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akaridream · 9 months

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all the right buttons (college AU Goku & Vegeta x reader)

have y'all seen the figure from FuzzFeet Studios featuring our favorite boys gaming on the couch in the sluttiest little shorts? lemme say, i was feeling thirsty after I saw it for the first time. thus, this fic was born.

vegeta and goku both will get a part 2, choose your own adventure style (coming very soon!)

As you padded down the hall of Bulma’s apartment building, muffled male voices arguing rang through the walls. Your favorite chemistry study buddy had warned that her two roommates would be home while you did homework together, but you hoped the voices were from a neighboring unit. Your hopes were dashed when you stood in front of Bulma’s door and knocked, the voices now quite clear in the hallway.

“Hey! Pipe down you two! My friend is here and we need to get some work done!” Bulma’s voice interrupted. The door swung open with a whoosh, revealing the blue-haired bombshell. She rolled her eyes and shuffled you inside.

“Sorry about the boys, Goku found his old game system and they’ve been at it for a while,” she explained as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your backpack by the kitchenette table. “I was hoping they’d be wrapping it up by now but-”

“Oh don’t worry about it!” you said with a dismissive wave. “I grew up with two brothers, so they won’t bother me!"

Beyond the kitchen sat the infamous roommates, backs turned on the couch, facing a comically small CRT television in front of Bulma’s fancy flat screen. The tiny TV sat precariously on a mini fridge, and on the floor was the little gray console, one which you hadn’t seen in at least a decade. The chiptune soundtrack was nostalgic and familiar.

“Is that Tenkaichi Tournament 5?” you asked.

“Yeah!” came the chipper voice from the guy on the left, though his focus remained on the game. His black hair splayed in all directions and his blue tank barely covered his built shoulders.

Oh shit. These boys are fit, you thought.

The guy in blue’s arms were bulky and strong, intimidatingly so. And the blond guy was just as fine with a cut-up yellow racerback showing off the hard work he had put into his lats. With their backs turned, you shamelessly admired what you could see of them, salivating at the sight of their carved muscles.

Bulma elbowed you and lifted a brow, tilting her head in the direction of the guys. Your eyes grew large and you fanned your face, mouthing “Oh my god” to her. She grinned and nodded.

“This is my friend from chemistry I was telling you about!” Bulma yelled over the TV, hands on her hips.

The guy in blue paused their game and turned around, draping his arm over the back of the worn couch.

“Hi!” he said in a sweet voice, eyes bright and friendly behind a pair of black frames.

The blond gave him a dirty look for pausing the game. “Hello,” he offered over his shoulder.

“I’m Goku! Nice to meet you!” he said with a wave. “This is Vegeta. Sorry, he’s a little sour because he’s lost three rounds in a row!”

The blond scoffed. “I am not sour! You just keep spamming your super move and it’s fucking annoying!”

“Have you tried countering him with a block?” you asked. That got the blond’s full attention and he turned around to you with an incredulous expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

With a look at both of their faces, you weren’t sure who was more handsome. Goku had boyish good looks and a natural charm, complimented by his endearingly wild hair. Vegeta resembled a model with smoldering eyes and immaculately styled hair sweeping upward. It was like comparing a golden retriever and a wolf: both were beautiful in their own ways. Had you known her roommates were perfect 10s, you would have opted for an outfit more put-together than your cotton booty shorts and oversized tee…

You swallowed, suddenly nervous under the gaze of two gorgeous men. “Um, if you hold down or back when he tries to hit you with a super move, you’ll block half the damage. But you have to get the timing just right,” you explained.

Vegeta pouted his lips and turned to Goku. “You didn’t tell me that, Kakarot!”

Goku laughed and shrugged. “I thought you knew how to block!”

“So you’ve been winning because you haven’t told me all the rules! New match, come on!” Vegeta shouted.

“It’s not really a rule,” Goku murmured with a glance to you and a smile. You smirked back as he turned towards their game once again.

“Try to keep it at a reasonable level guys, please. We have an exam next week and I am not letting my A slip to an A-minus because of this stupid game!” Bulma warned and led you to the round table in the kitchen. You extracted your laptop and a notebook from your backpack and opened up to your most recent homework.

From your seat in the kitchen, you could see directly between the pair of gentlemen, straight to the tiny TV. You couldn’t help but watch as Vegeta’s character desperately tried to master the block timing, barely eeking out a victory.

“HA!” Vegeta celebrated. “In your face! See, all I needed was to actually know all there is to the game to beat you!”

“Oh whatever Vegeta! Bet you can’t do it twice in a row!”

Bulma tapped a manicured finger on your laptop. “Um helloooo? Are you with me?” she asked.

You blushed and turned in your chair towards her. “Yes, I’m sorry! My brothers and I used to play that game together all the time, it’s been a while since I last saw it.”

She smiled at you knowingly. “Or are you just enjoying the eye candy?”

You sucked on your lips and shrugged. “Well… I’m not not enjoying it.”

The two of you snickered quietly at the table.

“I’ve heard that ladies find them attractive, but I’ve known them both since we were little kids. I just can’t see them that way, you know?” she said.

You nodded and glanced over at them, making sure they weren’t listening in. “So you’ve never dated either of them?”

“Goku, never. There was a very brief time in middle school where Vegeta and I went out but it just got weird and… Ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it. But that was ages ago. And both of them are single now,” she offered, brow raised.

You tapped your pencil to your lips. “Hm. Good to know…”

Despite the looming chemistry exam, between the noisy video game and the attractive boys playing it, your focus was gone. As the evening glow began to darken, every few minutes you glanced over between the muscular shoulders on display to see who was in the lead. They were quite evenly matched, trading wins without any notable streaks for either.

After having to steal your attention back several times, Bulma snapped her laptop shut and shook her head.

“We aren’t getting anything done tonight, are we?” she asked.

You turned fully towards her. “Geez, I’m sorry Bulma. I know you wanted to have this assignment finished up but-”

She chuckled and waved her hand. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Like I said, we both have solid A’s and the exam isn’t ‘til next week. We’ve got plenty of time. Go see if they’ll let you play a round!”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked, glancing over the back of the couch once more.

“No, we’ll finish up later. Go have some fun!” she insisted.

You grinned and stuffed your belongings back into your backpack and set it by the front door. “Thanks!”

Just as you approached the living area, Goku rose from the couch and stretched, his skimpy tank top rising to show his midriff. It was just as toned and hard as his arms. The tiny gray shorts he wore left little to the imagination, in both the bulk of his thighs and the size of his package. Oh Christ, you though. The room suddenly felt intensely hot.

“Done already?” you asked, trying not to drool.

Goku smiled. “Nah, I’m just taking a quick water break. You want anything?” he asked.

“Not to drink, but I wouldn’t mind going a round or two at Tenkaichi,” you said.

“Sure!” Goku said. He walked around the couch and handed you the controller on the way to the kitchen. “Kick his ass!”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked at you over his shoulder. “Hm. Bring it on.”

As you walked around and plopped on the couch next to Vegeta, you got a better look at him. Significantly smaller in stature than Goku but just as built, he sat at the edge of the cushion with his elbows on his knees. You chuckled internally, recognizing it as the ‘serious’ pose your oldest brother took when playing video games. His gym shorts fit too small, his muscular legs pulling the fabric tight in places. The cut-off tank he wore displayed his fine musculature in a way that made your heart stutter.

Fuck’s sake, he is unbelievably hot, you thought.

Finally tearing your hungry gaze away, you selected the only female character in the game, earning a sideways smirk from your opponent.

“No way you’ll win with her,” he boasted as the game loaded.

“We’ll see,” you contested.

You took a few moments to refamiliarize yourself with the controls, but held your own against Vegeta. He had quickly mastered the block, but the timing came back to you like an old friend. The match was close the entire time until Vegeta managed to pull off a super move while you were in the air, catching you off guard. He smiled.

“A valiant effort,” he offered. “Best two out of three?”

“Of course!”

You fought again, but this time, you managed to recall a hidden combo you had memorized way back in the day. It took your opponent by complete surprise, depleting his health significantly before you moved in to finish the job for an easy win.

“What the hell was that?” he barked.

You grew shy and shrunk into the couch. “Just some muscle memory coming back to me. I’m guessing Goku didn’t tell you about hidden moves either, then?”

Vegeta turned towards you wearing a curious expression.

“Of course he didn’t. There are hidden moves?”

You pulled out your phone and furiously typed away. “Yeah! Each character has a combo that isn’t listed in the actual game anywhere, but they’re the strongest moves there are. My brothers and I used to play this all the time back in the day, but I only know Chacha’s combo. I’m looking up the combo for Prince Monkey so you can try it.”

He eyed you up and down as you searched, admiring the fact that you needed no makeup to look cute. Your features were soft and feminine, your smile lighting up your entire face. His cheeks grew warm when you scooted closer to him on the couch, showing him your phone.

“Here’s the button input. Give it a try!” you encouraged, leaning forward into your own ‘serious’ gaming pose, knee touching his.

He did as you suggested, but struggled with the combo at first. You eased back in the fight, allowing him time to figure it out before he finally blasted you away, winning the match by a hair.

“Nice! You did it!” you praised.

“It’ll be interesting to use that move against Kakarot,” he mused with a smirk.

“Kakarot? I thought his name was Goku,” you said.

“Kakarot is my first name, but I always go by my middle name,” Goku explained as he returned. “He just calls me that because he’s an ass.”

Goku held a dripping bottle of water against the back of Vegeta’s neck, making him recoil and snatch the bottle away.

“So who won?” Goku asked, taking a seat on your left and sandwiching you between two chiseled thighs.

“That would be Prince Monkey,” you admitted. “I took one round though.”

“You held your own well against me,” Vegeta said, giving a tiny hint of a smile. “It was an admirable effort.”

You nodded in appreciation and handed the controller back to Goku, but he waved you off and took a swig of water from his bottle.

“Keep playing as long as you want!” he said.

And so you did, managing to beat Vegeta in the next round thanks to your mastery over the hidden combo. Goku was flabbergasted when he saw the wildly powerful moves for the first time.

“Whoa! What the heck are those?”

"Hidden combos. You’ll have to figure it out on your own, Kakarot!” Vegeta sneered, his knee bumping into yours, then his elbow.

“Hey!” you chuckled, elbowing him back. “Quit trying to throw me off!”

“What are you talking about?” Vegeta rebutted. ��I’m not doing anything!” He leaned against you and jostled your arm with his elbow.

“No fair!” you cried. You still managed to win the match, making Vegeta huff in annoyance.

Goku laughed. “Damn, she’s good!”

You shoved Vegeta playfully as he leaned for his bottle of water on the floor. You caught a glint of flirty eye contact as he did, making you want to kick your feet.

“That’s two to two,” Vegeta said. “One more to break the tie?”

“Absolutely. But I do want to change characters,” you said, inputting a code on the character select screen.

“King Monkey?” Goku asked after a new selection appeared.

“Wait, there’s another character?” Vegeta squawked. You nodded proudly.

“Yep. I know all the secrets to this game! Let’s see who will come out on top now!”

King Monkey, a larger and stronger version of his son, quickly dominated with a combo that devastated Vegeta. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to damage you, letting you come out on top without much trouble. Vegeta tossed his head and leaned back on the couch with an irritated grumble.

“Oh man!” Goku said. “That was really one-sided!”

You shrugged and laughed. “Well, King Monkey is a boss character so he’s not exactly fair. But I had to get him back for fighting dirty!”

“Tch, whatever,” Vegeta pouted, handing his controller off to Goku. “I have to get going anyway.”

You frowned and watched him get off the couch and head towards his bedroom down the hall. “Aw, bummer. Where you off to?”

“Astronomy lab,” he said over his shoulder.

Bulma called from the kitchen. “Oh, that’s finally happening?”

“Yes, finally,” Vegeta yelled down the hall, then reappeared with his backpack. “First clear evening in weeks. Cloud cover has been a pain in the ass all semester.”

“Sounds super interesting,” you said. “Well, it was really nice meeting you Vegeta!”

He gave a small smile and wave as he headed out the door. “Yeah. Been fun. See you around.”

“See ya, Jeeta!” Goku called from the couch.

As the door shut behind him, you blushed at the sweet, barely-there smile that had formed on his lips as he said goodbye. Intrigued by his stony, competitive personality, you wondered how Bulma would feel about you asking for his number…

“So he’s an astronomy major?” you asked. Bulma padded over and sat on the arm of the couch.

“Astrophysics, actually,” she explained.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Whoa. Didn’t take him for such an academic.”

Bulma snorted. “I know, right? Seems like more of a meathead like Goku.”

Expecting a retort for the insult, you turned towards him, but Goku was unperturbed.

“You gonna let her call you a meathead?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Well, I’m a kinesiology major, so I kind of am!”

You nodded. “Ah, I see. So you wanna be a physical therapist then?”

“I could do that,” he said, leaned his head from side to side. “But I also think running my own gym would be fun. Haven’t decided yet though.”

Quintessential himbo, you thought to yourself, smiling. Bulma’s roommates sure were interesting, to say the least. “Well, you certainly have the physique for it!”

“Thanks!” Goku said with pride. “Vegeta and I lift together all the time. Even though he’s really hard-working on his studies, he works just as hard in the gym. You should see all the other astro nerds, they’re like half his size! Well, in the muscle department at least.” Bulma laughed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of the pint-sized yet built Vegeta sitting in class with a bunch of pale, scrawny bookworms he could tear in half.

“So are you a chem major like Bulma?” Goku asked.

“Oh gosh, I could never do chemical engineering like her!” you said. “I’m just a regular chemistry major. She’s way smarter than me, plus I don’t really like math all that much.”

“Ugh, me neither!” Goku said, selecting Master Turtle as his character to fight you. “I barely scraped by the general math class, and that was all thanks to Bulma and Vegeta! I’d be stuck in there forever if it wasn’t for them!”

You fought round after round, not even noticing when Bulma slipped away to her bedroom. Conversation flowed easily with the amicable Goku. He had a way of making you feel comfortable even in the silence. He asked about your brothers, told you that he had an older brother but Vegeta was more like a brother to him. As you got to know each other, the twilight faded into darkness, the only light in the living room coming from the tiny TV.

“I need a break, my thumbs are killing me,” you said, rolling your wrists.

“Can I try out that hidden character you had earlier?” Goku asked.

You took his controller and punched in the secret code for him. As you handed it back, your fingers brushed his for an instant. You made brief eye contact, his handsome features illuminated by the TV. He couldn't help but smile at the dusting of blush that bloomed across your cheeks. Your long lashes framed your pretty eyes perfectly, he thought, and your bright smile made his stomach feel lighter than air. Neither of you had noticed that you had migrated towards the center of the couch, only separated by an inch between your thighs.

You watched Goku figure out the new character, following his expressive brown eyes dancing across the screen. You hoped he couldn’t tell how hard you were staring at him from the corner of your eye. He was too damn handsome to take your eyes off of for long. And his pecs looked like they’d make a perfect pillow…

As Goku fought against the computer-controlled Prince Monkey, a twinge of conflict made you bite your lip.

Shit, you thought. I have no idea which of these guys I like better! Surely you couldn’t ask Bulma for both of their numbers, that would just be greedy. But you had to get one of them. No way could you pass up the opportunity. They were far too fine.

As if she could sense your dilemma, Bulma emerged from her bedroom and came back into the living area.

“I cannot believe how long you have been playing that damn game, Goku,” she laughed.

He grinned. “I’m just glad my old TV still works! Wish we could hook it up to the big screen though.”

As he continued to play, you stood from the couch and motioned for Bulma to join you in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I have a question,” you whispered, looking over your shoulder to make sure Goku was distracted by the game.

Bulma got the hint and lowered her voice. “Sure.”

“How would you feel…” you hesitated. “If I wanted one of your roommate’s numbers?”

She grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I freaking knew it. Which one though?”

You crossed your arms. “That’s the problem. I can’t decide!”

Bulma put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Are you for real?”

You nodded and smooshed your cheeks in your hands. “They’re both so hot!”

Bulma thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “Ooh! I have an idea! Let me ask them how they felt about you, try to get a feel for which of them vibed with you the best.”

“Oh gosh, are you sure?” you asked. “Don’t make it too obvious though.”

Bulma smirked. “Please. I know the art of subtlety, my dear. I’ve got you covered.”

You bounced with glee. “You’re the best!”

“I know!” Bulma said with a shrug and proud smile.

After your nightly shower and bedtime routine, you climbed into bed to see your phone lit up with a new message.

BULMA: soooo i talked to the boys about you

YOU: ahhh

YOU: i’m gonna puke

BULMA: one of them actually asked about you before i got the chance to ;)

YOU: omg fr shut up

BULMA: wanna guess which one???

Part 2: Goku

Part 2: Vegeta coming soon!

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tags: @artof-aristocracy

#dbz x reader #vegeta x reader #goku x reader #vegeta x you #goku x you #dragon ball z #dragon ball #son goku #prince vegeta #fuzzfeet #fuzzfeet figure #all the right buttons

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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High Infidelity

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x Wednesday Addams

Summary: chase two girls, lose The 1

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, Xavier gets slapped. lmk if there are any more

Word Count: 0.8k

You loved Xavier so much. More than he would ever know. He was the sunshine on your darkest days; the moonlight and the stars in the sky. He was just yours. But that all changed when Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore.

You went to his art shed only to discover that the locks had been changed. You knocked on the door and heard Xavier curse and rush around the small room. A couple minutes later, he unlocked the door and greeted you with messy hair. You noticed how his lips were slightly swollen, but ignored it as he invited you in.

“So, uh, what brings you here, y/n?” Xavier asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can’t an Outcast come and see their boyfriend every now and again?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him. He smelt of death, the same scent the new girl smelt of. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies. We could watch that new horror film you want to see so bad.”

“Oh.” He mumbled, looking back. “I, uhm, I’m kind of busy at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?” He asked sheepishly.

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” You nodded. You went to walk away before turning to him. “And how come you changed the locks?”

“Oh, I just have a surprise for our anniversary next month.” Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and your smile dropped slightly.

“Okay, see you.” You waved. “Love you.”

“Fare thee well.” Xavier joked. You waited a second, but the words you wished to hear never came.

It had been like that for a while now. Ever since Wednesday Addams arrived, you became more of a friend than a partner. Long, late night walks became ‘Sorry, Wednesday needs my help.’ He’d let go of your hand whenever he saw Wednesday, wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ back whenever she was in earshot distance. It hurt.

This boy that would once bring you breakfast when you were sick; this boy that would once teach you how to draw simple things under the moonlight, gone. Gone into a fraction of the man he was. This act of high infidelity destroyed you.

