand. It was impossible to not recognize Kai's familiar scent, you froze in the doorway to take a deep breath of it in. His voice gave you chills as he pretend cleared his throat, waiting for you to keep moving. With a shaky breath out, you continue walking, your hand dropping as you prayed that not everyone had just seen you freeze like a deer in headlights.
"Which way are we going?"
"What?" You were pulled out of the moment to his question.
"Aren't we going to find Elena and Damon doing whatever they said they were going to do?" Kai looked down at your stunned face with a playful smile.
"Yeah- yeah I think they went this way." You gave a weak smile back, stomach full of butterflies and knees that felt like Jello. Why did you feel disappointed when he mentioned them? Were you hoping for something else to happen? The both of you started to wander down the sidewalk, it was so hot out the sidewalk practically emanated heat waves.
"You know what I've always wanted to try?" Kai broke the silence.
You look up to Kai and hum in question. Kai always made you so glad in awkward moments because he wasn't afraid to just start a normal (or what he thought was normal) conversation.
"I've always wanted to jump on a trampoline." he pursed his lips and nodded semi-seriously.
"Wait- you've seriously never jumped on a trampoline before?" your eyes sparkle at the image of him jumping on one for the first time.
"Nope." Kai's hand slipped into yours, his eyes remaining forward as if he didn't even recognize the action of holding your hand. Full blown panicking in your mind, you do the only you could think of. You embrace his hand in return, drawing a little smirk from Kai. Your chest tightened, you could almost scream and Kai was no doubt listening to your heart bouncing off the confinements of your rib cage, doing a little drum solo not so unlike Animal's from the Muppets. A little light bulb came on, despite the utter chaotic panic in your mind.
“We could go to my house.”
“Oh?” Kai stopped the both of you walking, still holding your hand as he turned your body to face his.
Blushing you hurried, “Yeah, I have a trampoline at my house.”
A cheek to cheek smile bloomed on his face, “Let’s go!”
What just happened. Are we seriously going over to my house right now? If anyone were to tell you that morning that you would be jumping on a trampoline with Malachai Parker today, you would have laughed in their face. Today was the mafia lord of unexpected things. When you finally arrived at your backyard you let go of Kai’s hand to pull out the old wooden staircase to climb up. Your dad had built the staircase for you as a little girl to climb up and you didn’t quite have the heart to get rid of the thing. Your heart twinged with regret, missing the feel of his hand already. Climbing onto the trampoline first you turn and help Kai up. You held his arms like a person would hold a child’s arms when they first get onto the trampoline. His face was even beaming like a child’s, pure joy radiating from him as he watched his feet bounce up and down.
“Okay, now jump with me.” you smiled, staring into his eyes.
Kai’s grip on your forearms tightened, a grin of pure enjoyment on his face which sent butterflies racing into your stomach.
“I love this so much,” Kai drew in a breath, “I didn’t think that a trampoline would be this exciting.”
And I love you. God- if only you could mind read this would be so much easier to say.
“You wanna do a little trick?” Your eyes glinted with excitement.
Kai’s eyes sparked with anticipation and curiosity as he nodded his head quickly.
“Alright, I’m going to let go of you and you just keep bouncing.” You let go slowly and looked to him making sure he was still balanced. You bounced twice in sync with him before pausing slightly and digging your feet into the mesh. Kai’s eyes widened in surprise as he flew into the air high above you.
“Waaagh!” He yelled, falling down onto his ass with a big laugh. “That was awesome!”
You allowed yourself to collapse by him, laying down on your back to catch your breath. Kai plopped back and stared up at the clouds littering the sky on the perfect baby-blue summer day. With a content hum you turn and gaze at his perfect face, a remnant of a smile still visible. He shifted his thoughtful stare into the clouds to look at you. A grin made crinkles near his eyes as his hand slowly wandered up and started playing with your hair that was splayed across the trampoline surface. He twirled strands in his fingers, the silver rings glinting in the sunlight. You were so mesmerizing to him that he could lay there forever with you.
“Y/N-”
“Hmm?” you replied, loving the sound of your name coming from his mouth. It was so enchanting how he said it, like a whole new beautiful noise.
“You are so pretty.” he breathed out.
A blush spread across your face furiously as if you had suddenly become as hot as the sun itself. Kai’s eyebrows furrowed closer together as he studied your face and continued.
“So I know confessions are a thing that people apparently like to do, and I have to tell you-”
“What?” you prodded him on.
“I think I’m in love with you. I don’t fully understand all these emotions quite yet but this one- the one I have when I’m with you- is just insane,” he added with a chuckle, “And I should know.”
“Kai I- are you- are you being for real right now? You’re not picking on me or joking?”
“Yes I’m ‘being real’ Y/N, I wouldn’t pick on you about this.”
“Why are you saying this just now?” you sat up to lean on your elbow, quite curious as to how this whole thing may have started. Maybe last night? Elena?
Kai followed your action and sat up, tracing lazy circles with his finger on the mesh.
“I know what you said last night,”
Damn it. I knew it.
“-and it scared me but it made me feel- I don’t know- like I was having some form of a heart attack but it made me feel alive and, happy?” he tilted his head and fixed his eyes to yours. “Do you know the feeling?”
“Yeah- yeah I do, Kai.” your breath became shallow as Kai brought his hand up to fix your hair. Seizing the moment you lean forward and plant a sweet as a cherry kiss on his lips. Pulling back quickly you wait for his reaction, nervousness overtaking you. Kai paused, his eyes searching your face in wonder before he grasped the back of your head with one hand and pulled you close, his lips embracing yours into a sweet kiss. He rolled you onto your back and hovered over your body, never breaking the kiss. When you finally came up for air, Kai had moved his left arm by your head to brace himself. His smell overwhelmed you, sending you into a drunken haze. Your floral scent absolutely sent him over the edge, past the point of no return. There was no going back to being friends after this, your fingers traced his jaw line and you whispered,
“You are amazing and I am so hopelessly in love with you.”
“And irrevocably?” Kai grinned cheekily.
You leaned up and pecked his lips, ‘irrevocably.”
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THE SETTER'S HELP | EPILOGUE — FINALLY GOOD ENOUGH
PAIRING: Kageyama Tobio x Volleyball Player! Reader
SYNOPSIS: With a big game coming up, the confidence in your setting has gone down significantly. Knowing the setter on the Karasuno boy’s volleyball club is good at what he does, you ask him for help. Will he help you build your confidence and skills or will he just tear it down more?
GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Some Crack | Angst | Hurt/Comfort
CHAPTER WARNINGS: public makeout ??? also- super short I'm so sorry
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WORD COUNT: 900+
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Ah, a refreshing breath, it was. The chilled breeze raising the hairs on your skin and the sweet smell of a fresh cut lawn entering your senses. The sound of birds singing to each other perks your ears and the soft, gentle touch of the pads of his fingers grazing your arm leaves a tingling trail atop your supple skin.
He lays beside you on the picnic blanket that sprawls across the dry crabgrass, his head held up by his palm that balances on it’s elbow, his hair casting a moving shadow on your face below him when the air drags the strands back and forth. His eyes were concentrated, fixating on the light that reflected off the different shades of your iris’.
“Tobio?” Your whisper flows into his hearing and his eyelashes flick back into focus when you softly call his name.
“Hm.”
His fingers are pulled your way the moment your hand takes his grasp, tugging them to the front of your vision. The hot trail of your skin against his creates a smirk barely visible on his lips. His head covers the sun, light shining around him as if he was glowing. You mean, maybe he was, but it was beautiful either way. Your fingers play with his while you nail your sight onto your actions to “distract” yourself from future embarrassment when you mutter: “I love you.”
You didn’t quite see it, as you were avoiding the look on his face, but you felt the atmosphere change once the words left your lips, his movements stuttering and a chopped breath hitching in his throat. You wince at the anticipation, grimacing when you expect rejection.
“You love me?” He asks with curiosity, disbelief. His head backed up a little, his indecisive, furrowed eyebrows scanning your flushed features. Your nod is hesitant and silent, almost regretful.
“Um,” you start, nervous, “yeah, I d—”
Woah. It was sweet, something you’d want to taste forever. When he slammed his lips on yours, a gasp left you, but now as you let him melt into you, nothing seemed to disrupt you. There was nothing around you— it was blank. You and he lay on the ground by yourselves in an empty space, your eyes closing simultaneously and your hands palming his face with a draw to pull him closer. He complies, leaning his body into yours from above, planting a hand on the other side of you to hold himself up. Your lips felt so magical against his, molding with each other perfectly as your heads tilt to make more room for the addicting taste. The moment your lips disconnected once, he didn’t hesitate to dip back in once more, needing to just relish in your gratifying lips another time.
Oh. You sound pretty, too. An audible breath runs from your throat, escaping your lips and diving straight into his mouth, where he swallows it with an inhale. How come he’s never experienced this before? Where have you been? And how come he’s never tasted anything like this before? He’s sure he’s addicted— he’s sure he’ll never be able to stop stealing this from you, siphoning the flavor and savoring it for the rest of his life.
You were sure you could say the same, by the way the sugary hint of his kiss forced you to take more. You were getting a little too comfortable on the picnic blanket, you notice, when his knee slots in between your legs. His body hovers above yours and his hair prickles your forehead before you mutter pauses into his mouth and you hold his shoulders to take his lips off yours.
Confusion leaked from his face when he looked at you from above, his head dipping to the side. “What is it? Oh,” he makes a face of realization, zapping himself up in a sitting position. You frantically shake your head while chasing his movements, tugging on the wrist that floats to the back of his neck with a raging blush on his cheeks.
“No, no, no, no, no, nothing like that, Tobi, I promise,” you smile. He looks down before returning it, a tiny smirk painting his lips. “It’s just that, you know, we’re in public…”
He looks around, the old, worn net that hangs off the rusted metal poles that stick up diagonally from the ground sticking out to him, and the empty bench on the other side of it catching his eye. “I don’t see anyone,” he justifies, turning back to you.
“Well, no, but we’re still ou— Tobio,” you giggle, running your fingers through his black locks when his lips smack onto your neck, tingles upon tingles fluttering around your nerves. You fall back, his chuckles creating hot pools on your neck when he falls with you. His lips eventually separate from your skin, unfortunately, but you didn’t dislike it when he wrapped his pinky with yours beside you.
“I love you too.” Your head whips to his side with surprise. He only mumbled it shyly, but you heard it just as loud as anything else.
He loves you.
You love him.
You were good enough for him. Good enough to have a place in his heart, good enough to always be at the front of his mind, good enough to talk to him, to touch him, to kiss him, to love him. It amazed you. You were finally good enough.
“Wanna practice a little bit? Shoyo won’t come today, says his sister needed help with something,” he continues, not paying any mind to your awed eyes. “Oh, by the way. Happy one year, Y/n.”
“Yeah,” you say, taking his hands when he offers to pull you up, walking to the right side of the net. A smile appeared on your face. “Happy one year.”
A/N: oh my god its finally over I'm so sad now- i wrote this fic bc I was insecure about my volleyball skills and I cannot believe its gotten to this point with whole ass chapters omg- i knew it was gonna be short, I never wanted it to be long, but wow. i really hope everything was tied in together well and that everything made sense yk bc if it didn't thats kind of embarrassing but wtv- i love you guys thank you for reading <3
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You forced this upon yourself😂 you forced this rambo simp.(and i dont mind)
Okay this may not be as good! But! Im giving you the liberty to take it where you want!(because i love your little details and how you express the feeling in your writing i- AH! Its great. I cant say it enough, it’s great. I mean it.)
How about Rambo finally getting enough courage to show The rancher around the tunnels, in a date sort of way!(they don’t know thats actually where he lives. Aka that photo i showed you before.) i really saw how the rancher was so happy to have him at their house, I’d love to see rambos side of scheduling a house tour and date type deal!! Maybe him even sitting and showing the rancher through all his old photos, and them just in awe because wow. He’s so much cooler than they even thought! He just so nervous and surprised seeing them so interested in him after all this time alone, and them just- in awe of him.
( i also really think it would be funny seeing rambo go through his friends house and seeing-“why the hell you have so many plants???” And just. Adorable assassin living with a wholesome and loving hardworking s/o)
Ah! Im sorry if that’s not as good!! But hey, you feel free to describe their antics and relationship as you will!!
I think I may have run a bit with this, but I hope you like it regardless!😊💛
I've Got Your Back, You've Got Mine.