Part of you longed for him to tell you the truth, you wanted to hear it from him, not from your peers that had been under the impression that the two of you had broken up. They had seen Xavier’s moves, the ones he made on Wednesday. Your heart broke when everyone came to console you. You had no idea what was going on, having had the flu and being bedridden. Enid, Wednesday’s roommate attacked you with a hug the first time she saw you that week. You awkwardly patted her back in confusion and she broke away to explain. Xavier had been seen kissing Wednesday under the moonlight in your spot.

That was a month ago. You figured that if he really cared, he would’ve tried harder to keep it a secret. He should know, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

You were left doubting yourself. Did Wednesday have something that you don’t? Were you not as pretty as Wednesday? How could someone so in love with you just fall out of love like that? Did he ever even love you?

“I’m breaking up with you.” Xavier said. The date was April 29th. Your anniversary. He hadn’t shown up for your date and now here he was, breaking you with you. Who the hell does he think he is? “I… i think that you were manipulating me with your siren song and-"

You cut him off by punching his face. “You cheat on me for months and have the audacity to blame me?” You asked in shock, holding your pounding hand. Xavier looked shock. “Oh, you think I don’t know? You think that I don’t know that you kissed Wednesday in our spot under the moonlight? I built that place. I made the handles paintbrushes, not her. I said I love you there, not HER!” You yelled.

“y/n, calm down.” Xavier said quietly, looking at all of the eyes on you.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I am calm!” You exclaimed. “No, Xavier, I break up with you.” You then said.

“Am I interrupting something?” A monotone voice said, making you jump out of your skin.

Xavier looked distraught and you turned to see Wednesday Addams. “Yes.” You said, turning back to your boyfriend. “I love you. You are my sun and my moon and my stars. I can’t even find it in my heart to hate you.” Tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke your mind. “Did I do something? Am I not pretty enough? Not cool enough?”

“It’s not you, it’s me.” Xavier said. You wanted to call BS, but he continued. “I fell out if love with you and instead of telling you, I lead you on.”

“But why? When?” You had began crying.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just know that when I saw Wednesday, I felt what I felt when we first started dating.”

I didn’t mean to hurt you. But you did. You did, you did.

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gh0ston1c · 1 year

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blood has no meaning if you don't have any

wednesday x reader

you meet her parents and she meets yours. although you all shared the same taste of color in life, both of your parents were totally different.

warning: tried to keep it as gender neutral as i could but reader do be masc, arguing, a good old hard bitch slap but fluffy ending!

a/n: writing skills be mid and sometimes confusing but bare with me, i write what's in my head and i don't proofread. we here for pure enjoyment lmaoaoo

y/ns pov

it's been a couple of months of wednesday and i being together. in a way, we both understand each other perfectly, and every day with her i look forward to more. except for today.

today was the day when parents come onto campus. and we agreed to introduce our families to each other. i am rather excited than nervous to meet her family. the infamous gomez and morticia addams. and her brother pugsley whom she mentioned before. from the stories that i have heard, they don't sound like bad people. they just like dangerous things.

but a part of me was still nervous. you always want to leave a good impression on yourself.

"are you going to keep staring at the wall or..?" i flinched back from being snapped out of a trance. it was my roommate kane who happened to be a zombie. don't know how and don't want to know but anyways.

"i don't know man. i didn't think today was going to be so soon." he gave me a half smile before laying his hand on my shoulder "only two days bro, you can do it," he paused "and if anything were to happen, just dig out and say-" kane was rudely interrupted by the door busting open and the two least people i wanted to see.

"my offspring." my father spoke as he stood before us in all his glory in a clad black suit next to my stepmother. "ever heard of knocking?" i ask in a monotonous tone. his head cocked sideways and with a dead expression he replied to me "know your place and watch who you're talking to." those words made me sit up and automatically hang my head down. it was a signal to my father that i submit. he breathes out with a smirk, "your mother and i discussed you and regarding nevermore and we've decided that you are to come back and be head of the clan." my mother smiles with glee and softly claps her hands in excitement as to where i had no thoughts. how do i process this?

"what?" i say aloud. "you're coming back home." my father says, i look at him with confusion. "why?" i ask "well, im getting old and the clan needs a fit person to lead and it's you," he explains. but it doesn't click. they send me here because i was a troubled child back home and now they want me back?

"that's not happening." i stated. "who are you to make commands." i sat there with nothing to say, my jaw clenched and eyes glaring at the ground. i can hear his feet step closer and then my chin was grabbed and forcefully pulled up to look him in the face. his face showed pure anger and once again i felt like the eight-year-old crying while dad threatened me for stepping out of line. "ever since you've come to this school you have been acting a fool. fix it before i do." he practically threw my chin down and walked. i sat there in silence taking everything that just happened.

"woah..... you okay..." kane hesitantly asked to which i replied with silence. "umm.... i'll just give you space.... feel better bro" and with that, he also left.

just two days.

i gave myself 30 minutes to collect myself before going to meet with wednesday. as i entered the quad, i saw many heads of different varieties. my eyes immediately found wednesday who never failed to stand out. right, where we always met. she met my eyes and my face automatically smiled. when i arrived next to her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me "let's get this over with." in her path, i already see three people who resemble wednesday and you can tell they were family and not even by facial resemblance. her mother was a very tall plump figure, her father was short and stubby and a short male who looked.... friendly.

"mother, father. this is my partner, y/n." her parents' faces lit up with joy "hello, it's so good to finally meet you, i am morticia, her mother." her words came out very smoothly. my focus turned to the man who beamed with happiness "my name is gomez, im so happy to see my little psychopath finding love" he said with awe. "my therapist suggests sociopath." wednesday butt into the introduction. "you're both," i turn my head to the shorter boy, he was about the height of my biceps "my name is pugsley. it's nice to meet you, she talks too much about you." i chuckle and from the corner of my eyes, i see wednesday give her little brother the hardest glare. "im happy to have met you all. this is a step towards something more serious," as lighthearted as i could make my laugh sound after i said that, wednesday still held a straight face. "i think she agrees." her parents both lowkey force a smile and nod anyways.

"well consider yourself a very lucky one. our little rain cloud has always had trouble making friends," morticia paused to frown, with her husband following her "why when she was a young child, we would take her to the park to play with the other children and she would sometimes push them down the slide or force feed them sand.." morticia stopped and gave an awkward smile "oh! and when she was in middle school, we put her into ballet classes!!"

BALLET CLASSES?????

"she hated it!! and she had on the tutu and everything! i think i still have a picture, let me-" before gomez could finish, wednesday cut him off "that's enough." she stepped in and hooked onto my foreman. "we still have to meet their parents." i did not want this to end.

her family is just as amazing as her and i was loving the conversation. but i did not want her to meet my family. i only saw my parents today but i still have yet to meet my 2 older step-brothers.

"well, it was lovely to finally meet you, darling. i hope to see you more often. wednesday has been in a much better mood lately." wednesday immediately dragged me away to the darker part of the quad.

the fangs section.

i dragged my feet to stop her from dragging me. she looks at me perplexed and i let out a hugh sigh.

"i have to warn you, love," her eyebrows scrunches "my family..... they're.... how do i say this" i stand there and contemplate. "very strict is an obvious but... it's not strict. it's fear. i don't know how to correctly word it."

"and i know you're not afraid of almost everything and im not saying you're going to be afraid of them..." i try to drag on. i can't find words to say my family is shit without saying my is shit! "what im saying is... i don't think you may like them..."

"i don't like everyone in the first place. im only doing this because i feel like this is a milestone in our relationship," a big smile stretched onto my face and i swore my love for this girl increased by a gazillion. "i want us to be forever."

"forever." i say and remove my wrist from her grip to intertwine our fingers, i brought it up to lips and gave the back of her hand a gentle kiss

when wednesday and i approached them, we weren't even close yet "you're late." these were the first words that came out of my father's mouth. i subtly grip her hand a little tighter but not enough to hurt her. "sorry father, wednesdays family was very lovely to meet and we could not stop conversing." it's like a habit but my head slightly bows. "you should be more considerate of peoples time. you have lots to learn before you lead." then he turned to the girl who started at him through her eyebrows

"and who may this be?" i let out the breath i didn't know i was holding and straightened my back. "this is wednesday addams, she is my girlfriend. my other half." i scanned his face for any reaction. like a vampire, dead as a doornail, he had no reaction. "addams family huh? a line of witches and magic." he paused and took his sunglasses off, my father's eyes a vibrant red that held no soul or humanity. his head turned to me and his eyes immediately connect with mine which were the same as his. appearance-wise, i was a mirror image of my father but internally, we were two opposites and he hated that. "i see you've been hiding secrets; however feel i must share some educational information. did you know witches used to hunt vampires?" i knotted my eyebrows to him, the fuck does that have to do with anything? "and yet you come here with one of their kind. disrespectful. have i not taught you anything?" his voice laced with anger

"she hasn't done anything to us so i don't see why there is a problem." from my peripheral view, i can't see her whole face but i know she's giving my father the deadliest glare. "her family slaughtered our kind, we were used for blood spells and experiments." with his teeth gritted, he kept poking my chest with every word "that's my problem"

"if it's your problem then keep it to yourself," wednesday spoke out, i hadn't realized that during our little argument, we managed to gather the attention of all my other family members that we still haven't been able to greet

my father's head slowly turns to my girlfriend who happens to be kinda small. "repeat those words little girl." a 5000-year-old vampire challenging a 16 high schooler. never woulda thought.

i watch my girlfriend step forward with no twitch in her face, every muscle relaxed "call me little girl again and i will not hesitate to shine everyone here but y/n with a UV light." i see my father's mouth twitch in annoyance and his jaws clenching in anger.

my father always made sure he was "alpha" and having someone step up to him so boldly, let alone a teen witch was extremely rare. "she's something else y/n" he said as he still held eye contact with wednesday "pack your shit, you're leaving tonight." he turned around and stomped in anger but before he could leave my field of vision i say "im not leaving. im staying here. with wednesday." my words seem to peak his anger as he stops with a loud stomp and furiously pivots back in my direction with a killer stare, deep down i was truly afraid

"i've had enough of your attitude!" my vision snaps towards wednesdays direction as i feel a stinging sensation in my cheeks. im dead yet i felt that slap. "you are to pack up and leave this place. all you've been is a headache and i can no longer tolerate it. you will be leading this clan, and that's final." no way in hell was i going to leave wednesday. "no father, i am not leaving." my voice was a little wobbly but as firm as i could make it out. "oh really? you're going to cut your family for some girl you just met?!" he finally blew up. this is exactly why i didn't want her to meet them. we didn't even get a simple hi.

"and what about it? all the years ive lived, this is the time where i feel most loved!" i bark back at my father, his veins poppings out his neck and forehead "if you choose her over this family, don't even come back. you will not be welcomed back and forever be exiled from the clan." apart of me broke. your family is all you know and what built you to become your person. "since you're going to make me choose, i choose wednesday! she's the soul that fills my empty capsule of a body, she is everything you guys are not!" my voice strained as that was the loudest i have ever spoken to my father

"when she dies, don't come back crawling to us." before making his way out of the section as my stepmother follows him and slowly the rest of my family does but before all of them were gone i made sure to give it closure

"YOURE ALL DEAD TO ME."

"that was quite eventful," wednesday said. we came back to my dorm room and kinda just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes "im sorry wens. i-i just- ugh" i let out a huge relieving sigh and slouched "that was a shit show."

"are you serious?" my attention peaked with confusion as i look at her "what do you mean serious? im sorry wens-" she cuts me off "no, i mean, are you serious that you left your family for me?" my eyebrows lifted. honestly, my mind wasn't straight during the argument and words flew out of my mouth. but thinking about it, does that mean im free from duty? im free from the fear tactics? "im dead serious," i stated, her eyes glinting with a tiny bit of happiness and surprise

"my love... ive lived decades and centuries. ive met and seen many people. but only you have managed to make me feel soulful. you are my soulmate and whatever life and heart i have left of me is all yours mi amore." my love for her goes beyond horizons and oceans. she grabs the collar of my uniform and plants a kiss on my lips. my hands find their place on her head to bring her in closer, since i am taller, i stand above her as her head is tilted up to reach for my lips, and her hands are now around my torso.

after a few seconds, we pull away heaving with swollen lips and red cheeks. "to leave your family for me is an honor. although i do think you're a bit weak," my jaw dropped playfully but she continued "but you looked so sexy when you were arguing, i wanted you to claim and change me right there." she whispers and this was very overwhelming bold for me. i grin and hide my face from her "you and that mind will be the death of me. but i would die over and over again just for you my love."

"mon cher." once again we pulled each other into a kiss which would always turn into a makeout section.

#SAPPY AND CORNY #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #gn!reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you

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22 | Backfired

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: Accident that could have been death

Word Count: 2.2k

| MASTERLIST |

"What's up everybody the prank wars are still continuing. I've finally decided to get Penelope. She's been up in her room all day because she had a long shoot yesterday. So today I have a rodent glue with me and I'm going to put on the two steps on our staircase. I'm hoping when I call her down she's come running and get stuck on one then the second one." Elton sets up cameras to film her getting stuck.

"I'm gonna call her real quick." He FaceTimes her.

"You never call me what?" She asks confused.

"I need you downstairs it's Circa and something is wrong and she's not letting me near her. Help me please." He panics.

"Okay, okay." She hangs up rushing out of her room and as soon as she takes one step down, her foot gets stuck but since she was running full speed she takes a tumble down the stairs.

"Shit! Penelope!" Elton rushes over as she lays on the floor. "Penelope." He tapped her but she was knocked out and could see her head was bleeding a bit. "Guys! Help!" Elton calls out for the rest of the house.

"What?" Corey sticks his head out of his room.

"It's Penelope, she fell down the stairs. My prank backfired!" He shouts panicking.

"This isn't funny Elton." Aaron comes out as well.

"I'm not joking! Help me. Watch where you step!" He tells them know as a tiny pool of blood starts. "Fuck!" He stares at her as everyone comes downstairs.

"What the hell?" Sam rushes to her side, "This isn't a prank?"

"Penelope, come on. Wake up." Colby carefully touches her. "Someone call 911!" He panics not wanting to move her.

"I'm on it." Corey runs upstairs carefully to get his phone.

"What was the original fucking prank?" Colby looks over at Elton.

"Human glue trap. She was just supposed to get stuck not tumble down the stairs. That's what the cameras are set up at certain angles." Elton explains.

"Turn them off now!" Sam shouts going to do it himself.

When the ambulance arrives taking Penelope to the hospital, Colby goes with her while everyone changes to go to the hospital as well.

In the ambulance, Penelope opens her eyes finally looking at Colby, "You're gonna be okay. I'm not leaving your side. I promise." He tells her before her eyes shut again.

At the hospital, they ask Colby questions about what happened and if she had any family they could contact but he tells them that they still live in Kansas, so he'll call them but she lives with him and their other roommates. So at the moment if any choices would need to be made Colby had a say.

"Is she okay?" Sam finds Colby in the waiting room.

"They rushed her into surgery. Something about internal bleeding as well. As soon as we got here her heart rate dropped. I said all call her family but I want to wait till after surgery." Colby lets him know things.

The others show up and wait as well after Colby keeps them up to date. Colby sees the doctor finally walk towards him so he gets up and walks to him.

"Is she okay? Did everything go well?" Colby tries to stay calm.

"The surgery went well..."

"But?" Colby could tell that's what he was going to say.

"She still hasn't woke up yet. We gave her some time after the surgery but she still hasn't woke up like normally. We gave her, her own room to stay in. For this situation, I advise max of three guests in the room with her but when family comes it's okay if they are all in there."

"What room is she? I'm staying with her till her family can get a flight here. We grow up together so I'm not leaving her side." Colby tells the doctor so the doctor tells him the floor, room, and hall.

"Is she okay?" Devyn asks as Colby walks back to them.

"Surgery went fine but she's not waking up yet. They have her a room. Max guests in the room is three right now. I plan on staying here with her." He tells the group.

"I'll go home and pack you a bag for a few days." Sam sighs trying not to cry.

"I'll help you." Katrina takes Sam's hand into hers.

"I have to call her mom or Harper to let them know. So who wants to wait in the room for a bit?" Colby asks.

"I want to." Devyn raises her hand quickly.

"Okay, so you three stay here. Aaron, Sam, Kat, and I will go home. Just keep us updated." Elton messes with his hands.

"I will." Colby leaves with Corey and Devyn following him to Penelope's room.

Getting to the room the two let Colby go in by himself first to see her. Her IVs were in her arm, she had oxygen on her, and a broken arm as well. The sight just caused Colby to break down in tears. He tries his best to get himself together before letting Devyn and Corey in.

"I'm gonna call her mom." Colby goes out into the hall.

"Colby? It's odd hearing from you sweetheart, what's going on?" Victoria asks him.

"A prank at the house failed and Penelope's in the hospital. Her surgery went fine but she still hasn't woken up. Sam is packing me a bag to stay here with her till you guys can get here." He lets her know.

"Colby... Me and the guys are in Canada at the moment for Turner's competition but Harper is in Vegas with some friends so she can get there before me. I'll call her for you. I know you'll be with Penelope in the meantime. Thank you for letting me know." She ends the call so he goes back to the room.

"Her mom is in Canada and her sister is in Vegas so Vic is gonna call Harper to let her know." Colby tells the two.

"I need to go home. I can't see her like that." Devyn leaves the room crying.

"You gonna be okay?" Corey eyes Colby.

"I'll be fine, Corey. Like I said, I'll keep you guys updated." He tells him so he leaves while Colby sits on the sofa looking at Penelope.

When Sam brings Colby his bag he stays for a bit with Colby before heading home alone. Since there wasn't much to do Colby just made himself comfortable on the sofa watching TV, while keeping an eye on Penelope.

"Just in here to get her vitals." A nurse comes in.

"You guys probably have no idea but do you know when she'll wake up?" Colby asks her.

"Sadly we don't. We hope for not too long." She tells him then leaves the room.

"Please wake up soon, Penelope. I can't see you like this. I don't want to see you like this. I need you to wake up." Colby goes to hold her hand kissing the top of her head.

A few days passed and Penelope still wasn't awake yet. Harper hadn't been able to leave Vegas yet before she broke her leg and her girlfriend was in jail. Victoria was still stuck in Canada for Turner so Colby was still by himself with Penelope.

"Normally when you're in a not-so-good mood you listen to One Direction." Colby takes to Penelope putting on her playlist since Sam brought her phone as well.

Colby plays the music next to her and dances around the room singing along as Penelope just laid there.