John Rambo (Rambo IV/V) x reader
Warnings: mention of death, mention of war, mention of injury, mention of PTSD, mention of violence, (possible flash warning for gif?)
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The heavy knock on the door surprises me where I'm sitting, the sharp sound snapping me from my thoughts. Looking over at it from my position at the table, I frown and set down my spoon, standing to go answer, unsure of who it is: I'm not expecting anyone today. Colt looks up from his place on the floor, the dog just as curious as I am as to whom it may be, though he doesn't bark, so it must be someone we know. He watches me as I cross the room, going straight to the door.
Opening it, I'm somewhat surprised to see my neighbour, John, standing there, a tentative smile on his face as he looks me over appreciatively, his gaze drawing a blush to my face.
"Mornin' (Y/n)." He greets, rough voice friendly as he waits for me to let him in.
"Morning John." I smile back, delighted to see him, "What can I do for you?"
I step back, waiting for him to enter, which he does so with a nod of thanks.
"Since when have I needed a reason to see you?" The veteran chuckles, the sound reverberating within me, my brain subconsciously storing the action away for later recall. Gently, John moves into my space, one hand coming to lightly rest on my hips as the other cups my face, drawing me in for a slow kiss.
Kissing back, I feel a glow of happiness flare up in me at this contact: he's never really one to initiate touch like this, so it's a whole lot more intimate when he does. Relaxed, I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, languidly caressing his dark hair as our lips move together.
Being the killjoy he often loves to be, Colt pushes in between us, nosing at John's leg, tail wagging enthusiastically as he recognises the familiar man, the dog as fond of his company as I am. Chuckling, John and I pull apart, looking down at the large canine between us, the dark eyes staring up at us imploring us to pay attention to him. Still smiling, John lowers a hand to scratch Colt's head, ruffling his floppy ears a little as the dog instantly allows his mouth to hang open, tongue lolling in content.
"Hey, Colt." The veteran greets, biting back a laugh as the dog pushes me out of the way, nudging at John's stomach.
"He never gets that excited to see me." I complain jokingly, standing back to watch the two interact, a smile playing at my lips.
"Sure he does." John replies, eyes fixing on mine with an expression of fondness, one that had me weak at the knees.
"He really doesn't, he just sits in the corner and whines at me until I feed him. Isn't that right?" I address the dog himself, giving him a light slap on the rear, his ridiculous height meaning I can quite easily reach it, "Anyhow, did you need something? Or did you just come here to kiss me? I can't say I'll complain if that's the case."
Cheekily, I wink at the veteran, leaning back against a nearby counter.
"As nice as that sounds, it's not the reason I came by." He chuckles, blushing lightly, "Though that does sound good."
Grinning, I nod my agreement, only now taking in his body language: he's nervous. His hands fidget, rubbing his fingers over scars and lines on his palms, and he shifts from foot to foot every now and then, small tells he's never quite managed to hide from me.
"Is something up?" I ask him, slightly more serious this time, unnerved by his discomfort.
"No, no, not at all. I, err, well, I just wanted to ask you something." He rubs the back of his neck, head tilted to the side as he regards me, dark eyes fixed on mine.
"Ok, go for it." I prompt him, curiosity sparking my interest.
"Well, do you wanna come to mine? I mean properly, like in the house." John cocks his head to the side, lowering his arm again.
Blinking, I feel shock flood my system, before it turns to unbelievable happiness that he's trusting me enough to come into his private space. Initially, I can't find the right words, somehow struggling to respond, until I find my tongue again.
"I would love to, John." I agree, features lighting up as my mood brightens, "There's nothing I've really got to do today except train up one of the younger horses, so I've got as long as you want after that."
"Great. Is four o'clock alright?" The veteran smiles broadly, though he still looks somewhat nervous.
"Yeah, should be. I'll be there." I promise him, taking up my Stetson from the table as I briefly turn away to put away the plate I was using, having lost my appetite in my sudden excitement.
"I'll get it tidy." He says, looking around the room again, "I'll never understand why you have so many plants in your house. It's like a damn jungle."
At his comment, I laugh loudly, glancing around at the variety of different houseplants I have placed on various shelves, the greenery practically covering every available surface.
"Because it's way too dry to grow anything like this outside all the time. Anyway, they look nice." I shrug, calling Colt to my side as I follow John from the house, grabbing my jacket from the hook as I pass.
"But why so many?"
Once again, I shrug, following him over to a nearby post, where he's hitched Bandit, the horse I gave him a few months ago. The buckskin stallion paws at the ground, his pale coat looking as clean as ever even as he noses at the dust, the dark colouring around his eyes (the reason for his name) and legs standing out much more in the bright sun. As we approach, he looks up, snorting in greeting.
"He's looking good." I acknowledge, admiring the strong stallion appreciatively - I had reared Bandit from a foal, before I had given him to the veteran as a gift four months ago, hoping it will help him to grow his own ranch. My plan had worked, and John now has four horses, including Bandit, as well as a couple of other animals, such as a cow, a pig and five chickens. I'd sold him a couple of goats as well, but we soon found out that John and goats just didn't get along. At all.
"Yeah, he's doing well, too. Takes the training very well, too." John runs a hand through the stallion's dark mane, untying the reins.
"That's good. Reckon he'll be ready for a competition soon?"
"Should be."
Snorting again, Bandit pulls at the reins, clearly eager to get going, especially as Colt moves up to sniff at the horse's back legs. I quickly whistle him over, knowing Bandit has always been shifty around the dog.
"I'll see you at four then." I finally say, unwilling to say goodbye, even if it is only for a few hours.
"Yeah, see you then." John smiles, leaning in to kiss me again, keeping it brief this time, leaving me wishing for more, as he always does.
"See ya." I grin, watching him climb into the saddle, still somehow fluid in doing so despite his age.
Gathering the reins in hand, John adjusts himself in the saddle, before he smiles down at me again as he gently urges Bandit into motion. Obediently, the stallion moves into a swift trot, which turns into a faster canter as the two move off down the driveway, heading towards the split in the fence separating our land. I watch as they go, still finding myself enraptured by the sight of the muscular man sat astride the horse, Colt eventually snapping me from my mind as he barks at me. Shaking my head, I follow him towards the stable.