There is no other place that I would rather be

Than right here with you tonight

As we lay on the ground I put my arms around you

And we can stay here tonight

'Cause there's so much that I wanna say, I wanna say

Colby gives up taking a seat in the chair he put next to her bed, "You know even when your family shows up I'm not leaving. Remember you're stuck with me so you actually have to wake up." He pokes her arm tearing up.

A knock at the door makes Colby wipe his eyes before Sam comes in alone, "Still nothing?"

"Nothing." Colby holds Penelope's hand.

"She's going to be okay, Colby. I believe in her." Sam takes a seat.

"I need her here Sam." Colby snaps.

"I know, we all do." Sam tries to calm him down.

"You don't get it! I think I love her... And you get what type I mean." Colby leans back in his chair.

"You think you love her?"

"Yes..."

A few days turned into two weeks till Penelope's mom finally made it with Turner and her husband Richard.

"She's still not woken up?" Victoria enters the room.

"I would have let you known if she woke up." Colby tells her.

"Since we're here now you can go home. Het some good rest in your bed." Richard tells Colby.

"Thanks but no thank you. I'm not leaving her." Colby tells him.

Richard was Harper and Penelope's stepdad while he was Turner's bio dad. Colby and the girls didn't care for him much since he talked shit about Matthew, the girl's dad, who passed away when they were 14 and 12 years old.

"Her family is here now and you're just her friend, Colby." He adds.

"Richard, Colby is fine staying here." Victoria gives him a look. "But Colby, please actually eat some good food. Go to the nearest McDonald's or whatever."

"Can I go with him?" Turner asks his mother.

"That's fine, honey."

Both boys leave quietly going to Colby's car that Sam brought and having Kat pick him up. "Is Penny going to wake up soon?" Turner asks Colby.

"I don't know. I'm hoping that she does, Turner."

"Has she shown any signs of waking up?" He asks making Colby hit his steering wheel.

"I'm sorry... No, she hasn't. I just don't wanna talk about it, Turner. I've just been in that room since she got here and every day I beg her to wake up." Colby apologizes to the sixteen-year-old.

Turner looks at Colby as they drive off, "Are you just worried as her best friend or? You can tell me. I can tell when a guy has feelings."

"Yes, I do but she doesn't know that." They go to eat.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Richard and Victoria were slightly fighting about Colby being at the hospital when he could go home.

"Mom!" Harper shows up coming into the room with her crutches.

"Babe." They hug each other, "Colby went out for food with your brother."

"Colby actually left the room?" Harper takes a seat, "He said he refuses to leave her."

Richard went out for a walk around the hospital while Vic and Harper stayed in the room watching TV. Slowly Penelope's eyes start to flutter open looking around the room, "Da-daddy?" She sees her dad sitting in the chair next to her holding her hand.

The sound of Penelope's voice causes the two to look over at her, "Babygirl!" Victoria rushes over to her side, "You're awake." She smiles before rushing to get a nurse while Harper goes to her sister.

"Colby... Where's Colby?" She starts to tear up remembering what he said in the ambulance.

"He went out to eat with Turner. He'll be back." She said as the doctor came in to check her out and run tests.

Once the door opens Penelope looks over to see Colby with her brother, Colby puts the food on the counter before rushing over to her.

"You weren't here when I woke up." She cries to him.

"I'm sorry." He hugs her, "I know I promised you." He kisses her forehead before letting her go.

"Glad you woke up." Turner smiles so Penelope motions for him to hug her.

For the night, Colby stays with her while her family gets a hotel room to stay in for a while. Both watch TV while eating McDonald's since Harper brought them some.

"So you've been sleeping there for two weeks?" Penelope looks at Colby's setup.

"Yes, I have. Sam, Devyn, and Corey volunteered to stay a night each but I said no. As I promised, I stayed by your side. I talked to you every day. We had a little One Direction concert. I finally watched Titanic from beginning to end." He makes her laugh as they finish eating.

"Colby, can you lay with me for a few minutes, please?" She asks as he gets ready for bed.

Colby smiles walking over and gets in the bed with her since they gave her a big bed. She cuddles into him carefully tearing up, "What's wrong?"

"I thought... I thought I was dead for a minute when I woke up. I saw my dad sitting next to me holding my hand. I could feel him holding my hand, Colby." She cries.

Colby didn't know exactly what to say so he just held her close to him, "Maybe he just wanted to make sure you were okay." He holds her tighter.

"Thank you for staying with me, Colby. It really means a lot to me. When I woke up I asked where you were." She whispers to him.

"Ah, you wanted me?" He chuckles.

"I always want you." She giggles talking about when she's scared, nervous, or in any serious situation.

Colby's heart starts to beat super fast as he makes the decision that was going to change their relationship from that moment on. She could hear he was having trouble saying something so she leaned back to look at him just for him to lean in ever so slightly till she felt the soft brush of his lips before he gently pressed his lips to hers.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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wlfhrdlover · 1 year

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Hello again ! Can you do Ajax x reader again ? when the reader have a teddy bear and he found out and she a little bit ashamed because she doesn’t want him to judge her. Please

hello! I love your ideas btw <3

MR. FLUFFY

Ajax Petropolus x gn!reader

summary: when you tried so hard to hide your teddy bear but your boyfriend found it and didn't minded it at all.

WARNINGS! none

— Where is he?- you panicked while tossing the blankets and pillows around, Ajax was coming to spend the night in your dorm, taking a chance that your roommate were out.

The thing is, Mr. Fluffy, the teddy bear that you had since 5 years old, you always loved plushies and when you went to Jericho you needed to close your eyes every time you passed by a Toy Store, because you know that if your eyes landed in a plushie you would buy it.

It wasn't something bad liking it, but after your last boyfriend and old friends laughed at it, you immediately tried to stop. You tried to hide Mr. Fluffy but you couldn't even sleep without him in your nightstand or hugging it close to your chest.

When you started dating Ajax, you always hided the teddy bear somewhere until he walked back to his dorm, you didn't wanted him to go away or make fun of you because of your childish manners.

Not that Ajax would even care about it, he was so in love with you that was kinda impossible for him to break up with you because of a simple plushie, but you didn't wanted to risk it, Ajax was way too important for you and you can't lose him.

Your heart stopped when you heard a knock at your door, you looked around and hoped that wherever that bear was, he stayed there and didn't even thought about coming out while Ajax was here.

Quickly throwing things back to place, you opened the door.

— Hey my love, you okay?- he chuckled and fixed your hair.

— Definitely, I was trying to find something- you shrugged and let him in.

— Yeah, what?- he asked smiling and you nervously laughed.

— Nothing really interesting, can you pick a movie while I shower?- you asked and he nodded taking off his jacket, you walked in the bathroom.

Ajax turned on your laptop and took off his shoes, when he sat down on your bed he saw something between your blanket.

A teddy bear, the red bow tie crooked, he chuckled softly and fixed it, he connected the pieces and figured out that you were trying to hide it from him.

Ajax decided to not embarrass you, hiding the teddy bear under the bed and picking a movie while he waited for you.

The next day, you were studying in your room when someone knocked, you made your way to the door knowing that it was Ajax.

He had a cute and kinda large box on his hands and was smiling when you opened the door.

— Hey love, can I come in?- he asked and you nodded, letting him in.

Then, you turned around and both of you stared at the same thing, Mr. Fluffy. The teddy bear staring back, he was almost laughing at your face.

— I can explain!- you quickly said and took the teddy bear, hiding it behind your back, your heart raced even more when Ajax chuckled- I'm sorry! I know it's childish, I'll donate him some day! Please don't break up with me- you panicked and tears started to prick on the corner of your eyes.

Now, Ajax panicked, his eyes widened and he quickly made his way to you.

— Oh no love, I wasn't going to break up with you, why you think that?- he asked.

— I thought you would judge me for having a teddy bear- you whispered and he smiled.

— It's adorable really, I would never break up with you because of a teddy bear, everyone had one at least one time, I mean, my mommas still keep my old toys at our house and sometimes it's creepy but comforting- you both laughed and he wiped the tear that rolled on your cheek- Don't worry about it my love, I couldn't break up with you because of something that makes you look even more lovable than you already was- he said and you relaxed- But I'm kinda upset that you never told me about it, because I would definitely show off my abilities in those carnivals we went, I would so try to win the biggest plushie for you- he said and you laughed.

— Jax, you literally missed all the balls in that clown's mouth thing- you said and he pouted.

— It was really far okay, not my fault- he joked and hugged you- Right! Look what I got for you!- he jumped and took the box.

You put Mr. Fluffy down near to your pillows again, opening the box your eyes sparkled at the thing inside of it.

— Oh my God! It's so cute!- you jumped and took a big snake plushie out of the box, it definitely reminded you of his snakes.

Ajax just admired the light on your face when you saw the plushie, taking notes to buy you more just to see your smile every time you open the box.

— Wait... oh! You... oh my God, you found Mr. Fluffy yesterday?- you widened your eyes and Ajax laughed.

— He was between your blanket, I thought that you didn't wanted me to know, so I pushed him under your bed and acted like I didn't even saw it- he said and you smacked his arm.

— Jax!- you exclaimed and he laughed more.

— Sorry my love, so... can I meet Mr. Fluffy?- he teased and you just hit him with a pillow, turning to admire the snake again, he smiled at the sight.

God, he was so in love with you.

#ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus fluff #wednesday #fluff #georgie farmer fluff #georgie farmer x reader #georgie farmer

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ownedbythescribe · 1 year

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Kaveh | Over The Shattered Glass

ıllı Synopsis: Blood seeped through the ground, and Kaveh could only see red. Will he be able to mend the relationship he broke with his own hands?

ıllı Genre: Romance, Slight Angst

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Polyamorous Relationship

ıllı Warning: Blood, Depression

ıllı Parts: Behind The Stained Glass (Part 1), Under The Glistening Glass (Alternate Ending)

ıllı A/N: I finally finished the sequel! I enjoyed writing it, but explaining the perspective of each character was difficult! I hope I was able to give this justice. Enjoy!

Life had been hectic for you and Kaveh, barely seeing each other for days due to your busy schedules. The Akademiya had commissioned him to assist in constructing homes for desert people in Caravan Ribat and, hopefully, extending the project to Aaru Village and abled camps. On the other hand, you oversaw the talks between the Eremites and the Akademiya while taking on jobs from the Temple of Silence. Only recently were you able to get the vacation you deserved.

'And the best way to spend it is with Kaveh. I can't wait to see his surprised face once I visit him!' You giddily thought, excitement coursing through your veins as you held the small bouquet and briefcase in your arms.

It took half an hour to reach Alhaitham and Kaveh's shared home. Vendors greeted you as you walked past them, offering goods which you bantered to buy after your visit. Once you reached their house, you knocked on the door. Rustles and loud banging could be heard, and when the door opened, you saw Kaveh's disheveled look. Dread filled your being, and by the looks of the bites and kiss marks that littered his neck and chest, you were not far from the truth.

"I—“ The words you tried to form were stuck in your throat, and you could feel your eyes well up. Kaveh merely stood there, frozen. He was not expecting you to visit him. Just then, another figure appeared from behind. It was Alhaitham, and he was in a similar state as your lover. You put two and two together and forced a smile.

"I see. I-I just came to give you something. I'm sorry for intruding." You dropped your gifts on the ground and swiftly trudged away from the two. Kaveh strived to hold you for a moment and explain, but the moment he touched you, hydro energy surrounded you and whipped his hand away. Tears streamed down your cheeks, unable to hold them for long. The blond tried to stutter an explanation, but the betrayal you felt was immense.

"J-Just stop. Please just stop! I thought you were any different, but you—And with the roommate you hated too. Was this a fun game to you, Kaveh?" You joked, anger lacing your words. He was taken aback by your remarks, guilt catching up to him.

Kaveh was ashamed. He could not look you in the eyes. More like he did not want to. He was afraid to see you judge him any further, but it was also his fault for giving in to temptation. He could only do one thing to keep you both from hurting any further.

"It's my fault. I think this is where we should part ways, (Y/N). I... It means that we're not just for each other." He muttered. Your body shook in anger, but you took a deep breath and glared at Kaveh and Alhaitham.

"I hate you so much, Kaveh." You uttered, leaving him for good.

You failed to see Kaveh slump to the ground the moment you left. Tears poured down his eyes as he tried to reach for your disappearing figure. Alhaitham, finally out of his stupor, tried to pull his roommate back to their house. The Kshahrewar architect wanted to push him away, but the Scribe whispered that things would escalate if they did not leave the street soon.

Kaveh forced himself to stand, stumbling upon losing energy after what transpired. He noticed your gifts, a bouquet of birds of paradise and a familiar briefcase. He took them inside and opened the case, only to see new tools for his work. You were thinking of him, even from far away, when you were not together.

Kaveh lost it.

What happened days prior felt like a fever dream. Sharply, a distinct sound of glass shattering echoed inside the hut, and a broken flask laid before you. As you lifelessly picked up the fragments of the equipment, your mind failed to register the cuts it brought. The floor, the walls, and even the the person you were talking with were painted in dull colors. It made life unbearable, and it felt like fate was mocking you by the numbness you felt as blood dripped down the floor. It was hypnotizing.

Suddenly, your hand was pulled up, and a familiar shade of emerald green and earthy brown eyes stared at you. There was fear and worry etched in Tighnari’s eyes, but you were too exhausted to think about it. Fading away felt more compelling, heavenly even. It distracted your mind from the debilitating world.

“Don’t waste your life like this, (Y/N). It’s painful to see you like this, hiding away from everyone, from the world. Talk to us. Let us be your strength.” Tighnari whimpered, breaking at the sight of your lifeless eyes. It was easier said than done. Yet at the back of your mind, you wondered if you could truly bury all the memories and feelings you shared with him to move on.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Tighnari. I-It’s difficult to get up every day. Everything I do, see or feel reminds me of Kaveh. Even staying here pains me. I want to scream at him, punch him, and blame him, but he must have his reasons, right? Please tell me….” You cried, clutching his jacket.

The fennec fox gently pulled you toward him and carried you to his bed. He asked for your hand, which you obediently gave. The blood had already dried, but he made sure to clean the wound and bandage it properly. Once done, he cradled you in his arms and let his fingers run on your hair. His brotherly instincts were activated.

“Kaveh has been stressed ever since you left. There were times that he would drink his frustrations and sorrows away. He told me he did not wish to burden you, and— I’m not supposed to say this, but he’s been reflecting on his sexual interest.” Tighnari muttered, eyes glazing over to your figure for reaction. A hint of understanding was etched on your face as you leaned on his chest for comfort.

“He started liking Alhaitham but did not want to hurt me. Am I right?” You replied. The Forest Watcher nodded.

Kaveh was overly connected with his emotions, often running on them to make decisions. It was one of the traits you loved about him. Still, it did not erase the fact that what he did destroyed your trust in him. Every day felt like it was better to drown in misery. Cyno, Collei, and Tighnari did not let that happen. You were their precious friend (maybe family at this point).

“You have the right to be angry, hurt, and every negative emotion available. But, (Y/N), you must realize that there is more to life than him. If Sumeru City is suffocating you right now, how about going to the desert for a while with Cyno? He suggested this. Don’t worry, he will not let Kaveh near you while you’re there. You can get away for now, and when you’re ready to face it, we’re always here to support you.” He whispered. Shifting around, you gave Tighnari a hug, one that resembled the warmth they gave you. You might not heal completely, but you were now willing to take the step.

“Thank you.”

After completing his project for the Akademiya, Kaveh was left to his own devices. Every day, he would stare at the flowers in his vase and wallow in misery. When the moon rose, he would sit at Lambad’s Tavern, often at secluded tables. Drink after drink, he let himself drown in grief. His crimson eyes would be rimmed red, and passersby would hear him mutter apologies. It was pitiful, really.

“I’m sorry… P-Please come back, (Y/N)… I m-miss you… I’m sorry.” He muttered. It was one of the nights he did not go to Lambad’s Tavern to drink but instead spent his time under the solemn eyes of the forest. He grabbed another cup to down as he watched the sky where thousands of stars twinkled. It reminded him of the stargazing you two had done in the past.

Kaveh stared at the night sky, reminiscing about you. He did not bother to check the rustles from behind as he knew it was Alhaitham. The Scribe silently sat beside him, noting the unhealthy bottles beside the architect. He could see his swollen eyes and unkempt hair. Kaveh was once again spiraling, but he understood why. After all, it was partially his fault that the relationship between you three was in shambles. He wished to mend it, something unusual for him to do.

“(Y/N), what are they like? I only know a few about them from Tighnari and Cyno, not to mention the short visits they make at home.” He asked. It was unsure if it was the alcohol in his system that urged him to humor the scribe, but he did.

“They’re amazing. They loved with all their heart. I was charmed by their kindness, humility, and strange wit. If you don’t know, I met them after being scammed for mora again. They chased down the scammer and scolded them before guiding them to a place where they could get help. I got my money back, but they also reprimanded me for being blind to my compassion. Then, I met them again through Cyno. They fought with elegance and ferocity that they shined brightly.” Kaveh rambled, his eyes twinkling at every memory.

Alhaitham smiled at his stories. Kaveh was madly in love with you despite his confusion over his sexual interest. He admitted that he was partially jealous of how the blond glorified you, but the scribe realized that deep within him, he also found you lovely. The first time he met you was during your first visit to his—their house. You were unsure, fidgety under his stare because you thought you had the wrong place. Kaveh checked out the door and saw you. The blond scolded Alhaitham for scaring you, but you told him it was nothing to fuss over.

“It’s nice to finally meet his roommate. Thank you for tolerating Kaveh, Alhaitham. I… Did I pronounce your name right?” You asked. As strange as it was, the ashen-haired male was frozen in his spot, but he found his momentum and gave you a curt nod. You smiled again and raised your arms to gift them your special dish. It was a lovely day at that time.

“Do you regret what happened between us?” Alhaitham reluctantly asked. Kaveh took a deep breath before letting out a shaky sigh.

“No, never. I told you about everything that night, but I also love them. You both exist equally inside me.” Kaveh confessed. He poured wine into his cup and gave it to Alhaitham, who downed it. The sounds of night critters filled the silence between them. Slowly, Kaveh felt himself drift to dreamland. He welcomed it with open arms, especially since it was the only place he could see your smile and not the hateful words that haunted him at every turn of the day.

Once he was asleep, Alhaitham cleaned up after him and carried him home. He tucked him in his bed and was about to leave when he heard him mutter your name. It strengthened his resolve. That is why two days later, you found yourself in front of the scribe in Pardis Dhyai.

“What do you want from me, Alhaitham? I can’t believe you coaxed Cyno into meeting me.” You scoffed, crossing your arms at the audacity. His teal eyes stared at your form first, noting the exhaustion on your face. You must have also been mulling over this heartbreak for a long time.

“I’m grateful you accepted my invitation to discuss matters with me. I’m sure you’re already aware it’s about your relationship with Kaveh—“ He was prolonging the talk, unlike him. You sighed internally before taking a step to silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Relax, just get to the point.” It was ironic of him to suddenly feel nervous, but he did. He sat down and suggested that you do the same, as it might take a while. You obliged. A tense atmosphere enveloped you two, but you were ready to be civilized, even just for a little bit.

Alhaitham told you that Kaveh had been living his life in anguish, regretting the day he broke up with you. He recalled the amount of wine he consumed almost daily if not for him pulling it away from his hands. You listened intently to his words. Both of you were suffering, but Kaveh also needed time away from you. Time to truly understand what he wanted in his life.

“Alhaitham, that dummy is dear to you, right? Could you tell him this? ‘Let go. Find yourself first. Once you do, come back and tell us what you want.’ Both you and I know he’s the type to mull over his emotions. We need to let him figure it out first.” You commented. The scribe was silenced for once. He was aware of the budding relationship between you three, but nothing will happen with the vagueness lingering in the boundaries you all held up.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” Alhaitham muttered. You gave him a pained smile. His affair with Kaveh was still fresh, and how he let it happen was like a jab in your side.

“I understand that rationality must have left your minds in that spur of the moment, but it was still stupid of you, Alhaitham. Borderline insane. You are attractive, but why Kaveh? Why the person I gave my whole heart to?” You asked.

“Strange, right? I love him at the same time as you did. For the better lack of term, he was the mirror I envied, and you were the enigma that brought out the beautiful emotions I craved from him. The way he talked about you made me fall for you as well. I’m so messed up.” He confessed. This was the first time you saw his vulnerability. It was so out of character for an objective person like him. But he once said that emotions get the best of people. It was this one time he let himself embrace that fact.

The atmosphere was dead once again. Only the chirp from the birds could be heard against the wind. With a sigh, you stood up and walked towards Alhaitham.

“I… will be leaving for the desert for a while. I asked the Lesser Lord for time to sort out my problems. It may seem unprofessional to take this route, but I also want time for myself. Thank you for talking to me, Alhaitham. I appreciate it.” You were about to leave when he grabbed your wrist. He had a conflicted face before he pulled you down to whisper something.

“What…?”

As if waking up from a dream, you found yourself standing mindlessly in front of a mirror. There was only darkness around, but you were not afraid. Turning your attention back to the mirror, you saw its reflection. It was the ‘you’ from months ago. The one who found life dull and dying.

“It’s good that I finally found you, (Y/N). You buried your consciousness so far from the surface.” A soft voice uttered. There was Lesser Lord Kusanali behind you.

“My Lord, what do you mean?” Your memories were a bit muddled. After the barrage of memories, the present ones were fragmented. The Dendro Archon helped recall what occurred by pointing at the mirror.

An intense fight erupted between you and the Fatui during your trip to the Fane of Parvaje. Just before subjugating the leader, you were caught off guard by a poisoned arrow coming for Kaveh. You brought him down, but it hit your sides. As much as you hid it from him, the poison was too much to bear.

“I see. So, am I dead now?” You joked. Kusanali shook her head, but she said you were on the border of it. Tipping just a little, you would have lost your life. The flashback of memories now made sense.

“What are you going to do now, (Y/N)? Will you run away again, or will you face what made you leave Sumeru City in the first place?” She bluntly asked. It made you internally laugh at her unfiltered question.

“I found my answer, My Lord. Thank you for letting me see those for the last time.” You smiled. Kusanali grabbed your hand and guided you to the light.

“They’ve been waiting for you.” She commented, happy about your decision.

“(Y/N)!”

“Kaveh! Stop spacing, or you’ll lose them for good this time.”

“I-I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“Follow me.”

‘Please, (Y/N). I haven’t told you what I want yet!’

That cruel memory lingered in Kaveh’s mind. He could still feel the amount of blood trickling down your side and the sight of the purplish skin that tainted the wound. It was a miracle that they got you to Bimarstan immediately before the poison could kill you. However, it had been a week, and you showed no sign of waking up. Considering the high poison dosage, the doctor assured him it would take time for your body to recover.

Kaveh remained by your side, not bothering to change his clothes stained with your blood. It was only when Alhaitham came and scolded him did he go home to shower. He came back to watch over your bedside, barely taking care of himself. He cradled your hand and prayed to the dendro archon for your recovery.

Alhaitham would come over after his shift, bringing food for Kaveh. He stayed not just for the architect but for you as well. The last conversation with you strengthened his resolve, and he wished to tell you that. As for Cyno and Tighnari, they visited the first week thrice. When the Forest Watcher saw the architect and the scribe, he felt anger bubble in his stomach. He would slip insults every time they struck up a conversation with him. It was until Tighnari had enough and confronted them. Guilt and shame flooded their senses, but they assured the fennec fox that they were there to correct their mistakes and tell you what they wanted.

“You better not fuck this up. They’d been nothing but considerate to the two of you. If I ever see them cry again, know that the forest will not be kind to you.” He threatened. Knowing Tighnari’s protective nature, he was dead serious about his warning.

A week and a half later, you finally woke up. The rattan ceiling of Bimarstan was recognizable, and you concluded that Kaveh and Cyno succeeded in carrying you here to get help. You tried to get up despite the weakness in your bones, only to feel a weight beside you. Kaveh was slumped on his chair, snoozing away. Heavy bags decorated the rim of his eyes.

‘He must have had sleepless nights. You dummy. You could have gone home, and they could send you a letter.’ You reached for his cheeks and caressed them lightly. It made you smile at the way his nose wrinkled. It was too cute to pass up.

“Hmm? What? (Y/N), you’re finally awake! I…” He was at a loss for words. You reached for his cheeks and stretched them.

“You could have gone home, Kaveh. It would have been more comfortable sleeping on your bed than here.” You nagged. Your eyes met his crimson eyes, which widened at the sight of tears streaming down them. He clutched your hands and thanked the archons. It must have been rough for him as it had been with you.

After his outburst, he gave you a glass of water to drink. Your throat had been parched for some time now, so his actions were greatly appreciated. He wanted to say something, but he fathomed that having the doctor check on you first was better.

“The wound is healing well. Yesterday, the results came back negative. The poison has been flushed out of your system, but your body will still need a few days to heal. We will keep you here for three more days before discharging you, Miss (Y/N).” The doctor said. You sighed in relief. You did not want to remain in the hospital anymore. You appreciated their work, but Bimarstan was just not your cup of tea.

The doctor left, and Kaveh was left under your gaze once again. He was fidgeting, unsure where to start. You wished to comfort him, but a sneeze abruptly escaped your lips. He blinked at the cute sound, making him chuckle. You blushed and covered your face at the embarrassment.

“That was too cute~ Hahaha! (Y/N), first of all, thank you. You saved my life back there, and you even made sure that everybody was safe. That was heroic of you, too kind even. I also… want to thank you for leaving those words. It gave me hope, so I strived to understand my feelings. I came to a conclusion during our travel. It made me realize that I still love you, but I also love Alhaitham. You’re both precious to me. Call me greedy, but that’s what I am right now. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings back then. I was perplexed and did not understand that liking him was normal. You know how aggravating Alhaitham can be. He’s an idiot, hardheaded, self-centered—“ He rambled. It made you smile internally.

“You’re going off the topic, Kaveh.” You interjected with a deadpan look. He blushed and coughed out the awkwardness.

“Ahem. I mean, he’s all that, yes. But then, I also saw a different side of him that people never got to see past his cold demeanor. He expresses his kindness and affection in strange ways. I slowly fell in love with that. I hope… I hope I could answer what you wished me to do back then.” Kaveh anticipated your answer.

It was nice to hear Kaveh’s honesty after months of separation. Despite the pain of the past, it was time to let that go. Holding his right hand, you tightly held it.

“I understand. I’m still unsure about this decision, but I will let us go, Kaveh.” You uttered with a solemn smile. The architect was frozen in his spot. He thought you would give him another chance, but he was too greedy. Unknowingly, he teared up at the thought of you leaving again. You were surprised, taken aback at his misery.

“Anyone would confuse your words for something else, (Y/N). You should clear that up quickly.” Alhaitham mused. You blinked at his sudden appearance before realizing that Kaveh got it all wrong. It made you laugh.

Kaveh wiped his eyes and looked at you two in confusion. The scribe merely shook his head before sitting on the other side of your bed. You told the blond about Alhaitham's suggestion months ago to enter a polyamorous relationship. It took you time to accept it, but you did not want to let the Kshahrewar graduate slip from your fingers again. Kaveh blushed at your words.

“So… you mean, you’re all right entering into a polyamorous relationship? With Alhaitham and me?” Kaveh asked, yearning to confirm if he was not dreaming about it.

You and Alhaitham lightly laughed at his relieved face. Suddenly, the scribe held your hand and asked you a question.

“Will you let me court you as well, (Y/N)?” His gentle smile made you flushed, while Kaveh whined that he was the first one who should court you. The scribe merely scoffed and pulled out bouquets of bird of paradise for the two of you.

“It looks like we will be courting each other. Hahaha! This is a bit amusing.” You grinned, eyes glazing lovingly at the flowers Alhaitham gave. What a beautiful meaning this flower carried.

“Then, I’ll be in your care, Kaveh, Alhaitham.” You voiced. They stopped their bickering and smiled at your beaming face. They held your hands and kissed them, a silent promise to keep this new relationship solid and undying.

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Mariquita

Summary:

After a long day at work, you come home to find your boyfriend in a comprising situation. Your best friend Frankie shows you how to love again.

Rating: 18+ smut smut smut

Hello everyone, rewrites for Maintainence of Love are going great. Wrote this in the meantime as Frankie has been on my mind. I hope you like it.

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Sleep, that’s all you could think about right now. You had stayed up all night studying for a test that ended up getting cancelled at the last minute and instead of going home to sleep, your boss had called you short-handed and you ended up working a double which turned into a shit show. You ended up dropping several plates, took dishes to the wrong table, and a group of teenagers decided to dine and dash and that meant you had to pay for their meals with your tip money for the night.

You were completely fed up and all you wanted to do was cuddle up on the couch with your boyfriend of two years, Matt, and watch a movie. You just hoped that your best friend and Matt’s roommate Frankie wasn’t home. It wasn’t like you had anything against Frankie. You both were super close and always hung out whether it was having lunch at school, doing homework or just needed someone to talk to when you were both feeling down. Tonight though, you just wanted to spend time with Matt. Both of your schedules had been extremely busy the last month and you rarely saw each it seemed.

Tiredly taking the keys out of your purse to Matt’s apartment, you were expecting to get a warm welcome, but instead you were greeted by darkness with the only source of light coming from beneath Matt’s bedroom door. It didn’t even look like Frankie was home either as his door was closed and his door was shut.

“Matt, honey,” you called out to him as you set your stuff down on the counter. Walking over to Matt’s door, you gave it a little knock and called out to him again, “Matt it’s me. I’m coming in.”

Just like the rest of the apartment, it was completely empty. Where the hell was, he?

You were about to turn around and leave, but a noise coming from the bathroom caught your attention, “Matt, you there?”

“H-hey babe you’re early,” you heard Matt shout from the bathroom. “I’ll be right out. Why don’t you go make us something to eat while I finish up in here.”

You couldn’t help but notice the nervous tone in his voice. “Matt, I’m super tired. Can we just order something and watch a movie. I’ve had a really bad day.”

“Umm…yeah, we can do that. Why don’t you go take care of that and I’ll be out in a minute. Order whatever you want, my treat.”

You still had an unsure feeling in the pit of your stomach, but as you turned to leave, the sound of an object falling and the sound of some sort of whispering, stopped you in your tracks, “What are you doing in there? Can you just come out here and talk to me? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” You moved closer to the door and could hear feet shuffling on the tiled floor, “Matt, what is going on?”

“I…I…I just got out of the shower okay. I don’t want to let the warm air out. You know how Frankie likes to keep the air on. Just go put that movie on and I’ll be right there.”

Again, something didn’t seem right to you. Matt was being real shady. Not caring if he was going to be mad at you, you went back over to the door and lucky or unlucky for you, the door was unlocked and when you flung it open, what you saw made your jaw drop and made your stomach sick. Standing in nothing but a towel was Matt and behind him was some blond trying unsuccessfully to climb out the bathroom window.

“Baby, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like,” Matt tried to argue, but it was too late. With tears in your eyes, you turned around to leave. However he was right behind you leaving his lady friend in bathroom, “Baby will you just stop and listen! She means nothing to me, I swear. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Will you just stop!”

He reached out and grabbed you by the arm. “Let go of me!” you shouted as you tried your best to pull away. “I don’t need to hear anything from you Matt. You are a cheating asshole. Now let me go!”

“But baby I…”

“Hey!” came a loud deep voice from the other end of the hall. You turned and saw Frankie standing there shirtless with his curly hair sticking up. It was clear that he had been in his bedroom the entire time asleep. “I believe she said to let her go Matt, so let her go now!”

Matt quickly did as he was told and took a step back holding his hands up in defense, “Okay, okay I let go. Now can we just talk about this please!”

“There is nothing to talk about Matt!” you shouted at him again not caring who heard you. “You are nothing more than a lying, dirty, nasty cheater!”

“Wait what?” Frankie asked really confused on what he walked into. “You two have been going at it for the past two hours now and now suddenly, he’s cheating? Can someone explain to me what is going on?” With all the noise he heard coming from Matt’s bedroom, it was odd to hear you fighting.

“Two hours? Two hours? You bastard! How could you?!” Your hurt turned into anger as you slapped Matt across the face.

Thankfully for him, before you could hit him again, Frankie came up from behind you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Calm down mariquita,” he whispered his nickname for you into your ear. “You need to tell me what is going on.”

“That wasn’t me, Frankie,” you told him turning around in his arms, your tears streaming down your face. “I’ve been at work all day. This dumbass told me to come over after work and now when I’m totally drained, I find him sneaking his tramp out the bathroom window.”

“Hey who are you calling a tramp?” Matt’s mistress finally spoke up as she poked her head out from his room. Guess her window escape didn’t work after all.

“You fucking slut, you don’t get to talk!” Your eyes grew red with rage as you rushed the homewrecker. You got close enough to almost snatch her hair before Frankie grabbed you again, “You’re lucky Frankie is here otherwise I would rip that fake ass wig off your head!”

The blond flinched and quickly ran to hide behind Matt which angered you further. But before you could attack again, Frankie spoke up being the voice of wisdom, “Look if you value your life, I would get the hell out of here. I don’t think I can keep holding her back for much longer and when I do let go, I’m not liable for what she may do to you.” With fear in her eyes, the blond seemed to get the point, because she ran out of the apartment in the blink of an eye.

Once she was gone, Matt tried to smooth things over, “Look baby I…”

“Such your damn mouth,” Frankie snapped at him as he let you go. He then slowly stalked Matt, cornering him up against the wall, towering over him with his massive frame.

The image stirred something deep inside of you. Seeing Frankie in his protective mode with his muscles tensing up was enough to make your mouth water. You couldn’t help but feel those feelings that you stored away start to creep up.

“You lost the right to call her baby when you decided to stick that pathetic excuse that you call a dick into another woman. You’re lucky I don’t beat the living fuck out of you right now,” Frankie hissed at him.

Beads of sweat began to run down Matt’s face as he tried to think of a way out the situation, he found himself in. “Okay, look, I made a mistake, I’ll admit that. I’m not going to deny it anymore, but I promise you that this was the one and only time that I cheated. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you give me another chance, I promise you that this will never happen again.”

You walked up to him and laughed, “You honestly think I would still want to be with you Matt. You broke my heart. Was I not good enough for you? Did I not satisfy you enough that you had to go find it in someone else? I fucking gave you everything Matt and all you did was rip my heart out. I…I never want to see again, and I hope you rot in hell.” Not being able to hold your tears back anymore, you turned and ran into Frankie’s room to get away. You didn’t want him to you shed anymore tears on him.

So consumed in your feelings and trying to process everything that just happened, you didn’t hear the thump of heavy footsteps coming into the bedroom or the bed sink as Franke sat down next to your shaking body. “Shit mariquita, c’mere,” he sighed sympathetically as he pulled your limp body into his arms. “Just let it out mariquita, just let it out. I got you.”

“I loved him, Frankie. I loved him.”

“I know you did. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“Am...am I an idiot? Am I unlovable? Why does everyone I love hurt me and leave!”

Sitting you up a little bit more, Frankie took your chin into his hand and lifted your head. “Look at me mariquita, look at me. Never say that about yourself ever again. You are not an idiot, and you are worthy of love. Never sell yourself short like that again. Do you understand me? I’m still here and I am not going anywhere.”

You looked up into those big brown puppy dog eyes that you loved so much and saw that dimple that drove you crazy peeking out. The first time you saw it, you went in the knees. Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you couldn’t help but notice his facial hair had started to grow in except for a patch that was shaped like a heart. You don’t know why you didn’t notice that before, but now it was forever sealed in your memory. “Frankie?

“Yeah?”

“Promise me…promise me that you won’t ever leave me.”

“I just said…”

“No, I mean promise me that you won’t. It’s one thing to say that, but it’s another to promise me that you’ll always be there no matter what.” If Frankie were to leave, you might as well be non-existent.

Taking your hand into his, Frankie brought it up to his bare chest and placed it over his heart, “Mariquita, I, Francisco Morales, promise you that I will never ever leave you or do anything to hurt you. I will always be there no matter what. You are my best friend in the entire world, and you forever changed my life when you chased me around bio lab with a tub full of ladybugs.” That’s where your nickname Mariquita came from. He let it slip that he was afraid of bugs, and you were quick to exploit his fear in a funny joking way.

He then leaned down and rested his forehead on yours and looked deeply into your eyes. You could see his mind running a thousand miles a minute. His words were so beautiful, and you knew he meant every word he said. He would never lie to you, and he would never hurt you. Frankie Morales was a very good man.

“Thank you, Frankie. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime Mariquita and for the record, you will find someone out there that deserves you. Someone that will treat you with respect, someone that will marry you, and give you the family that you have always wanted. He is out there. Sometimes you just gotta look right in...”

Unfortunately, he was cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing. “Was that...was that Matt?”

“It better be. I told that jackass that he had five minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, and get out,” Frankie huffed. “He is lucky that I didn’t kiss his goddamn ass.”

“As much as I would like to see that, he’s your roommate Frankie. You said it yourself; you can’t afford the rent on this place by yourself.” You didn’t want to see Frankie struggle just because Matt was an idiot.