Hours later, having showered and cleaned up, I feel a sense of relief go through me as I hoist myself into the saddle secured into place on Leo's back. It's relaxing, the stallion beneath me more relaxed than the youngster I've been trying to train all day: she never gave me a break. Seemingly sensing this, as he always does, Leo flicks his ears back and nickers softly, very lightly pawing the ground as I give him a pat on the neck, glad to have a more reliable horse taking me where I need to be.
Tilting back my Stetson, I take the reins in hand and ease the stallion into a trot, intending to let him pick up his own pace, my trust in this horse far greater than in the mare from before. Obediently, Leo moves into the correct gait, the two of us moving as if as one, years of riding together having made it easy for us to become in tune with each other. Together, we start off down the road towards John's ranch, the new path we've created beaten and well-used, allowing for relatively easy riding. Leo's hooves pound the dry ground rhythmically, my hips moving in time with his every stride, the relaxing movement helping to calm the nerves that have sprung up inside me.
A part of me is still unconvinced about going into John's home. Yes, I had helped him rebuild it and had seen very little of the inside rooms, but it still feels as if I'm intruding upon the veteran's safe space, his reprieve from the cruelty of the world he lives in. Something about that doesn't sit right with me, but I tell myself it's John's decision to make, not mine, so I should trust him, which I do, wholeheartedly.
I'm still torn by the time I reach the main house, where John is already sat waiting for me in his rocking chair, dark eyes fixed on me as I approach. Lifting a hand to him, I smile and slow Leo to a halt, praising the horse as I climb down, the gray stallion nosing affectionately at me. Swiftly, I tie him to a nearby post, only to stop when John calls out to me.
"Put him in the stable for the night." He instructs me, gesturing for me to follow him as I try to fight back the sudden onslaught of racing thoughts at his implications: he wants me to stay the night?
"Sure, thanks." I smile back at him, walking after him with Leo in tow.
"Don't worry about it. It's not fair on him if he has to stay out all night." John waves me off with a short grin, "How'd training go?"
I groan.
"Not great. That horse has it in for me, I swear." I complain, rubbing at my arm, remembering the moment I got the new bruise forming there.
"Oh yeah?" He muses, looking amused.
"Yeah. She threw me off eight times!"
"Eight times? Wow, must be a new record." The veteran jokes, something that stirs up the familiar fondness inside me at his more personable behaviour.
"I reckon so. Painful one to set, though, I'll tell you." I remark, smiling broadly as we enter the stable, where I quickly house Leo next to Bandit, removing his tack and other gear.
"Must be." John watches me work, leaning against the door to the large building, muscular arms crossed over an equally muscular chest. Turning back to him, I have to stop and admire the bulging of his biceps as his hands grip his forearms, the veins I've come to love laying out a pattern on the tanned limbs. Everytime I see them, I imagine his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me safe and secure against his solid body, wishing I could feel his hands splayed against me more often.
"Like what you see?" John interrupts my thoughts, voice teasing as he lifts an eyebrow at me, almost smirking at me.
Blushing furiously, I avert my gaze, lifting a hand to gently tap the brim of my Stetson out of my vision.
"You know I do." I laugh nervously, before I look back up at him, "Anyway, since when do you use pickup lines?"
"Since I figured out they get you all flustered." His playful tone is new to me, though it's gone almost as soon as I see it, his guarded expression falling back into place as he returns within himself, probably thinking he overstepped some invisible boundary.
I still can't help stammering for a response, his gruff tone awakening something within me.
"Heh, I guess you're right." I stutter, going over to him.
Nodding, he keeps his expression straight, leading me out back to the house, where he quickly welcomes me inside.
"I tried to tidy it as much as possible, but it's still a bit messy." The veteran apologises, observing the interior of his home critically, even as I do so in awe.
The rooms, from what I can see, are mostly filled with sparse furniture, a few chairs here and there, an old sofa, a couple of vanities and dressers, with a mantlepiece in most, if not all, of them. He hasn't used much colour, but what he has used is tasteful and works well with the overall appearance. The walls, however, are what really draw me into the place.
They are littered with photographs and memorabilia, frames and objects cleaned and polished so they shine brightly in the afternoon sun, many smiling faces visible in them. Curious, I go over to one wall, looking over the array of pictures, which I now recognise to be images of John and his friends from the years he spent here. Amongst them is a creased black and white photo of a young John sat astride a horse not unlike Bandit, a broad grin on the boy's face as he stares at the camera from under a mop of thick black hair. I can feel a small smile creep onto my face at the sight of the veteran looking so happy and carefree, something I've not seen very much of at all in my time around him.
"That was my first horse, Hector. I had him until I left for the army." John says from behind me, sounding somewhat quiet, eyes softened from nostalgia as he stares at the picture along with me, "I loved him a lot, but my father always said he wasn't good enough."
His words hang in the air as I stay speechless, listening intently to what he's saying to me: it's the first I'm hearing about his life before he came here again.
"What happened to him? Hector, I mean." I ask him quietly, tearing my eyes away to look up at John.
The veteran shrugs, appearing somewhat remorseful.
"I'll never know, but I reckon my father sold him as soon as I was gone."
"Oh." I frown, glancing back at the photograph.
"The horse was getting old by that time, though. He probably wasn't much use." John chuckles wryly, moving away towards the stairs nearby, "Do you want to see upstairs?"
"Yeah, sure." I nod, following him as he ascends to the second floor, which I now see consists of three different rooms.
He takes me to the farthest, opening the door to reveal an old study, which looks as if it hasn't been used in a good few years.
"This was my father's study, where he did all his business. I was never allowed in here as a kid." John sweeps his arm around the room, staying by the threshold, as if abiding by a rule that no longer exists, "Not that I go in here that much as an adult."
I look around, finding the neat area interesting: images of a young John hovering by the door, waiting for his father to finish business entering my head.
"It's nice, I like it." I remark, turning to find him smiling very slightly at me.
"It's the only room in the house that's exactly as it used to be. I haven't had time to do up the others properly." John says, leaving the study and going back down the hall, where he opens the other two doors to reveal a bathroom and an empty room.
A dull curiosity flares up within me as I realise one thing about the top floor, but I easily find a solution to it, following John back down the stairs. As we go, however, I realise that my assumption is wrong, as the only other rooms down here are missing the one thing I'd expect in any house.