Frankie just started to laugh as a naughty grin appeared on his face, “Well it’s a good thing I’m moving then. Already talked to the landlord and paid what I owed for the rest of this month. Come the first of the month, Matt is going to have a few more problems. I was going to let him know in the morning, but now, I guess he is going to have to find out the hard way.”

Leave it Frankie to always blow your mind. “What do you mean you’re moving? To where and why?”

“I’m not going that far. A friend of mine told me about an apartment that was available. It is way cheaper and closer to you actually.”

“Closer? How close?”

That damn dimple appeared again as Frankie bit his lower lip, “Say maybe two floors below you.”

Your eyes grew wide and without thinking you threw your arms around his neck, “Oh my gosh, are you serious? You’re really moving into my building?”

“Yep, already signed a lease and everything. All I have to do is pack and I’m out of here.”

“I’m so happy for you Frankie! Now we’ll be able to see more of each other. I bet you can’t wait to have your own bachelor pad. All the girls are going to want to come over,” You didn’t know why you said the last part and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the thought of seeing Frankie with another girl.

Frankie shook his head and nervously ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m just to busy with work these days and besides, there is a particular girl that I’m interested in.”

“Umm...excuse me,” you said in disbelief. Frankie usually told you everything, but this, this was new. “What girl, do I know her?”

“I mean you might. We do have a few classes together. I...I really have feelings for her that I didn’t know existed. She is the definition of perfect. She is smart, funny, beautiful, all of it. She knows what she wants in life and isn’t afraid of taking chances and doing what she loves. When we talk, I feel like she fully understands me and actually listens to what I have to say. There is just one problem.”

“A problem? How can there be a problem? It sounds like you’re really in love there Morales,” you tried your best to keep your jealousy and hurt at bay. It was obvious he was in love. You could see it on his face when he was talking about this mystery girl.

“The problem is that she just broke up with her long-time boyfriend. I don’t want to tell her how I feel and push her into anything before she heals from her breakup. Not to mention, she doesn’t even know that I have feelings for her,” Frankie sighed.

You reached out and took his hand into yours, “Damn Frankie, yeah that’s a tough one. You’re right in not wanting to push her into anything, but you can’t deny your feelings either. You need to tell her how you feel. Maybe let her know that even if she doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings, you will be there to support her through her breakup as a really good friend. Because let’s face it Frankie, you are one of the greatest friends in the world. You are always so supportive.”

“Do...do you think that will work? It won’t scare her away?”

“I mean it may startle her at first, but I’m sure if she is how, you describe her, she will understand. If someone came up to me right now and told me there was another person out there that wanted me besides Matt, that was willing to be there for me and show me how to love again, I would certainly want to know. It would make me feel less like a loser right now. It would give me hope,” you smiled sadly.

Once again Frankie tilted your head up to look like him, “Hey don’t say that, Mariquita. You have no reason to feel that way remember. Matt is the one that messed up not you. You are so strong mariquita and you deserve nothing but happiness and...and...”

“And what?”

“Love mariquita, you deserve nothing but love,” he then got down on his knees in front of you.

“Frankie, what are you doing?”

“Listening to your advice,” Frankie whispered to you. “Mariquita, I have a confession to make. I love you. I always have and I always will. I loved you from the very first time that I laid my eyes on you. You are so kind to everyone you meet; your laugh brightens up the room, and you know how to make people feel special in the world. Matt fucked up and fucked up bad. He let go the greatest opportunity of a lifetime. He lost the opportunity of spending the rest of his life with you. He lost the chance to marry you and make your wildest dreams come true. I can do that for you, mariquita and more. All you have to do is give me a chance. And I know you may not feel the same way as me but...”

You cut him off, your lips smashed against his, causing both of you to fall to the floor. At first Frankie was completely shocked, but as you kept kissing him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him a little more, making you grind on him. “Fuck Frankie,” you gasped breaking the kiss.

“I..shit, I’m sorry,” he began to apologize and tried to wiggle out from beneath you. You could see panic start to kick in.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you tried to calm him. “I was the one that kissed you remember. You have nothing to be sorry for Frankie. But...but is what you said true. Do you really love me?”

Frankie with his arms still wrapped around you, sat up trying carefully to not knock you off his lap, “Yes mariquita, I meant it all. My biggest regret in life was introducing you to Matt. When he told me that you two were dating, I was devastated. I knew that it should have been me and not him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything Frankie? I was only interested in Matt because I thought you didn’t want me,” you sighed.

“Are...are you serious?” Frankie cocked his eyebrow in the way that drove you crazy.

“Yes, Frankie, you are every woman’s dream. You listen to everything I have to say, and you remember every detail. You know exactly what to do when I’m feeling down. You watch sappy rom coms with me, and you even know what snacks to bring me when I’m on my period for crying out loud. You got it all Frankie and not to mention, you are really freaking hot.”

A blush came upon Frankie’s cheeks, “You...you think I’m hot?”

“God yes Frankie! Those damn eyes of yours get me in trouble every time I look at you. However, the thing that drives me crazy the most, is how big you are.” Frankie raised his eyebrow again and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Not like that weirdo. I mean like how big you are body wise. I love how you tower over me and make me feel small yet make me feel so protected all at once. I love how you wrap your arms around me and keep me warm. Not even Matt could do that, Frankie. Deep down I’ve always knew you were the one for me.”

You could feel Frankie’s heart beating out of his chest as you ran your hands up his torso and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his. “Can...can I kiss you again?” he asked softly. You slowly nodded as your voice suddenly got lost. You could see his brown eyes start to darken.

Pulling your head down to him, Frankie firmly placed another kiss on your lips. Fireworks began to go off in your mind. It was like everything stopped and you were the only ones that existed on the planet. Parting your lips slightly, you allowed his very eager tongue entrance and just like the first kiss, Frankie pulled you closer to him causing you to grind on his growing length. Just from the feeling of it against the hem of your jeans, you could tell that he was certainly gifted. The thought alone was enough to make your panties wet.

“F...Frankie,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yes mariquita?”

“I...I...I need you.”

Hearing that caused Frankie to pull away to make sure he heard you correctly, “Wh...what? Are you sure? We don’t need to do this now. I can wait.”

Fuck, his care, and concern for you was such a turn on. Reaching down to the hem of your shirt, you pulled the material off over your head, revealing your bra covered breasts underneath. You knew your words would be enough to convince him, but you wanted to show him how much you needed him. “I’ve never been more sure in my life Frankie, please.”

Without any hesitation, Frankie smashed his lips against yours once again before kissing him way up your jaw to your ear, “You are so fucking beautiful Mariquita. I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”

He then pushed your bra strap down as he bit and sucked on the base of your neck doing his best to mark you as his and you didn’t mind one bit. Wanting to feel more of his mouth on you, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra letting your bare breasts fall free.

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie moaned once he saw what you had done. “They’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect and all for me,” he then leaned down and one breast into his mouth while he circled the hardening nipple of the other. You loved the way he held them in his massive hands.

“Shit Frankie” you cried out at the sensation. If his mouth felt this great on your tits, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the loss of the feeling. “Don’t worry mariquita, I’ll make you feel good again. Finish getting undressed and get on the bed.”

You felt a rush if wetness hit your panties. His dominant tone came out of nowhere and you absolutely loved it. Standing on shaky legs, you did want you were told and began to take off your jeans. You fumbled with the button at first but once you popped it open and pulled down the zipper, you turned around slowly pulled them down your ass, giving Frankie a show of the red laced thong underneath.

You didn’t even hear him come up from behind as a sharp slap on your ass cheek cause you to gasp and jump back into him. “Mmm...do you know what you are doing to me,” he groaned into your ear as he grinded against your ass.

“Like what you see Papi,” you giggled pushing back against him.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You’re so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess,” he replied running his hand down your torso till he reached your covered sex. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I’ve had dreams of this and had to wake up and fuck my hand because of you. Fucking Temptress.”

He then dipped his hand inside feeling the soft skin of your pussy against his hand. You thanked the stars that you had shaved that morning. “Relax mariquita, let me feel how wet you get for me,” he coached you as he spread your lips and ran his finger against your leaking entrance. You felt him slip his middle finger inside of you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and throw your head back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, open up for me.”

“F...fuck Frankie!”

“It’s okay Mariquita, I got you. It’s okay to let go for me. I wanna hear you come for me. Just let go,” he then pushed his palm down roughly against for clit. The added pressure caused that warm tingling sensation began to rise in the pit of your stomach. You began to thrust your hips into his hand as he added another finger and increased his pace.

“F...Frankie, I’m...I’m gonna come...”

“Good girl, that’s right. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.”

Hearing Frankie’s words of encouragement was enough to push you ever the edge. You came hard, screaming his name in pleasure. You pussy gripping his fingers tight, “Frankie!”

He didn’t stop until you were completely spent. His arm had come around you and held you upright, so you didn’t fall to the floor. “That was amazing mariquita. You did so good, and you taste amazing,” through your semi closed eyes, you watched as he sucked your release off his fingers, not wasting one bit. “Now get those panties off and get into bed. We aren’t finished yet.”

Doing what you were told, you dropped the remainder of your clothing and got into his bed spread out as you impatiently waited for him. Frankie walked over to the side of the bed slowly like a lion stalking his prey as he rubbed himself through his shorts. You could see the head of him peaking out and smearing pre cum all over the hairs of his happy trail. He gave himself one more good stroke before he stopped and pushed his shorts down to the floor.

“Jesus, Frankie,” you gasped as you saw him for the first time, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. He was long, thick, and so engorged that you could see the veins bulging out. You wanted nothing more than to take him down your throat just to see if you could do it. Frankie Morales was definitely the biggest that you had.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded in response. Frankie scooted close to you and parted your legs to take a real good look at your pussy. He let out a deep groan as it was glistening in the light with a rosy, pink hue to it. Your lips were plump, and he could see your clit crying out for his attention. “Last chance mariquita, are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes Frankie please. I want, no need, you to fuck me please!”

“Good girl, just let me know if it gets too much for you,” he parted your legs further so he can climb in between them with his massive frame. Taking second with his head between your legs, he bent down and gave your pussy a good lick, lapping up some of your juices. “Damn,” he groaned loving the way it tasted. “I want to eat you till you scream, but I don’t think I can last much longer. Want you so bad, mariquita.”

“Then have me,” you replied as you pulled him up to you.

“We’ll go slow okay. It will feel good, I promise,” he leaned down and gave you one last kiss before he reached down in between you and placed himself at your entrance. As he slowly pushed himself inside, you couldn’t help but wince at his size stretching you open. “Breathe, mariquita, breathe, almost there,” he whispered kissing below your ear.

You took a deep breath and tried your hardest to relax as you felt yourself becoming more and more full. Soon the stretching and the stinging began to fade, and your body responded by thrusting up against him as Frankie buried himself fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes Frankie, but please move. I need you to move!”

Frankie chuckled nipping at your chin and did what he was told. He pulled himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward, burying himself again. This was the pace and the rhythm that he kept for a while, leaving squirming underneath.

“Please”

“Please what? Tell me what you need?”

“Need…need you to move faster please.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frustratedly took his face into his and looked deep into his eyes, “For the thousandth time Frankie, yes, I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Now will you please fuck me. Make me yours.”

That seemed to light a fire under him because without warning, he took your hands into his raised them over your head before he started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like this?”

“God yes Frankie! Just like that, just like that!”

“You’re so fucking tight mariquita. Gripping me so tight. Wanna feel you cum all around me. Can you that for me?”

You knew you were almost there, but needed a little more help reaching that limit, “Need you to touch me, Frankie. Please touch my clit.”

“Show me how mariquita. Show me how to touch you.”

You took his hand and brought it down to your throbbing clit showing how you liked to be touch. The added pressure from both of your hands was enough to send you over the top. “I’m…I’m going to cum Frankie. Don’t stop!”

“Never, mariquita. Now cum for me.”

That was all you needed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and your toes curled. “Oh, shit Frankie!”

“Fuck yeah, I feel you. Gripping me so good mariquita,” Frankie groaned into your shoulder. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “I’m gonna cum soon. Where do I…”

“In me,” You cut him off. “Want it inside. I’m on the pill Frankie I swear. Feel me up please!”

That set him off and after a few sloppy thrusts, he slammed into you one last time before he came filling you to the brim, “Shit mariquita.”

You laid there in pure orgasmic bliss. Frankie’s added cum to your already full pussy was pure heaven. Everything at that moment felt right. Just you and him.

“You…you, okay?” he checked in as he tried lifted his tired head up to look at you.

“I’m fine baby. That…that was incredible. As much as love feeling you on me, it’s getting kind of hard to breath,” you chuckled.

“Oh, shit sorry.”

Both of you hissed as his cock and both your combined spent spilled out of you. Frankie sat there for a second feeling proud at the sight. He didn’t even care you were spilling onto his sheets. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

Your face grew red as you tried to hide your face in his pillow, “You’re just saying that cause I’m naked in your bed.”

“That might play a role in it yes, but I really do mean it mariquita. You’re just so damn gorgeous,” he smiled with that damn dimple again. “Are you sure it was okay for me to…you know? I can go run to the pharmacy and get something.”

You sat up and placed your fingers on his lips, “There is no need, Frankie. I swear to you that I’m on the pill. I trust you and to be perfectly honest, that was the first time for me.”

“You mean Matt…”

“Never,” you cut him off again. “I always made him use a condom. You were my first.”

That filling of pride filled Frankie again and you swore you saw his chest puff out a little. “I love you mariquita. You mean the world to me.” “I love you to Frankie and thank you, thank you for always being there for me and for showing me how real love is supposed to feel like.”

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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First date jitters

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | During your first date with Chris, you notice he is very nervous. He keeps accidentally knocking things over and spilling things, but he doesn't want to admit it's because this is his first date in many years.

WARNING(S) | None.

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''Hi, I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you!'' you say when you are approached by your blind date. ''H-hey, I'm Chris, it's nice to meet you too,'' he says, giving you a little bit of a trembling handshake, he isn't exactly used to going on blind dates. He figured that now that he has passed the age of 40, he wanted someone to settle down with. Even though there were more than enough men and women to choose from, he hadn't found the perfect match yet, and he was starting to be afraid he would never find that person. ''How are you today?'' you ask him, giving him a soft reassuring smile. ''Uh, g-good,'' he stutters and it earns a small chuckle from you, he's adorable like this.

''You?'' he asks, he tries to keep his answers short so you won't notice how nervous he is. ''I'm good, but a little nervous to be completely honest with you. Haven't been on a date for a long time, so it's a bit of an adjustment,'' you explain, and you think back to your ex-husband, or more what he has done to you to make you feel like you didn't deserve to be loved again. ''I do think it's nice to have a fresh start though, after my divorce I haven't been out of the house all that much, so after many demanding texts from Scott I decided to finally take him up on his offer to set me up on a blind date,'' you ramble, but you suddenly feel like you're talking way too much. ''Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous...'' you say and a blush forms on your face, making Chris chuckle a little in return.

''It's okay, I think it's cute,'' he says and your cheeks turn from a slight pink flush to a deep crimson red at the compliment, you haven't heard someone call you cute in literal years, you can't even recall the last time you had one to begin with. ''Oh, uh, thank you...'' you say and you look down to your menu, trying to pick yourself back together and not act like a teenage girl. ''You're welcome,'' Chris says and he was reaching out for your hand, but in his clumsiness and nerves, he knocked over the big carafe of water, which went flying over your side of the table and all over your blue sundress. ''Oh fuck!'' Chris said and he quickly got up, grabbing some napkins and helping you dry off your side of the table. When you want to get up you knock your head against his jaw, making you wince in pain.

''Oh god, I-, I'm really sorry!'' Chris quickly mutters before a waitress comes over to help and takes over the cleaning before a real accident happens. ''It's okay guys, I got it. If you want you can go to the bathroom and clean up,'' she offers and you agree. ''I'm sorry Chris, I'll be right back,'' you say as you get up and grab your purse, realizing it is also filled with water now. ''Oh god...'' you mutter as you fish your phone out of your purse, completely soaked and broken now. You make a face at it that is a combination of sadness and disgust, realizing you now have to buy a new phone. ''Chris, is it okay if I maybe use your phone? I would like to call my roommate so they can bring by a dry set of clothes,'' and he agrees handing you his phone after unlocking it.

It's a good thing you have Sebastian's phone number memorized, otherwise, you would be in a lot of trouble. You call him after going into the bathroom and after the third ring he picks up. ''Hello?'' he says. ''Hey Seb, it's me. I need your help, can you maybe bring by some dry clothes and a dry purse too?'' and he bursts out in laughter. ''Oh god Y/N, what happened?!'' he asked while he went to collect some clothes. He picked out a simple outfit that could still work with the heels you're wearing and got ready to go to the restaurant. ''Well, Chris knocked over the big carafe of water on the table and it went all over me...'' you said, softly chuckling. ''Oh god, did you finally find someone even clumsier than you?!'' Sebastian asked and you laughed, admitting that you probably did. ''I'll be there in 10,'' he said before hanging up.

You walked out of the bathroom where you've managed to clean and dry yourself a little bit and back to Chris, giving him back his phone. ''Thanks, my roommate will be here in 10 minutes, so if it's okay I'd prefer to wait in the bathroom,'' you said, and he agreed. ''It's okay, and I'm sorry again, I don't know why this is happening...'' he said. You put your hand on his shoulder and gave a small reassuring squeeze. ''It's okay Chris, it happens to the best of us,'' you told him and went back to the bathroom, he couldn't help but look at you as you walked back in there to wait for your roommate. He lets out a little sigh of relief, he was pretty sure you'd be running away by now, but he's glad you didn't, and for once he's glad Scott set him up on a date.

Just like promised, Sebastian walked into the restaurant ten minutes later with your clothes, and a bag to put your wet clothes in for him to take back. ''Excuse me, I'm here to drop off some clothing for my roommate, her date spilled water over hers. And since I can't go into the bathroom, could you hand this to her?'' he asked a waitress and she agreed. Chris heard and looked over to see Sebastian. You didn't mention you had a male roommate, and he couldn't help but feel jealous now. A few minutes later you walked out in your other outfit, still looking stunning. ''Thanks, Seb, it means a lot that you came by. I'll talk to you later,'' you said before handing him the bag and hugging him. ''No problem doll, see you later,'' he said and with a last smile, he walked back out the door.

''I'm so sorry Chris, I promise I won't be gone so long anymore after this!'' you said laughing, and Chris couldn't help but let out his jealousy. ''You didn't mention your roommate was a guy...'' he said, his jaw slightly clenched, he didn't look you in the eye, instead looking somewhere next to your head in the distance. ''Oh, it honestly didn't occur to me to tell you, he's been my roommate for the last few years, guess I'm just so used to him being around. But if it makes you feel any better, he isn't into women, so you won't have to be worried about him,'' you said with a wink, making Chris sigh with relief once again. ''Oh, well that honestly does make me feel better,'' he said with a shy smile.

''Let's order now, shall we? I'm pretty hungry now!'' you say and Chris agrees, looking over the menu but he already knew what he wanted to do. He would wait for you to order and then get the same thing as you because he wasn't the best at making choices in these situations. ''Hm, I think I'm going for the pasta with salmon, it sounds delicious,'' you tell him and you rub your belly, already looking forward and feeling hungry. ''I think I'll get the same,'' Chris said, giving you a little smile again. ''So, how do you know Scott?'' he asked and you went on a ramble talking about how the both of you met during a party once and became friends after that. You occasionally see each other and he has been wanting to set you up on a blind date for a while. ''And how do you know him?'' you ask, right before your food arrives.

The waiter also brings you both a glass of white wine which you ordered, and you cheer before eating. ''On a nice evening with an amazing lady,'' Chris said, softly cheering his glass against yours. When he said that you turned bright red and you put your glass down a little too hard, almost spilling some of the wine out of your glass. ''Oh goodness, we really should be careful!'' you say and laugh wholeheartedly, and Chris can't help but laugh too, enjoying being with you right now. ''So, how do you know Scott?'' you asked again after taking a bite of your pasta. ''Actually, he's my brother and he tried to set me up for the longest time too, something tells me this was his whole plan all along,'' he said and it makes sense, they share a lot of similarities.

The rest of the meal goes on without too many problems, which is something both of you are very thankful for. ''Shall we get some ice cream? I know a great place nearby,'' Chris offers and you gladly accept. ''I love ice cream, so I will never say no to that!'' you say with a grin on your face. Chris goes to pay and gives an extra big tip to the waitress who helped both of you after your earlier mishap. When you walk out the door he extends his arm and you hook your arm through his. Sebastian didn't bring you a jacket earlier so you're a little cold now. ''Here, you can use my jacket,'' Chris said and he took his off, hanging it over your shoulders and softly brushing your hair out of your neck so it isn't stuck underneath. His fingers softly brush your neck, leaving goosebumps in their path.

''Thank you,'' you say with a soft voice, and hook your arm in his again. Whilst doing that, you miss a loose stone in the pavement and you trip, but before you can completely face plant into the stones, Chris caught you in his strong arms. ''Careful now, I wasn't planning to spend my evening in the ER!'' he said laughing, and you couldn't help but laugh either. ''Well, at least we're both clumsy...'' you say as you continue your way to the ice cream parlor. ''What flavor are you getting?'' you ask Chris, but he isn't sure. ''What about you? Maybe I'll just take the same as yours again,'' he said. ''We could share if you want. I don't mind sharing ice cream with a lovely gentleman,'' you say, giving him a soft smile when you look at him. He couldn't resist and put a soft kiss on your cheekbone. ''You're lovely too,'' he said, and then it was your turn.

The both of you decide to share 3 scoops of watermelon ice cream, which is your favorite. Chris wants to pay for it, but you didn't let him, ''You paid for dinner, so it's only fair I get dessert!'' and this is the exact moment Chris knew he found the woman of his dreams. ''I love you...'' he murmured and you didn't quite hear it. ''What did you say?'' you ask him, and he's embarrassed so instead he said ''I love this flavor!'' to not embarrass himself even further. The two of you find a bench outside to sit and you sit down nice and close to Chris, and he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you even closer. You put your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh of contentment, feeling like you finally found the place where you belong. Chris scoops up a bite of ice cream and raises it to your lips.

You open your mouth and gladly accept the ice cream, letting out a soft moan when the taste hits your tongue. ''Hmm, amazing as always,'' you say and Chris turns bright red when he hears your moan. Next up you try to feed him a bit as well but it doesn't go according to plan and it lands on his shirt instead of in his mouth. ''Oh my god! Why can't I even feed someone ice cream?!'' you say frantically before getting a napkin and cleaning his shirt. ''It's okay, it's only payback for the water I spilled on your dress earlier!'' Chris said and you both burst out in a fit of laughter. After that, you manage to finish the ice cream without any accidents and some light conversation, and it is time to go home. He walks you back to your apartment like a true gentleman.

You go and take off his coat, giving it back to him. ''Oh no, you can give it back at our next date,'' he said, feeling a little bold now that the most nerves were gone. ''So there will be a next date?'' you asked with a shy voice, you didn't want to assume, but you hoped. ''If you'd have me,'' he said with a smirk and you agreed. ''I'd love to go on another date with you, Chris,''. You looked into his eyes and your eyes flicked down to his lips, softly leaning in. Just when your lips brush past each other you hear your front door open and Sebastian stands there so you quickly pull back. ''Oh shit, I heard some noises out here so I thought I'd check-'' is all he could manage to say before you pushed him back inside and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed Chris put his hand on your cheek and leans in for the kiss again, this time putting a soft, slow kiss on your lips with all the promises for the future he can portray with it. ''I can't wait to see you again,'' he said as he put his forehead against yours. ''Neither can I,'' you say and you give him one more kiss on his cheek before he turns around. ''Wait, how can I reach you now? My phone is broken and-'' ''Look inside the pocket,'' he said and he walked away, giving you one last glance. You reached into the right pocket and found a piece of paper with his number on it. ''Please call me if you want to know more about how clumsy I am,'' it said in his handwriting, and a little heart next to it. You let out a little chuckle and you hear the door open again, Sebastian pulling you into the apartment by your arm. ''So? How was it!?'' he asked. ''It was perfect,'' you said with a smile full of love.

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irismoon94 · 1 year

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insufferably yours

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: In which you hate your roommate, Eddie Munson, and he seems to have it out for you.

Which fucking sucks since you're snowed in together during a sudden blizzard.

It can't be that bad though, can it?

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! enemies to lovers, rough sex, dubcon fantasy, mild bloodplay, mild cumplay, explicit language, face slapping, biting, scratching, pet names, femdom with a bit of switching.

A/N: I’m trying to work on a Kas!Eddie fic, but she a big bitch and this idea wormed it’s way into my little head after my friend came up with the prompt. My first little foray into enemies to lovers and tbh I really enjoyed it.

Part two | Part three chapter one | Part three chapter two coming soon

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You hated each other. There was no way around it. But your lease wasn’t up for another eight months, and subleasing was not something you could manage right now, so you fucking dealt with him and his fucking bullshit.

You dealt with the stink of weed that seemed to radiate from his room no matter how much air freshener you sprayed in the hallway to try and keep it at bay. You dealt with the heavy metal music he played at a volume level that wouldn’t get him kicked out but was still loud enough to grate at your nerves while you were trying to sleep and his insomnia was keeping him up at ungodly hours. You dealt with his snarky fucking attitude he seemed to wear like one of his band tees, abrasive and off putting, whenever you had the misfortune of having to talk to him about rent or chores, or the occasional suggestion that he wear the headphones that he literally had resting on top of his piece of junk tape deck and never seemed to use.

You dealt with all of Eddie’s stupid fucking habits and character traits that made you want to pull out your hair at any given moment, and you were counting down the days until you were able to move out and into your own place that you were desperately saving up for.

But today, he was well and truly testing the limits of your patience and it was beginning to feel like he was doing it intentionally. Like he blamed you for the sudden blizzard that had snowed in Indy for the past couple of days, and it was your fault that the two of you were forced to be in proximity to each other until it blew over. That damned music thudded through the wall you shared, and every time he left his room, he would leave his door open so it sounded just a bit louder until he returned and slammed the door closed again.

You tried to be cordial at first, knocking on his door and asking in a polite but loud voice to turn it down a bit so you could try and at least focus on your biology paper while there wasn’t much else to do, but whether or not he heard your request, he didn’t oblige and his music remained at the same volume. You’d scoffed and smacked the door angrily before heading back to your room and doing what he refused to do instead, popping a cassette into your walkman and pulling on your headphones to try and block out the noise in the meantime. Turning up the volume as loud as you could bear and cover the background noise, you got to work on your essay.

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Two hours later, after explaining three of the seven stages of mitosis, you could feel the start of a headache beginning to squeeze behind your eyes and you took it as a sign that you needed a break. Mindful of the cords, you leaned back in your chair and reached your arms above your head in a stretch before pulling the headphones down to hang around your neck. You rolled your eyes when you heard the music coming from Eddie’s room was still just as loud as it had been since that morning. Changing out the cassette tape and replacing your headphones over your ears, you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some Excedrin to try and knock out the headache before it could grow into a migraine.

Popping the white pills and chasing it with a generous swallow of icy water, you leaned against the kitchen counter for a moment to glare at Eddie’s door, trying to think of an idea of how to secretly get back at your roommate for being such a massive dick while the two of you were trapped in your apartment. Your plans were interrupted when his door suddenly swung open to reveal him glaring at a notebook with such intensity, you couldn’t help but wonder what could possibly be on its pages that made him look so frustrated. He drifted forward, doing a double take when he noticed you occupying the kitchen already, watching him suspiciously. He gave a small smirk before clapping the notebook shut and saying something that you weren’t able to hear over Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face.

“Wait, hold on, a second, Jesus.”, you said, tugging your headphones around your neck again irritatedly before asking him, “Now what did you say, Munson?”

“I said, ‘What, you don’t like Black Sabbath or something, Princess?’”, he repeated, smirk widening at your visible distaste for the pet name he’d given you after one of your first disagreements.

“Don’t really care who you’re listening to, but it’s a little frustrating when it’s so loud I can’t even hear myself think, Munson. Some of us have things to do that require the utmost concentration, something that is difficult to achieve when their walls are shaking.”, you said with sneer. “I still don’t understand how we’ve yet to receive any noise complaints from the neighbors.”

“Careful room selection.”, he replied, smugly.

“Huh?”, you asked, not caring to hide your confusion at his vague statement.

“Careful. Room. Selection.”, he repeated, punctuating each word like you were stupid, earning himself a sharp glare before explaining further. “It’s not that difficult, Princess. We have a corner apartment, and my room is in said corner, with plenty of buffer space between it and the walls we share with the neighbors.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief.

“Did you seriously just call my room ‘buffer space’, you fucking moron?”, you spat incredulously.

Instead of answering, Eddie merely tilted his head up so he was looking down his nose at you, the shit eating look on his face only growing increasingly more arrogant.

The urge to say something particularly hateful rose in your mind, but you quickly clamped your mouth closed and stared him down instead. You’d already given him more than enough satisfaction at the knowledge that he’d successfully gotten under your skin so easily, and you weren’t about to give him anymore. His brand of emotional terrorism combined with the throbbing in your skull was a potent mixture that had your blood boiling to the point of you considering physical violence as well, so you gave him a tight lipped smile before skirting past him and back into your room.

Slamming your door, you threw yourself onto your bed and grabbed a pillow, shoving your face into it before letting out a muffled, frustrated scream that left your throat a little ragged. It helped soothe your nerves a bit, but your head pulsated painfully as well, sapping you of the energy to remain as mad as you’d been just a few moments ago. Rolling over onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling as you heard Eddie return to his own room as well, his door closing more gently than yours had.

To your surprise and begrudging appreciation, you heard the song that had been playing lower in volume, though not by much. But it was enough to make it so you could listen to your own music at a more tolerable level as well. Deciding a nap was needed to quell the budding migraine making its home in your temple, you switched off your lamps and pulled your curtains closed against the watery winter light before settling under your covers and closing your eyes as Andante, Andante started to play softly in your ears.

———

A few hours later, you woke up in a haze, feeling heavy and warm under your blankets, and delighted to find the headache gone as your consciousness slowly returned to you. You quickly realized your headphones had gone askew on your head when you heard the increasingly familiar bass line of Holy Diver coming through the walls. You let out a heavy sigh, but resigned yourself to deal with it, since out of all of Eddie’s band preferences, Dio was the most tolerable.

Snuggling further into your blankets, you hummed at the pleasant cocoon of warmth around you, more than complacent to remain in it for a while yet and maybe even doze off again should sleep come over you again. Certainly wouldn't hurt with odd hours Eddie had been keeping anyways, you being an unwilling victim of his sleeplessness as well.

A spark of irritation ignited in you at the realization that your roommate was beginning to occupy your thoughts more often than you'd prefer as of late, making your cheeks warm in exasperation. It was annoying if you were honest with yourself, that of all the men in your life, Eddie Munson, douchebag extraordinaire, was the one you were thinking about on a frequent enough basis that you should probably consider it a problem.

Not that you thought about him in that way. Well. Maybe a couple times. But only when you’d been wine drunk and alone because he was out of the apartment playing with his band or playing that dumb tabletop game that you overheard him talk about on the phone with his friends when they were planning a game night. But that was besides the point, because you hate him, and even you were allowed to have a couple lapses of judgment from time to time.

The couple of fantasies you’d had were more out of desire to put him in place, maybe humiliate him a little while you took physical and emotional satisfaction from it. It wouldn’t be nice, it would be mean and rough, and it would probably leave you both bruised and maybe a little bloody.

The thought made you shiver.

It only took you a second to decide that his music was still loud enough before you were sliding your hand under your sweatpants and underwear to where a different sort of ache had begun to grow in you. You found yourself already a little wet when your fingers slipped between your folds, the contact making you gasp quietly and your thighs clench around your hand as you spread your slick around your clit. Using your two middle fingers, you drew tight circles around the bundle of nerves, little jolts of pleasure running through your limbs. You closed your eyes and sighed as you continued the motions, imagining dark eyes framed by dark waves watching you, that arrogant smirk plastered on his stupidly pretty mouth, making you bite back a moan.

“Fucking-hah-hate you, Eddie. Hate you-mmmn-so much.”, you murmured with a shuddering breath, your body already starting to go taut as you saw him laugh at you darkly behind your eyelids.

You could feel how soaked your fingers were becoming so quickly, and it only urged your frustrations on further, amping up your need for release as well. Pressing your fingers into yourself, you used your other hand to grab at your tit, lifting your shirt and squeezing it, pinching the nipple roughly as you continued to fantasize about his searing gaze on you while he watched you fuck yourself out of loathing for him. It was so fucking wrong, but, God, if it didn’t make you hotter than you’ve ever felt before.

The reverie continued on, the scene changing into one where you had him cuffed to your headboard with the pair of handcuffs you’d spotted on more than one occasion when you’d managed a peek inside when his door was open. He was glaring up at you while you straddled him, silent fury pouring off of him in waves since you’d duct taped his mouth shut as well.

“Silence suits you so well, Eddie.”, you purred at him, rubbing your thumb across the smooth silver tape gag. “Should have done this ages ago.”

You could practically hear the fuck you he was no doubt screaming at you internally. It only spurred you on further. Fisting his shirt in both of your hands, you pulled them apart quickly, the soft fabric ripping until the pale skin of his chest was revealed, the dark ink of his tattoos stark against his flesh. A muffled sound of protest sounded in his throat at the destruction of his tee, making you grin down at him triumphantly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you like this shirt? Should have spoken up sooner, I guess, huh?”, you taunted as you pulled the shredded article apart to further expose his torso.

Starting at his navel, you dragged a light finger tip up his stomach and chest before laying your hand over his heart, feeling the quickened beats thump up against your palm. You raised your brows at him suggestively before you dug your nails into his skin and raked them down his chest, leaving angry red welts along the way, one of them with his nipple in path.

He gave another muffled shout as he uselessly tried to pull back from the assault, his chest caving in slightly while his shoulders pulled towards his ears, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You giggled, leaning down and licking the salt from his cheeks while you rolled your hips against him, feeling how his own canted up slightly to meet yours.

“Ohhh, did pretty boy like that?”, you cooed down at him, noting the way his eyes glinted dangerously, anger still darkening their depths, but a hint of lust swirling around in them as well. “What do you think, sweetheart? If I took off your gag, would you beg me for it, I wonder?”

Outside of the fantasy, you released your nipple and reached towards your nightstand, pulling open the drawer to retrieve your dildo as your orgasm hovered just out of reach, the need to be filled prompting the use of your toy. You were a slave to your lust in this moment, your focus so entirely on your pleasure that you didn’t hear the door down the hall open again as a slutty moan escaped your lips while you teased your clit with the soft silicone.

Your imagination saw you caressing Eddie’s face in a facsimile of affection before you were pinching his cheeks between your fingers so you could hold him in place as you ground yourself against the growingly evident hard on pressing against your clothed cunt.

“What about it, Eddie? Do you want to feel what it’s like to be inside me? You wanna know how good it’ll feel to be buried inside me while I ride you until I come? But not you, you won’t be allowed to come until I say so, yeah?”

You watched as his expression of hatred grew colder for a few beats before it wavered just a fraction as he considered your offer, giving you all the indication you needed to know his resolve had crumbled enough to give him the chance to speak for himself. Grabbing the edge of the tape, you peeled it ever so slightly up, pulling it little by little until the corner of his mouth appeared, the line of it downturned in a soft grimace. You were gentle in your removal of the gag, or you were until you reached the middle of those plush lips and then you ripped the rest of it off in one quick movement, earning a sharp hiss from between bared teeth.

“MotherFUCKER!”, Eddie snarled, blood beginning to rise to the places where the tape had ripped the tender skin of his lips. “What the hell-”

Before he could hurl anymore profanities at you, you dove in for a taste of the crimson, sucking his bottom lips between yours and pulling it taut between your teeth as iron and salt flooded your tastebuds. His hips bucked under yours again, making you grin as you sat back on his lap with his blood coating your mouth like lipstick. You licked them clean while his eyes turned nearly black as they bored into yours.

“Alright Eds, either you can be quiet and obedient, or I can tape your mouth back up, okay? So what’s it gonna be? You gonna be a good little boy for me? Or do I need to punish you some more?”

His mouth opened for a beat before he closed it again, finally understanding his choices were slim.

“Mmm, that is a good boy. Though if I’m honest, I was hoping I might get to punish you a little more. Oh well, the day’s not over yet, is it?”, you bemoaned, sliding off of his lap and onto his shins, the feeling of his eyes on you as you unbuttoned his jeans. “Now then, let's see what we’re working with, huh?”

You had no idea what Eddie’s dick actually looked like, but something about his tall and lanky stature certainly translated to your imagined idea of what it might look like. Long with average girth, uncircumcised with a head as pretty of a red as his lips were when they were all flushed. Free of his boxers, it bobbed in front of your face before it lay twitching on his stomach, eager to be touched. It was enough to make your mouth water as you took in the sight of his nearly completely bare under you, as desperate for you fuck him as he was to hurt you for humiliating you. Leaning towards it, you blew on it softly, making it jerk upwards in response. You heard the stifled groan he bit back, not entirely willing yet to let you see exactly how much you were affecting him.