"Where do you sleep? I haven't seen a bed or anything anywhere." I ask him, cocking my head to the side as he takes me to one final door.
"I'm gonna show you." He smiles at me, before he opens the door.
I blink as I see the dark steps descending into the ground, unease biting at my throat as I flash John a hesitant look. A cool draft wafts up from the black depth, but John only chuckles and moves down into the space below, gesturing for me to follow.
"It's perfectly safe, don't worry." He calls to me, a light flickering on as he reaches the bottom of the steps, illuminating the path to me.
Swallowing, I gingerly step down the stairs, emerging into a tunnel of sorts, my curiosity piqued as I take in the chiselled walls around me, the rock cast in an odd light from the naked bulbs positioned along the length of the cavern. Struts of wood hold the ceiling steady, wiring hanging off of them in places where he's had to hastily put it all together. John watches as I take in the passage, a thoughtful look in place on his face.
"What is this place?" I wonder aloud, still taken aback by the oddity of having a tunnel beneath the house that stretches off in both directions.
"This is my safe space." The veteran informs me, urging me along with him as we go further into the tunnel, walking together for a minute before we emerge out into a larger room of sorts, which is well lit.
My eyes widen as I realise exactly what he means.
The room acts as his bedroom and bathroom, and also has space to sit and relax, the whole area having a homely feel to it. What was missing in the rooms in the house can be found down here, including more photographs, though these ones seem different to the others. They adorn the walls, all except one, which is decorated with a variety of weapons, both guns and knives. Going over to it, I look over the rifles and shotguns hooked onto the wall, struck speechless as I then turn my attention to a machete, the blade honed but chipped from use, seemingly out of place as it hangs beside another, smaller hunting knife.
Moving on, I regard the photographs, only now realising that they're military pictures, many of them containing images of a youthful John in fatigues and uniform. A smile creeps back onto my lips as I feel my eyes land on a particular image of a group of men, where I can see John standing amongst them, a triumphant grin on his face, long locks of dark hair held back by a strip of fabric around his head. The others also smile, though there's something bittersweet about the inscription at the corner of the photo: Baker Team, Vietnam. As I look past the other pictures, I notice that the team slowly dwindles, beaming faces becoming drawn and solemn, eventually just leaving two people behind. Beneath this image is another inscription: Baker Team Survivors.
"That was my team in 'Nam." John says suddenly, voice husky as he remembers the friends he had, "None of them made it back. Not really."
Eyes wide, I look back at him, taking in the distant look in his own eyes, the barely concealed grief still raw in his expression as he stares at the photographs. Noticing my gaze, John gestures for me to come sit on the edge of his bed with him, the veteran pulling another photograph from it's place on his bedside table. Doing so, I make sure I'm not touching him, but am close enough to reassure him, waiting patiently for him to start talking of his own accord, knowing that this is a sensitive subject for him.
After a moment, he starts, his voice low as he pulls me into his stories, taking me through suffocating jungles and blistering heats, through recon and rescue missions, through bloody gunfights and hellfire, through hours spent in torturous situations. He puts me in his shoes as he loses every single member of his team to the gruesome fight he should never have fought, the harrowing grief and pain of letting go of a comrade, someone who's supposed to be by your side for as long as the two of you can stay alive, laid bare for me to see and experience. And even as he moves on, back to familiar territory in the States, the fight never leaves him.
Facing harassment in what should be his safety and security, I can feel every bit of betrayal, of anger and grief that he felt as he is let down by his own country time after time, used again and again by the authorities to do their dirty work, only to be cast aside when it doesn't go their way, the old catchphrase he once lived by, "I've got your back, you've got mine" completely meaningless in this hollow life. His disgust in humanity is plain to me as he outlines his most recent forays into warfare, where the rage he felt is once again transferred to me, and I experience the violent need to take out the parasites in the world that destroy anything good that he did. It's as if I'm there with him, through everything, his description and memories so vivid they chill me to the core, keeping me hooked on his every word.
After a long while, he eventually trails off, and I realise there's a tear rolling down his cheek, his body shaking a little as he holds himself back. My heart breaking, I have to fight the urge to reach out and pull him into an embrace, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. I place my hand on his shoulder instead, rubbing the tight muscles soothingly until he looks up at me with the most heart-rending gaze I've ever seen in my life. At that point, my resolve breaks.
Carefully, I lean in and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling the veteran towards me. He goes willingly, sobs wracking his body as he wraps his own hands around me, burying his face into my neck, tears flowing freely now as he lets himself go, each pained sound agonising to hear. Tightening my grip, I lay back onto the bed, allowing him to press his body around me, holding me against his muscular form as I rub his back, whispering soothing things to him as his breathing starts to calm a little. It takes time, but eventually he starts to relax, body going limp as he lays in my arms, his larger form awkwardly wrapped around mine as he depresses his face into the crook of my neck.
I barely hear his broken voice as he whispers to me.
"Thank you."
Breathing in his familiar scent, I just mould myself closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as he does the same to my neck.
"I'm here for you, John. I'm here, and I'll never leave. Not as long as I live, I promise."
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Morning
MOVIE NOWHERE BOY
COUPLE PAUL X READER
RATING SMUT!!!!
I stood looking out the window seeing the dew across the grass and the clouds in the sky, the sky that strange colour before the sun rose but enough light that you could see. A little condensation on the inside of the window the little white paint slowly breaking off in little ways on the windowsill. My little box of guitar picks sat on one side on the other a small plant pot no bigger then tea cup with some dark dirt and a little yellow flower.
"Ummm paul. What are you doing up so early?" I heard her sweet voice smile her voice groggy and tried but still bubbly and sweet
"I can't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you" I told her turning away from the window closing the red curtains seeing the little room I had learnt to call my home.
I moved out of my dad's house he wanted to move away from the old place anyways, so I had got a little flat well I say flat it was a house someone divided up, I had the Downstairs and someone else lived upstairs I didn't know I rarely saw them honestly. My bedroom was nothing to shout about I had a double bed with soft white and red covers, a bedside table with a glass of water, the wardrobe built Into the wall, a chest of draws with my mirror, my comb and a few odds and ends scattered across the top a few boxers and socks leaking out the draws. But most importantly the most beautiful thing in my room...