Crawling back over top of him, you shimmied off your panties, your shirt remaining so as to not give him any more satisfaction than he would be getting from you using him for your own pleasure. He was lucky you were even using him to begin with. Reaching between you, you grasped his cock, smearing the precome that had beaded at the tip around the head before rubbing your cunt against it to further lubricate it. Satisfied with your work, you glanced back up at him, smiling poisonously at how he stared at you greedily.

“Look at you, so hungry for it, aren’t you?”, you taunted before lowering yourself onto him, the length of him slowly engulfed in the clutch of your sex.

“Oh fuck.”, you moaned, pushing the soaked dildo into your pussy as you pictured Eddie’s bottoming out inside you. “Fucking hell, Eddie.”

“Well, well, well, what do we have, huh, Princess?”, a voice asked, cutting through your thoughts like a razor sharp knife.

Red hot shame seared through you as your eyes snapped open to find Eddie staring at you with a mix of surprise and entertainment on his face, his arms crossed as he leaned his shoulder against your door frame. Your cheeks flamed in shame and anger as well, as you held your blanket to your chest and sat up, flinging your pillow at his head. He blocked easily against it, holding up an arm and knocking it to the floor with a small cackle.

“Ed- Munson, what the fuck?! What are you doing just barging in here like that? Ever heard of knocking?”, you screeched at him, pulling your shirt back over your tits and glaring daggers at him, hoping they might become tangible and actually kill him.

He rolled his eyes hard, taking a few steps further into your room with a sardonic smile.

“Oh, cut the shit, sweetheart. I’m not the one who was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear with their door unlocked for anyone to walk in. And by the sounds of it, I think you might have been hoping for a certain roommate of yours to find you with your hands down your pants.”, he goaded, moving even closer to you until he was just a few feet away from your bed.

You seethed at him, grabbing your other pillow to hurl at him, but he was quicker than you, reaching out and grabbing your wrist before you could manage the throw. His smile was all teeth, the dark glint in his eyes going straight to your traitorous cunt. You swallowed hard as those chocolate orbs seemed to pin you in place.

“Hey now, no more of that, okay, Princess? If you want to fuck me, all you gotta do is ask, you know. We’re both adults, you don’t have to pretend with me”, he said, his words feeling slimy against your skin.

“Why fuck would I want to have to have sex with you? I wasn't moaning your name, you egotistical prick. If anything, you’re the one who wants fuck me, since you imagined your name coming out of my mouth in any capacity close to desire. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

“And so what if I have, hm? Hard not to when you’re prancing around in those little shorts in the summer, acting like you’re hot shit or something. But I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, okay? You’re only pretty when that smart mouth of yours is closed. Once it opens, bullshit comes out and you lose almost all the attractiveness you might have held.”, Eddie snorted.

You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, loud and fast, and before you could stop yourself, your free hand shot up and slapped him across the face. His head turned with the impact, the imprint already reddening his cheek as your chest heaved with barely restrained rage. It took him a moment to react, his face a mask of faint surprise until his eyes flicked back to you and a terrible smile began to take shape upon his lips. You shrank back a fraction at the headiness of it, unexpectedly fearful of what it actually meant.

“Do it again, sweetheart.”, he murmured, turning his face to look at you full on again.

Inhaling deeply, you pulled your other hand from his grip and wound it back before slapping the opposite cheek on the exhale of your breath, his head snapping from the force of it again. A quick glance downward confirmed your suspicions when you saw the crotch of his jeans beginning to strain under his growing erection. You swallowed again, looking back up to find hunger clouding his face, expression almost identical to how you’d imagined it in your fantasy but also darker and more vicious.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, thick and tight with unspoken weight that had you digging your fingers into your thighs until he was wrenching your wrists out of your lap and alongside your head, pinning you under him. Leaning down, he nosed at your cheek and scraped his teeth along your jaw, making you whine involuntarily.

“Mmmm, what a pretty sound. Maybe I was wrong, maybe not everything that comes out of your mouth is bullshit after all.”, he teased, looking down his nose at you as you glowered back.

“Fuck you.”, you retorted, your words having less bite than you’d intended.

He tilted his head and smirked.

“That is the idea, Princess. But I wanna hear you say it first. Need to hear you beg for me to fuck you.”, he cooed.

It was embarrassing how much your body was reacting to his. The role reversal should have just infuriated you further but instead it was riling your lust further. You fought to maintain your wits, but the need for release was quickly overcoming any sense you might have had prior to his body heat and smokey scent enveloping you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you tried to find the words to get him off of you and out of your room again, but then his knee was pressing between your legs and closer to where your aching cunt was begging for the attention he’d stolen from it.

A short lived inner conflict raged in your head before you were swallowing your pride for the moment and nodding at him. Taking another breath you gave your answer.

“…Please, Eddie. I-I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”, you conceded, voice still more than a little petulant but still agreement enough to set him to work.

“Not exactly begging, but I guess that might be the best I’ll get from you, huh, Princess?”, he said, pulling your wrists together to hold them in one hand to free the other to explore your body.

Lazily, he trailed it down your neck and chest, pulling the blanket down and pausing to give your tit an experimental squeeze, tugging the nipple when it peaked through the fabric of your shirt. Another reluctant noise escaped your lips at the sensation, prompting him to continue his hand’s travels down your torso and underneath the blanket to the waistband of your sweatpants. His knee retreated enough to make room as his hand dipped into your panties, cupping your cunt roughly.

“Wow, all this for little ole me, huh?”, he said, sliding a finger between your soaked folds lightly.

You knocked your head back against your pillow in frustration before pushing yourself up as much as your pinned arms would allow so you were in his face.

“Enough with the teasing, Munson. Foreplay isn’t necessary when I’ve done all the hard work for you already. Besides the dildo I was using before you interrupted is no doubt more than ample for whatever pencil dick situation you’ve got going on anyways.”, you hissed, trying to provoke his ire with a well placed jab that you were beginning to suspect was inaccurate based on the way his jeans were tented despite their tightness.

He was bigger than your previous estimations, and the thought made your cunt clutch in worrisome anticipation.

But despite your attempt to agitate him, he just snickered and gave a faux pout.

“Oh, is the poor baby impatient? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want here shortly. But you gotta behave, okay? Want you to keep your hands to yourself while I get myself a little more comfortable. Can you do that for Daddy, Princess?”

You nearly gagged at the little pet names and how he called himself daddy. “You’re disgusting, Munson.”

“And yet here you are under me, begging for my cock.”, he shot back, letting go of your hands.

Sitting back on his knees, he yanked his long sleeve over his head and let it fall to the ground before moving onto his belt and pants, undoing them with practiced ease until he noticed you watching him with your hands folded over your chest.

“You can take your clothes off too, you know. Or are you shy?”, he said, looking down at your shift expectantly.

You scowled, hesitating for a moment before you grabbed the hem of it and shucked off the offending article.

“It’s a little fucking cold, you know.”, you groused as you covered your tits from the cool air again.

“I’ll warm you up in a second, Jesus. Really are such an impatient brat.”, he muttered, tossing the remainder of his clothes to the floor and giving you a peek at the rest of his body.

Surprise tugged your brows up when you found him to be carrying a bit more muscle than you’d anticipated. Not defined by any measure, but you could see a hidden strength in his arms and chest where you'd expected none. And when you finally caught sight of his dick, you might have gasped just a little.

It was gorgeous.

No other way around it. Thicker than you could have guessed, but not quite as long either. It was dark and heavy between his thighs, a tantalizing thatch of hair around it that thinned into a sparse happy trail that traveled to just under his navel. When you finally pulled your gaze from it, you found his eyes watching you with unrestrained glee at your surprise. Your scowl returned and he chuckled in response.

“What was that about a ‘pencil dick’ again?”, he teased, grabbing the edge of your blanket and pulling it down to expose your legs and relieve them of the pants and underwear you still wore.

“Oh please, I’ve had bigger.”, you lied, letting him further disrobe you until you were both completely bare and staring at each other unabashedly.

“Sure you have, Princess. Whatever you say.”

Swallowing thickly, you looked away and covered yourself as much as you could with your arms before complaining about the chill again. He lowered himself back on top of you, resting on one firearm before grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the two of you to trap in your combined body heat again.

“There, better, Princess?”, he asked.

“Not really, seeing as you haven’t made me cum yet.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking needy, you know that? I'm just trying to make sure you’re comfortable and you’re too busy complaining about every fucking thing.”, he spat, looking at you with such contempt that you could feel your blood begin to boil again in response.

Good, this is what you wanted. You wanted mean and angry and wrong. You hated him and you didn’t want him to be soft with you. Taking your chance, you grabbed his wrists and wrapped a leg around his waist, using the other to propel you up as you rolled him over so he was the one under you now, gaining the control you sought in the conversation.

He let out a sound of resistance, but you forced all your weight into pinning him, unwilling to give him an inch.

“This is what I wanted, Eddie. You’re right, I do want your cock, but only like this. With you under me, where you belong while I use you like a fucking toy as retribution for all the bullshit you put me through. The loud music, the snark, the disrespect. I don’t think I’ve asked for much as a roommate. In fact, I think I’m a fantastic fucking roommate, you should consider yourself lucky to have me as a roommate, but no, you act like an ass at every turn as thanks for putting up with you.”

He opened his mouth to no doubt say something stupid, but you quickly covered it and shook your head down at him.

“Ah, ah, ah. No talking. If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna shut up, lay there and take it while I use you and let you use me too, okay?”, you simpered, daring him to argue with you more.

But he remained silent, dark eyes fiery as they bored into yours. Smiling victoriously, you removed your hand from his mouth slowly and leaned back to straddle him.

“Good boy.”, you crooned, reaching between your bodies to line him up with your entrance.

You gave him a few good pumps for good measure before you slid down his length, the stretch delicious as he filled you completely, already twitching as soon as he was fully seated inside you.

Eddie sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth as you rolled your hips experimentally, his jaw tensing as you began to set a slow and steady pace. You couldn’t help but revel in how despite his glare, his hands clasped at his legs, obviously itching to grab your hips and meet your pace thrust for thrust. Unable to help yourself, you grabbed his wrists again pinning them on either side of his head like he’d done to you and using the leverage to lift your hips higher before slamming them back down, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around your room lewdly.

Your faces were close in this position, and you took the opportunity to recreate the part of your fantasy where you tugged his lip between your teeth, letting your incisors sink into the plush of it and draw blood around them. It painted both of your mouths in scarlet and iron, and you lapped at it, enjoying his answering wince before his tongue was meeting yours to fight for dominance in the only way you’d let him. You drew back enough for a thread of blood and spit connected your mouths before breaking and landing on his flushed chest.

Licking your lips clean, you dipped back down and dragged your tongue through the pink spittle before you sucked a welt in its place, the mark as dark as the ink that decorated his skin just a few inches away. A heavy groan ripped out of him as his body bowed under you, hips jerking up as you inflicted a heady combination of pain and pleasure on his body as you nipped and sucked your way up his collarbones and neck. You didn’t need him to speak to know that he was thoroughly enjoying the roughness, and you were eager to really take it as far as you could, to leave your mark on him as a reminder for him not to fuck with you anymore.

“What’s the matter, Princess?”, you crooned, sitting back up on him to grind your hips into him, the friction pushing you further to the orgasm you’d been denied for too long already. “Is Daddy being too rough with you?”

Something seemed to snap in him at the names, his hand reaching up to grasp your neck and pull you back into a ferocious kiss that had your teeth clacking into each other as you fought for control once again. His other arm slid down your back to grab your ass and use the hold to rut into you ferociously, the head of his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly while you gasped and moaned into his mouth.

“I fucking hate you.”, you growled, hands fisting into his hair and tugging hard as you licked into his mouth, the ghost of his blood still flavoring the kiss, along with the subtle hint of nicotine and smoke.

You were becoming wild for it, desperate for more. Desperate for him.

“I know you do.”, he panted against your lips, his irises nearly engulfing the browns of his eyes in their dark depths. “Come for me?”

You snarled at his request, your cunt clenching around him as it sent you closer to unraveling. You wanted to come so badly, ready for it to swallow you whole and set your body ablaze from the heat of it, but you were still set on it being on your own terms rather than his. Pulling away from his mouth again, you released your hold on his hair to wrap your hands around his throat instead, squeezing ever so tightly as you continued to bounce up and down on his dick. His hands found a new place to rest on your hips, fingernails digging into the soft flesh there as he watched you, suddenly enraptured with the way you exerted your control over him so easily.

It was almost disgusting the way he looked at you, almost worshipful in its intensity; but instead of repelling you, it merely spurred you on further, your grip on his neck tightening until his face began to turn red.

“You’re a fucking freak, you know that, Eds? Dirty little slut who’s letting me use you like the toy you are while I degrade you, and you’re getting off on it, are you? You can’t even deny it because I feel how close you are, even closer now that I’m choking you.”, you sneered, enjoying the way his eyes were beginning to cross. “Don’t go passing out on me yet, sweetheart, I’m close too, and I want you to watch.”

Letting go of his windpipe, you placed one hand on his chest for leverage as you reached between your legs to rub at your clit, chasing your climax. You heard cough and gasp as he sucked in the much needed air, and you laughed as you felt yourself reach the edge you’d been working towards. His hold on your hips tightened as your back arched, your orgasm slamming into you full force, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Gonna come-”, he managed to grit out, prompting you to pull off of him just before thick ropes of cum spurted out of him and onto his stomach, his dick jumping as his orgasm tore through him.

You sat just next to him, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath while you appreciated the ravaged mess you’d left Eddie in; sweat and cum coating his torso while his lips remained red with drying blood. Leaning over, you swiped a finger through the white puddle settling above his navel, streaking it up his chest before popping the digit in your mouth for a taste. You stuck your tongue out in distaste at its flavor and wiped the rest off on your sheets, uncaring at the mess since you would undoubtedly be washing them as soon as you kicked Eddie out in a couple minutes. But you’d be nice and give him a chance to recover a little first before you did that.

Looking over at you, still trying to catch his breath, Eddie gave you a smile. Not a smirk, but a smile. You felt your cheeks redden at the sight before the scowl you reserved for him took back over your face. The smile widened and he chuckled, pulling himself up into a seated position, mirroring you.

“That was fun.”, he said breathlessly. “We should do that again sometime.”

It jarred you just as much as the smile still playing on his lips and you ducked your head, averting your gaze.

“Get out, Munson.”, you ordered, barely any heat behind the words.

He chuckled again, sliding to the edge of your bed, but pausing to press a soft kiss to your cheek before grabbing his clothes and heading to the door, just narrowly avoiding a smack to the head from you as he did.

“Though next time, we should do it in my room so we can be as loud as we want. Want to hear all the pretty sounds you can make.”, he teased, closing your door just in time before your pillow could hit him square in the face.

———

The next day, you’d awoke to knocking on the front door and the muffled sounds of voices before silence resumed. Wiping at your eyes, you pulled on a thick sweatshirt before heading into the kitchen, your throat scratchy from sleep and needing a drink of water to soothe it. Eddie was already in it, almost looking like he was waiting for you by the looks of the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth when he saw you enter. You narrowed your eyes at him before shooing him away from the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

Taking a swig first, you sighed and asked, “Who was it?”

“The landlord. Said we got a couple noise complaints yesterday. Gave us a warning and said, and I quote ‘keep the feral cat sex sounds to a minimum’.”, he explained, barely contained laughter shaking his shoulders as you choked on your water, sputtering and trying to brush the cold liquid off your shirt before it could soak in too much.

“What. The. Fuck!’, you exclaimed, glowering at him as he finally busted out laughing, holding a hand up to defend against the blows you tried to rain down on him.

Strong hands grabbed your wrists and held them aloft as he smirked down at you, the fight going out of you as a different kind of heat filled your veins at the touch.

“I guess I’ll have to stop calling you Princess now, huh? Kitten sound much more fitting after seeing your claws come out yesterday.”, he taunted, leaning down so your faces were only inches apart.

It made your heart skip a beat.

God, you hated him so much.

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The Nightingale Effect {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.1k

Warnings: Gun violence, shootings, comas, medical surgeries, hospitals, home care, blow jobs, vaginal sex,

Comments: Your world comes to a screeching halt when your partner, Marcus Pike, is shot and falls off a catwalk. He wakes up days later from shoulder surgery on one shoulder and his other arm is broken. You volunteer to take care of him while he heels, not realizing how how intimate it would be.

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“Agent down! Agent down!” Your blood runs cold when you see Marcus, laying on the ground, red starting to seep out from under him. The fall from the catwalk is high and you key your radio as you run towards him. “We need an ambulance at the waterfront, we have an agent down. I repeat, we need immediate medical assistance at the south warehouse on the waterfront. Gunshot wound and potential injuries from a fall.” You ignore the clamoring around you, the other agents cornering the suspects and making them surrender. Kneeling down, you push down the fear, the bile rising in your throat and roll your partner over. “Marcus!”

Marcus is unconscious, knocked out from the blow to his head so he doesn’t wake up until he is in the hospital. His eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes for the first time in days. His throat is sore, lips dry, but the first thing he sees is you. Your eyes widen when you see him wake up, calling for the doctor who immediately rushes in to check Marcus over. “Is he okay? Is he - please tell me he’s okay.” You beg, wanting your partner to be okay after such trauma.

“Agent Pike.” The doctor touches Marcus’s hip as he tries to sit up. “Relax, you are in the hospital.” He explains. “You were shot in the right shoulder and broke your left arm when you fell off some scaffolding.”

”Wha-what?” His voice is raspy and he’s desperate for something to wet his dry throat, looking over at your stricken and worried face. “I- what happened?”

You bite your head as you watch him fluster, “you were chasing the perp when he - he shot you in the shoulder. Thank God you were wearing your tac vest. Then you were trying to dodge another bullet when you fell and - it - it was quite a height. I thought you were dead.” You confess, swallowing harshly.

Marcus blows out a sigh and groans when the doctor starts raising the head of the bed so that he can sit up. “I- can have I have some water?” He asks the doctor, feeling like he could drink a pool filled with water right now.

The nurse comes over, bringing him a cup of water with a straw. “Slow sips. Not too much.” The doctor orders once Marcus has his lips around the straw. You watch him, wanting to hold his hand like you did when he was unconscious but you can’t.

“I hate to tell you, but you are out of commission for a while.” The doctor tells Marcus as he slowly sips the water. “We extracted the bullet, but there was a lot of tissue damage. At least six weeks to heal before you start physical therapy and with your broken arm, you aren’t doing much of anything by yourself.”