Y/n, my sweet girlfriend. Laid in my bed wrapped up in the covers her sweet y/h/c hair matted and messy from tossing and turning in her sleep relaxed and loose from her usual sculpted curls. Her make up gone leaving her beautiful skin, pale lips and dark circles under her eyes. Her body was wrapped up so tight where she must have been cold, she saw me looking and sat up having a little strech keeping the covers around her waist as she wore only my white shirt that I usually had under my button downs using it as her nightie it falling slightly off her shoulder revealing bare skin from her Arm, shoulder and chest.
"You didn't, good morning" she cooed
"Good morning, what are you doing up so early?' I asked her going over and sitting on my bed hearing the springs creak as I did
"I missed you" she shurgs her shoulders playfully moving her head to one side with that adorable little smile "I got all lonesome without you" she giggled putting her knees up to her chest
"I'm sorry beautiful, I couldn't sleep is all. I didn't wanna bother you"
"It's okay, what are you thinking about?' she smiled moving down the bed and giving my nose a kiss "what's going on it that head"
"Just thinking"
"Your always thinking paul. You don't ever stop." She giggled "what are you thinking about?" She asks going back to lean against my headboard
"How beautiful you look in my bed."
"Awww your too sweet" she blushed
"You do. You really do y/n. I wish you could sleep in my bed every night"
"I'd like that too, maybe soon we could... Snuggle up every night and every morning" she giggled
"You- you'd really want to?"
"Of course I would, I love staying at yours" she giggled
"I love when you stay over too" I smiled giving her lips a little kiss "but if you want to then... I'd be happy for you to"
"Really?"
"Of course, y/n you stay here atleast four nights a week as it is. If you wanted to move in you'd be more than welcome" I smiled
"I'll think about it Mr" she giggled getting out of bed and giving my cheek a kiss she intentionally wiggled her butt as she walked my shirt barely concealing her from my eyes as she walked across the room and out the door to the rest of the apartment, I smiled looking at the mess she had made of my bed the pillows out of place, the covers a mess but I smiled you could almost see the indent in the old mattress where she always sleeps on this side when she wondered back she handed me a cup of tea and she sat back in bed with her own cup "what's the plan today?"
"I need a shower. Then tidy up, john's coming over got some stuff he needs to show me" I told her having a sip of tea
"Ummm" she hummed her fingers wrapped some delicately around the cup
"What's the ummm for?"
"That means we don't have time for cuddles this morning" she whined pulling a sad face at me
"You had cuddles. All night"
"But I'd like some more" she whines putting her tea down and opening her arms I smiled putting mine down to and giving her a hug she bundled up closely as snug as a bug with me I smiled and gave her a kiss before getting up leaving her all sad again
"I'm sorry beautiful, but I need my shower" I told her going to my draws getting some clothes for the day today
"Paul" she cooed making me turn to see her sat against the headboard my shirt hung low, the covers away from her, her knees pulled to her chest she smiled playfully at me with blush in her cheeks as she licked her lips looking at me and she opened her legs wide, my shirt doing nothing to conceal her, I couldn't help staring at her plump lips, her already engorged clit, her glistening pussy, her cute butt perched on my matress, I bit my lip hard feeling my shorts tighten just looking at her like that
"Ooh. I see." I smirked making sure my curtains where closed shutting the door to the rest of the apartment, I took a single specifically I put a spell on you. I know what that song does to her from the side throwing the paper on the dresser setting it on to spin and smirking crawling over ever with her "hummm my beautiful girl horny?" I whispered in her ear hearing the first beats of the song kick up she didn't even answer she just grabbed my face and pulled me to kiss her, I smirked kissing back adding a little tongue into the hot and heavy kiss till I pulled back winking at her before kissing down her jaw, then down her neck, down her chest feeling her breasts against me concealed by the shirt, I smirked wrapping my arms around her thighs licking her sweet pussy, kissing her clit and burying my head between her legs listening to her squeal playing with my hair oftentimes tugging or pushing when she wanted more, I licked and sucked and sometimes even gently nibbled on all her most sensitive of places I knew from years of dating, filled by her hormonal gasps and moans, I kept going becoming rather mercilous on her feeling her legs shaking as she got closer and closer to
"AAAAHHHHH! UUuughhhh! Paul!!! Uuuuuuughhh!" She sqeauled at the top of her lungs I smirked sitting up wiping my mouth with the back of my hand looking at her as she gasps calming down, in her own little wet patch from her squirt. I smirked down at her feeling myself throb for her, I pushed my shorts down revealing my hard erection she caught eyes on it immediately and blushed a little I smirked glancing down at myself and then back to her it was milliseconds but she knew what I wanted she smiled taking a gulp of the water on the side table before crawling down the bed and kissing her wet kisses all over my shaft
"Fuck beautiful-" I gasped feeling those soft kisses "y/n please!" I groaned struggling to watch those perfect lips kissing my cock she smiled up at me innocently and evily, before taking me completely in her mouth "uughhhh! Oohh god! Fuck! Y/n!" I moaned grabbing her hair my head thrown back in pleasure feeling her licks and sucks, moving her head back and forth, from base to tip. I pushed her back leaving her laid giggling at me I smirked pouncing on her and kissing those evil lips I knew I could taste myself on her lips and she could likely taste herself on my own but I didn't care I pulled back grabbing her hips and pushing her to lay on her stomach she giggled and did as I asked sitting her knees up, I moved and instantly slipped inside "fuck!! Y/n! Uuuuhhhhh!" I groaned not wasting a single second moving as fast, as hard, as deep as I possibly could listening to her scream all the while my hips working on there own going crazy just feeling his good she felt, the sounds of the bed creaking and sqeeking, our skin slapping together, get faster and faster "uuuuhhhhh uuuuhhhhh!! Y/n! Beautiful.... I'm gonna cum!" I groaned trying so hard not to loose it, I didn't need to last long I just wanna make her cum, one more time! She didn't respond still moaning and screaming for me, and I couldn't take it anymore I moved her slightly pulling her back against my chest so she now sat ontop of me reverse cowgirl as I sat on my knees I almost ripped my shirt off her leaving her naked moving her just as fast as I had been but my hands folding those sexy breasts making her screams get louder and louder feeling how much wetter she was getting as she was now practically dripping down my legs I moved one hand away from her breasts to mercilously rub on her clit making her grab my hair pulling me to kiss her neck "come on beautiful, cum for me" I smirked in her ear and that very second she screamed like banshee, I kept rubbing and kept bouncing her letting her ride it out even if I knew I and my bed were now soaked from her squirt I knew I was so close so I threw her back down and continued pounding fast and hard for a few more seconds before I felt that pleasure wave hit me and I instantly pulled out and came all over her back and butt before collapsing on my side of the bed in my back gasping for breath still getting over my orgasum. "Fuck I love you y/n"
"I love you too paul" she smiled gasping too as she just laid there on her stomach
"Now, I need to get pants on john will be here in like ten minutes" I laughed getting up slowly "you should also put clothes on" I told her as I got some boxes on and my jeans getting a clean undershirt
"Meh... John will understand that you fucked your girlfriend too good for her to move" she giggled
"Did I now?" I smirked going over and slipping two fingers inside her finger fucking her hard rubbing in her clit making her sqeaul kicking her feet
"Nooooo leave me alone, evil boy!" She whines kicking my hand away "I'll put clothes on" she sighed climbing out of bed "meanie" she whines bending over naked at her suitcase looking for clothes waving her butt at me and sticking her tongue out I put my shirt on going over and slapping her butt making her jump up into my arms
"Dirty tongue" I smirked
"It's not dirty" she whines
"Yes it is. I know where it's been beautiful" I smirked giving her a kiss "you get dressed, I'll tidy up. I'll make another tea when John gets here" I told her taking the cups and going out to the little flat setting the cups on the kitchen side by the burner, generally tidying the house up as y/n for dressed in the bedroom I saw her perched on the bed using my mirror to do her hair and make up just as I heard the door so I went and let John in "morning" I said giving him a faint smile fixing my hair as I did
"Morning" he laughs putting his guitar case on the side by the chair
"Tea?"
"Yeah go on then" he says so I went to the kitchen filling up the kettle and making the cups up he came and stood on the other side of the little counters that seperated the living room and kitchen looking at the cups and he smirked "hi y/n" he called to the bedroom
"Hi John, out inna minute" she called back
"I had a feeling she was here"
"How so?" I asked waiting for the kettle to boil
"She's always here" he laughs
"True."
"That and you need an air freshener"
"What why?" I asked rather confused
"Because paul it fucking stinks if sex in this flat"
"What does sex smell like?"
"Like jizz, sweat and squirt usually" he laughs
"That's not the flat, that's just paul" y/n smiled coming around the corner in her little black dress her hair done and makeup prestige "he didn't shower this morning"
"Hey!"
"It's true" she shurgs
"Nope it's the flat, or you two. Or both" john laughed as I made the tea up "you two have sex this morning then?"
"Yep" she giggled
"How could you tell? The house smell?" I asked
"that and I was here earlier, I waited outside having a cig and I could hear you two screaming"
"You know a weird amount about our sex lives" I told him sipping my tea
"I imagine so do you twos neighbors seriously... I can hear you from down the street" he laughs
"We just like being loud and passionate don't we paul" she giggled cuddling me
"How can I be quiet with my beautiful girl doing such dirty things to me" I smirked kissing her
"It's fine... Just rub in even more that I'm single" john sighed
"Sorry" she giggled
"It's fine, you two are adorable" he sighed.
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Bloody Knuckles and Sunshine
Pair: Harry Potter x Reader; he/him.
Summary: Harry loved his ball of sunshine and will do anything, including throwing hands at a dude a head taller than him, to protect it from harm.
Warnings: Mention of the f slur, Fighting, fluffy tho, also small homophobiaaaa
Notes: I loved this, dang-it. Hufflepuff reader!
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Harry put a finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet. He smirked when he saw your friend's eyes light up with mischief and silently agreed. He slowly inched forward, waiting until he was all but pressed against your back. He lunged forward, covering your eyes before whispering ‘guess who?’ in your ear.
He let out a laugh when you screamed successfully catching the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He pulled his hands away only to wrap them around your waist, watching how your face melted into a color to rival a strawberry. He laughed harder when you pulled your hood up to hide your blush.
“Harry, you jerk!” You squeaked out while your friends snickered into their hands. “That wasn’t funny!”
“Aw, I’m sorry, love. You’re right, I’m a big meanie.” He said between chuckles, kissing your hood covered cheek. He laughed louder when you slapped his arm. “How is my favorite ray of sunshine doing this evening?” Harry took any opportunity he could to see you blush and it was quite easy to do, especially with such a soft nickname that fit you perfectly. Seriously, you’re smile lit up entire rooms and Harry levied for it.
“Well, I was telling Cedric about this kneazle kit I found out by the bushes yesterday but now I wanna melt into the black lake and never come back.” You grumbled, slowly pulling your hood down when you were sure the attention and blush had faded. You smiled when Harry responded with a fake gasp of shock.
“And you didn’t tell me? After being your boyfriend for three months?”
“Three and a half-”
“That’s even worse!” Harry pouted at you, cheering internally when he managed to make you blush just the slightest.
Truth be told, you’d been dating the wonder boy for 3.5 months and it all started because you’d bumped into him one random day. You’d apologized so quietly and swiftly, he nearly missed your American accent. He told you it was alright and you ran off before he could get a name. He ended up seeing you later that day, during dinner at the dining hall. They did a quick welcome ceremony for you before sorting you with the hat. Harry was practically leaping for joy when you were put in Hufflepuff. He was just grateful at the time to not have to deal with another Slytherin who’d judge people for something as simple as blood status.
While you were quiet and shy and reserved and just overall the softest human Harry had ever met, he tried to talk to you whenever he could. He managed to break your shell a little bit each day, slowly spending more time with you and introducing you to his friends.
You’d study with Hermione and help her tutor the other two dorks in the group. You’d play wizard's chess with Ron where most games end in a tie, but ever so often you would beat him, as would he. Long story short, his friends love you and at this point, Harry was loving you too, just a little differently. He wanted to hold you at night and fall asleep in your arms. He wanted to bake your favorite cookies just to see you smile. He wanted to see your bright eyes reflect the stars so badly.
So one day he did it. He asked you on a date in the middle of one of your chess games with Ron, leading to Ron winning because you were far too distracted by the males request. You did end up saying yes though, which rocked his hard harder than anything else.
He took you to Hogsmeade, obviously. He showed you the shops, since this was the first time you’d been. He introduced you to the lovely world of Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. One date led to another, then another, then another, until it was literally a weekly thing. He saved Friday after school for you and only you. It was, actually, really cute.
At every month milestone of you two being official boyfriends, he’d try to do something immensely special. In the first month, he took you out on the quidditch brooms for a night ride out. You gazed at the sky together, watched the sun set and returned to cuddle in his arms in the common room of Gryffindor tower. Second month, the two of you went adventuring in the Forbidden Forest, with Hagrid low-key third wheeling to make sure you were safe, then a cute picnic by the Black Lake. This month, he’d snuck you into the Shrieking Shack just so you’d get scared and confide in him. It was terrifying, but he made up for it with snuggles and treats swiped from the kitchen after hours. You were excited to see what month four had coming.
“Oh, stop. You’re acting like a big baby.” You giggled out, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. You waved your friends off when they faked a few gags. “What brings ya over here, anyway?”
“What? I can’t see my ball of sunshine? I’m hurt, (Y/n)! You wound me!” Harry scoffed, placing a hand over his chest as if his heart had shattered like a mirror. He looked around at your friends when they all grew quiet. “..What?”
“You usually only come over here to tease him or because someone specific and blonde was staring at him from across the room.” Cedric spoke up, his eyebrows cocked up while Harry’s furrowed in confusion.
“What? Do I?” Harry turned to you, his eyes shining with worry. You bit down on your lip before slowly nodding your head. You spoke up quickly when he let out a pain filled groan.
“But that’s ok because I get to see you in herbology, potions and astronomy!” You waved your hands, trying to show it really wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t! You got to see him a lot and understood he couldn’t be with you 24/7 and that his friends wanted his attention too, so it was fine.
“I’ll do better.”
“What? Harry, no! Love, you’re fine!” You squeaked out, cupping his cheek gently. “Honestly, it’s ok.” You pulled your hand away when he swung one leg over the bench to straddle it next to you.
“Are you sure?” Harry stared into your eyes, basically scanning your soul for lies like a bar code. You nodded your head again, planting a soft kiss on his nose. “Ok..” He smiled, pulling you to him before planting his own peck against your lips.
He only pulled back when someone chose to shout a specific f slur across the room. The raven haired male didn’t hesitate to stand up. His eyes were scanning across the now quiet dining hall.
“Who said it?” Harry’s voice was not filled with sweetness. It was filled to the brim with venom and it only became more obvious when no one spoke up. “Oh, come on now! You weren’t scared to shout before! Don’t be shy now!”
Neither you nor Harry batted an eye when McLaggen stood up. The blonde bimbo had been anything but pleasant toward you when you made your relationship public.
“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking, Harry.” McLaggen’s cocky voice spoke up as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Cormac’s cockiness faded when McGonagall began spouting about intolerable language in Hogwarts and how that word was one of the many students should know better than to say. While the Gryffindor headmaster was going off, Harry didn’t hesitate to walk around the table, despite your protests, and punch the bloke square in the jaw.
You jumped up from your seat just as Cormac’s behind hit the floor of the dining hall. Harry followed the bloke to the ground, deciding to bruise his ego and pretty face further. Upon order of McGonagall, the twins and Lee jumped up, separating Harry and McLaggen. Fred held Harry back while George and Jordan carried the idiot out of the hall.
Once Harry stropped squirming, Fred let go, allowing you to scurry over and grab his hands. You also dragged him out of the dining hall much to McGonagall’s disliking, but went in the opposite direction as the quidditch players. You took him to the courtyard, setting him down on a step before kneeling in front of him.
“Harry.” You spoke up, looking down at his right hands knuckles, that were covered in blood. “Come on, babe.” You whispered out, your heart cracking at the sight of your love hurt.
“I know..” Harry grumbled, his eyes also staring at the red liquid coming from his knuckles.
“So, why do you keep fighting? Words can sting just as much as a punch.” You spoke up, reaching into Harry’s robe and pulling his wand out of the pocket. You transfigured a handful of leaves into a roll of bandages before shoving the wand into Harry’s not bloody hand and started wrapping up his knuckles.
“Because you’re too soft on people.” Harry looked down at his knees, his hands coming to his sides to rest against the stone. He started drawing a pathetic portrait of the two of you sitting at some.. Beach? Maybe it was grass. Poor babe couldn’t draw that well.
“Hun, people have reasons behind the things they say and do..” You rested a hand against his shoulder. He looked up from his drawing in the dirt to gaze up at you, his eyes big and innocent even after a fight.
“I know..” He grumbled again. “But he deserved it this time, babe, you know he did. If it wasn’t me, it’d be Cedirc or Ron for Merlin’s sake.”
“I know..” You sat down next to the raven haired male, pulling him to your side and letting him lean his head against your shoulder. “I’m not mad, ya know? It.. It was nice.” You bit your lip. Harry knows that hesitation. His eyes snapped up to yours, noting the soft blush across your cheeks.
“Oh, really, sunshine? You like it when I play knight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking a little when your soft pink cheeks turned brighter in hue.
“May-.. No, I’m not giving you a reason to keep getting bloody knuckles.” You shook your head, gazing across the courtyard.
“Oooh, you do like it when I play knight!”
“Harry, no.”
“Harry yes!”
“Harry, no!” You shouted, your voice slightly sterner. Harry wasn’t used to you being so stern or loud, it was kinda scary. “Do not get into more fights just to fluster me.” Your shy demeanor came back ten fold, causing him to smirk wider.
“Of course not! Why would I do that, sunshine?” Harry snickered, his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing the base of your neck. He wasn’t going to bring up every year he managed to find himself in literal life or death situations or the fact that he was most likely going to be defending you again.
“Because your Harry Potter and ‘I-Fight-Homophobs’ really should be your middle name.” You smiled, praying he didn’t notice how hot your body had gotten from the heat. He let out a final laugh, his lips planting a big kiss to your cheek. “Harry, seriously, though. No more fights. It’s scary.”
“No, I know! Whatever you say.”
“I’m serious!”
“No, I know!”
“Then where are you going?”
“To finish what I started! Just five minutes, sunshine. Just five, I promise!”
“Harry, no!”
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