Marcus shakes his head after pushing the cup away. “I don’t have anyone. I- my parents are in Texas and I - I am single. I don’t have a roommate.” His voice breaks slightly, scared of how he’s going to manage when he has no use of both of his arms. “I- I don’t have anyone.” He croaks miserably.

You bite your lip, knowing he’d do this for you if it were you in the bed. “I can move in with you. Help you out. I’m -I’m on leave because of what happened so I can help you.” You offer, unsure if he is going to say no.

“I can’t ask you to do-“ Marcus starts, his heart thumping at the idea of you moving in with him, but he can’t ask you to give up your life right now.

“Agent Pike, you aren’t going to be able to do anything.” The doctor interrupts. “Feed yourself, bathe yourself, even the bathroom is going to be a challenge. If you don’t have someone to help you at home, we will have to discharge you to an assisted living facility to recuperate.”

His eyes widen and he looks over at you, hating the idea of facing a faculty. “Are you sure?” He asks, wanting to make sure you know what you are getting into. “It’s a lot to ask.”

You swallow, knowing you’d do anything for the man you love. God, you’ve been in love with him since he arrived in D.C, and you know he was trying to get over his ex so you were satisfied as his friend but now, you’re convinced he’ll only see you as his friend and his partner. Still, you can’t leave him when he needs someone. “I know but I want to help you.” You answer, nodding your head, “I’ll help.”

“Thank you.” He gives you a smile before he shifts, hissing in pain and wincing as he moves the shoulder with the bullet would. “Fuck.” He huffs under his breath before the doctor hums.

“We will send you home later today with instructions, but for now, we’ll give you something for the pain and a prescription for pain meds and antibiotics.” He tells Marcus before he walks out of the room.

Marcus looks around the nurse who is still taking his vitals. “Seriously, thank you.” He tells you. “I’ll owe you a really nice dinner and an expensive bottle of wine when this is over.”

You smile, patting his hand, “honestly Marcus, I know you’d do the same for me. We are partners after all. We gotta have each other’s back.” You offer even as your heart twists. The afternoon goes by and after Marcus is deemed well enough to go home, the doctor calls you out of the room before giving you the instructions on how to look after Marcus. You take the written instructions and meds, slotting them in your tote before you find Marcus dressed thanks to the nurses. “Ready to go?” You ask him, knowing you’ll need to get your own things later but you want to get him situated first.

“Have you been here the entire time?” Marcus notices that you look slightly wrinkled and the nurses told him that he had been out for nearly three days. It explained how hungry he had been when they had brought his tray, although it was humiliating to need help to eat. “You should have gone home.”

You fluster and shake your head. “I didn’t want you to wake up alone. I- I knew you’d be confused and I didn’t know when you’d wake up. I’m okay.” You promise, hoping that camping by his bedside didn’t give you up. You grab the plastic bag of his things as he wears the sweats the hospital had provided. “Let’s get you home.” You say, not wanting to elaborate on your reason for being at the hospital.

Marcus’s heart flutters and he wishes he could reach out and squeeze your hand or hug you. But if he could, he wouldn’t be in a position where you are going to be staying with him. “Are you sure you want to do this at my place?” He asks. “I’m already putting you out.” He wants you to be comfortable, and if that means sleeping on your couch, he will.

You shake your head, “Marcus. No. No. You need to be comfortable and in your own place. I’ll be fine. I can get my things later. Just until you can do things for yourself. I’ll be fine. Now, what do you want for dinner? I’ll order some takeout. Whatever you want.” You offer, wanting him to just let you take care of him.

“I honestly don’t know.” Marcus admits. “Although I would kill for something sweet.” He admits with a chuckle as the two of you walk towards the elevator. He has both arms in slings, looking slightly ridiculous and feeling useless as he can’t even hold the bag with his clothes- minus his button up and t-shirt they cut off of him. “I promise I won’t be a terrible patient.”

“Marcus, I don’t think you could be a bad patient even if you tried.“ He chuckles and you guide him towards your car. You awkwardly help him inside leaning over him to buckle up his seatbelt. Adjusting his body several times and you’re flustered because you’ve never really been this close to him.

Marcus inhales slightly, amazed that he can still smell your shampoo. Or maybe you had showered in his room and just wore the same clothes. Either way, his cock twitches and he reminds himself that you are his partner and his friend, not his girlfriend. “I’m just- fuck, now I’m sorry I didn’t clean up the house.” He jokes, not saying what he was originally going to say. He’s worried about the logistics of this. Changing him, bathing him? All things that could get him in a hell of a lot of trouble with you.

You chuckle, pulling away from him. “It’s fine. You should see my place. We aren’t exactly home enough to be cleaning and tidying up. Besides, it will give me something to do while you’re sleeping. Those pain meds are gonna knock you out.” You say as you get into the driver's seat and start the engine.

“Thank you.” He murmurs quietly. “Again. I mean it.” He looks out the window and sighs. “I’m surprised they gave you off to take care of me.” He offers, thinking back to what you said. “Just figured you would be on desk duty until I was back.”

You shake your head as you pull out of the parking lot. “I - I wasn’t - they said they didn’t want me to worry about you and not focus on the job so they’ve given me R&R time to get myself together.” You don’t tell Marcus that you nearly had a breakdown when he was laying there, blood pouring from him. You had even whispered to him that you loved him before he was taken away by the ambulance. The drive to his apartment is quick, the traffic thankfully light and you pull into his driveway.

“Seriously.” Marcus turns towards you and gives you a small smile. “Thank you. I’m sure you talked to my mom? Convinced them not to come?”“First of all, stop saying thank you.” You playfully reach out to slap his knee. “Yes, I spoke to your mom just after you got to hospital and I’ve been keeping her updated. I told her that you were okay and I called her earlier to tell her you are awake and she asked me to tell you to phone her when you’re at home so you better phone your mother, Pike.” You park the car and cut the engine, reaching over to unfasten his seatbelt. “I’ll get the door.” You say before you get out, walking around to open the door before you help him out.

“I appreciate it.” He tells you, getting out of the no ‘thank you’ edict. “I love her, I really do, but I do not want my mom out here fussing over me like I’m seven again with a broken leg.” He does not want his mom having to deal with her grown son’s morning wood. Or have to wipe his ass like he’s a baby again. “Knew I should have gotten a bidet.” He huffs under his breath.

You snort, “yeah I can imagine. I’m not gonna wipe your ass, Pike.” You tease, knowing that’s gonna be part of the job but honestly, you’re so in love with him, you’d even do that. “It’s only for a few weeks until you can move around again and get out of the slings.” You remind him as you help him out of the car and guide him to the front door. You get his keys from his things and you swiftly open the door, helping him inside.

“Home sweet home.” Marcus quips, setting eyes on the familiar furniture of his bachelor pad. He had been lucky that he had been able to rescind his offer on a brownstone that he had found when he thought Teresa was coming, option to sign a long term lease here instead. “Of course make yourself comfortable and leave me here to go grab your stuff.” He tells you. “The guest bedroom is yours. Although there are no sheets on the bed.”

“It’s okay. I can bring some of mine.” You tell him, knowing this is going to be a lot of work but you can’t leave him to deal with this alone. Never. “You want something to eat or drink before I go?” You ask, ready to have a shower in your home before you come back with food.

“Water would be good.”

You nod, making your way to the kitchen. You’ve been to his house before, game nights with coworkers or long nights pondering a case. You grab him a bottle of water and find a straw, holding it out to him so he can sip it slowly. “I won’t be too long. Want me to bring back burgers from that place down the street? Or pizza?” You suggest, figuring they’d be the easiest for him to eat.

“Whatever you want.” Marcus insists. “Take my wallet out of my pants and use my credit card.” He tells you. You are doing him a huge favor and it’s the least he can do under these circumstances. He tuts when you shake your head. “Please, it will make me feel better out of canceling your plans for the next few weeks.” He tells you, giving you a pleading look.

You sigh, nodding as you get his wallet. You feel awful but you know he will be checking to make sure you used it. “I’ll be back soon. Use Siri to call me if you need anything.” You resist the urge to kiss his forehead as you set his phone down. “See you in a bit.” You tell him, grabbing your purse to make your way back to your place so you can shower and get your things.

“Fuck.” Marcus slumps back against the cushions of his sofa after the door closes behind you. He has no idea how he is going to live with you for a solid month or maybe even more without embarrassing the shit out of himself. He glances down at his sweats covered crotch and huffs. “You better fucking behave.” He warns the particular part of his anatomy that was always awake when you were around, so many days spent hiding a semi from you. “Not like you’re getting used anytime soon.”

You shower, washing your hair and shaving despite knowing that nothing will happen and he has to heal. You wash off before drying your body. You pack your bag, grabbing everything you need and you look towards your dresser door. “Maybe I should take it…just in case.” You murmur to yourself before you walk over to open the drawer. You grab your vibrator, shoving it in the bag before you zip it up. After drying your hair and getting ready, you make your way out of your place, quickly driving to the burger place down the street from Marcus’s. “I’m back!” You call out as you carry the take out bag into the house, your bag over your shoulder.

“I’m right here, darling!” Marcus calls out, slightly sarcastic since he hasn’t moved since you’ve left. Not being able to use both hands sucks and he’s honestly starting to hurt again. “Did you happen to get my prescription?” He asks quietly. “I’m sorry, but my shoulder is really starting to ache again.”

“Yeah. I picked that up too. Figured you would want the pills with dinner.” You try to calm your fluttering heart from him calling you ‘darling’. You set your bags down, deciding to unpack later, and you carry the food to the kitchen. Setting your purse down, you serve it up and grab his prescription, carrying the pills and the plate over to him along with the bottle of water. “Here you go.” You say, setting it all down for him.

Marcus chuckles and stares down at the plate of food and rolls his eyes back up at you. “You know what we could do?” He asks, smirking slightly at the insane idea. “Get a feed bag and just hang it around my neck like the horses my parents have.”

You snort, shaking your head. He’s told you about his parent’s ranch and the horses they have. You’ve often imagined going with him to meet his parents and spending an afternoon riding across their property beside Marcus. “It’s only a few weeks. We can do this.” You pick up the pills and pop them into his mouth before holding the water bottle to his lips. Once he swallows them down, you set the bottle down and pick up the burger. “I’ll hold it for you.”

“This is just slightly humiliating.” He huffs before he opens his mouth and takes a bite. He licks his lips and tries not to notice how good you smell. “At least alternating between feeding yourself and feeding me.”

“It’s fine. We will manage it. You gotta eat.” You tell him, a serious look in your eyes. You watch him chew before you set the burger down, picking up your own to take a bite before you grab a few fries for him. “Happy?” You ask after swallowing your bite. You know most people wouldn’t do this but you love him, you’d do anything for him.

“It’s better.” He concedes, happy you aren’t neglecting yourself while you care for him. “At least you don’t have to worry about a shower for me tonight, since the nurses helped me.” He tells you before he takes another bite of the burger. “I’m sure seeing your partner naked was never on your list of things to experience, much less help him shower.”

You chuckle nervously, hoping he doesn’t see through you. You have imagined him naked far too many times. And you imagined helping him shower, just not in the way he imagines it. “Well, we have been there for each other during the best and worst of times. This is one of the worst of times but you never know, it could turn into the best. I want to help you Marcus. Please don’t - don’t be embarrassed. It’s - I’m here to look after you.” You shove some fries into your mouth to stop yourself from rambling before you pick up the burger to offer him another bite.

“Thank you.” He murmurs softly, taking a bite of the burger so he couldn’t do something stupid, like tell you that he wishes he could kiss you. You have helped him, you let him talk to you about the entire situation with Teresa, especially after he had gone back to Texas and saw her again. “You planning on nursing me back to health?” His cock twitches at the dirty thought of you in one of those naught nurse outfits.

You smile, nodding at him. "Of course. I know you'd do the same for me." You answer honestly, knowing that Marcus would drop everything if you needed him. He's so caring. One of the many reasons you're in love with him. "You'll be up and about in no time." You promise, continuing to feed him before eating yourself.

“God, I hope.” He tries to lift his arms and groans slightly. “Shot in one and broke the other.” He shakes his head. “I could have just broken the one I was shot in. That would have been nicer.” He looks over at you and frowns. “Did they get the asshole who shot me?”

You nod, "they got him. Arrested him along with the rest of the gang. They recovered the art too before it was shipped overseas." You pick up the soda and hold it towards his lips. It's strangely nice, feeding him like this and knowing he's looked after. You dread to think what would've happened if he went to an assisted living facility.

“At least there’s that.” He hums after he takes a swallow of his soda. “We can just look at this like a stay-cation.” He jokes. “With my round the clock nurse.”

You smile, "yeah. We gotta finish Peaky Blinders. The new season is here."

He grins, excited to be spending this time with you, "yes. Plus that new Disney show."

You pick up the fries, shoving a few more in his mouth. "We have a lot to catch up on." You grin and he chews. Once the food is finished, you clear it away and Marcus yawns. "You want to go to bed?" You ask, knowing he must be exhausted.

“Yeah.” He admits, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I shouldn’t be, considering that I was out for a few days, but I am.” He looks over at you and decides that he will just try to use the bathroom himself when you let him go to his bedroom. He can’t bear the idea of asking you to assist with that right now. “Just help me up and I’ll be good.” He promises, scooting towards the edge of the sofa with a grunt.

"You sure?" You ask, gently gripping his arm to help him stand up. He sways slightly and you frown. "I - do you need help? I can brush your teeth or if you need to...you know." You tilt your head, unsure of how awkward this is all going to be but you agreed to help and you are going to act professional about it all.

Marcus closes his eyes and sighs. “There is just no getting around this, is there?” He asks wryly. “I’m - okay. I really don’t want to go to sleep with burger breath.” He snorts. “I guess I could pee sitting down.” He offers, shooting you a small grin. “Or just try to free aim. Like every teenage boy did.”

You chuckle, “it’s up to you. You want to try? I can, uh, I can just wait until you’re done then clean your teeth.” You offer awkwardly, unsure of what the best way to go about this is. Marcus sighs, making his way to his bedroom and grunts when he can’t open the door. “Here.” You reach down to open it before turning on the light.

Marcus tries to push down the sweats and he hisses a curse. “Goddamnit.” He grunts, trying to bend his arm, the cast making it awkward. “Fuck, I’m just- fuck.” He sighs, giving up and looking over at you. “I’m completely helpless right now.” He complains, more than a little frustrated.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You promise, averting your eyes as you stand behind him and pull his sweats down. You turn your back, unsure of what he’s gonna do but you guess he wants privacy.

Marcus huffs and sits down on the toilet. Rolling his eyes at how ridiculous this is for the thousandth time. “Normally I don’t have to sit unless it’s the morning.” He gripes, thinking about all the times he’s woken up with a hard cock because he was dreaming about you. A piss and then a shower so he could jerk off was his morning routine.

You fluster, biting your lip at the implication of his words. You know it’s normal but you can’t help but hope it’s because of you. He pees and you keep your back turned. When he turns as he grunts to stand up, you turn around and he tells you it’s okay to pull his sweats up. Stretching out the material as you pull it over his hips. After opening your eyes, you grab his toothbrush and toothpaste, “this a good amount?” You ask. He nods and you bring the toothbrush to his mouth, working on brushing his teeth and you try to not focus on how close you are to him.

Marcus watches you. He tells himself it’s so he can make sure that you are comfortable, but the truth is that he loves being this close to you. Seeing the subtle differences in your eye color and the texture of your skin. He lets you brush his teeth and wishes that you were going to give him a kiss after he’s minty fresh. Once you are done, you hold up his cup so he can rinse his mouth and he bends down to spit in the sink.

“Thank you.” He ignores the way you roll your eyes and just leans in to rest his chin on your shoulder in his current version of a hug. “Just take it.” He huffs against your neck before he pulls back and rolls his eyes back at you. “I’m hurt, you have to let me do what I want and I want to make sure you know how much I appreciate this.”

You chuckle, "I - I'd do anything for you Marcus. You're my - my partner." You declare, trying not to sound awkward or too affectionate. "Let's get you in bed." You say before your eyes widen, "to bed. To bed." You amend, flustered as you guide him towards the bedroom.

Marcus lets you fuss over him, getting him comfortable in the bed and he bites back the urge to invite you to sleep with him. Not like he could touch you. Instead he grins up at you sleepily. “No kiss goodnight?” He asks, meds starting to take effect.

You grin, shaking your head before you kiss his forehead. "I really am glad you're okay." You murmur before you pull away. "Sleep." You order, brushing his hair out of his face, unable to help yourself as his eyes start to droop. "Night Marcus." You whisper, watching him fall asleep before you turn off the lamp and pull the door ajar.

****

Marcus groans, turning his head and scrubbing his face against his uninjured shoulder. His facial hair is driving him insane. “Goddamnit.” He huffs. “Now I know why animals have scratching posts.” He tries to joke, making up for his foul mood. He’s cranky and he knows it. A week of being completely invalid would do that to anyone, but he doesn’t want to take it out on you. “I’m about to start rubbing up against the walls.”

You reach out to scratch along his jaw, helping him with the itch. "Better?" You ask, ignoring the way he groans deeply at the relief. "I can shave you if you want." You offer. You've already helped him shower, having tried and failed to conceal your surprise at how well-endowed he is. Flaccid as well. You're convinced your feelings aren't reciprocated. He hasn't even showed an ounce of affection other than resting his chin on your shoulder. You have reminded yourself that he is injured and he's your partner but every damn day you spend with him makes you fall more in love.

“Fuck- please?” He asks, hating the itchiness of his face. When he had grown out his facial hair for his undercover op, he had been able to put beard oil in it. “I will do anything you want if you will shave my face.” He promises. Not that he wouldn’t do anything before. He’s had to shower while thinking about taxes and his boss naked too keep from getting hard while your hands wash him. It’s getting ridiculous how much more he is falling in love with you.

You snort, scratching his jaw one more time. “Oh you’re gonna regret saying that, Pike. My house needs painting.” You tease, standing up from the sofa and reaching for his underarm to help him up. “Let’s get you looking sharp again.” You declare as you make your way to his bathroom, opening the cabinet to find his razor and shaving cream. You turn the tap to warm water and grab a washcloth. “You want to sit or stand?” You ask him.

“It’ll probably be easier if I sit on the counter?” He suggests. “So you can get close.” He can’t help but have his heart thump over you shaving him. It’s such an intimate thing to him. Reminding him of movies where the girlfriend lovingly shaves her man and it leads to some steamy sex. No. He can’t think about it right now.

You nod, helping him up onto the counter. You soak the washcloth in the warm water, squeezing it out before you press it to his lower face. After warming the skin, you grab the shaving cream and carefully rub it over his jaw and cheeks. “You good?” You ask, looking into his eyes. He nods, unable to speak with how close you are, and you wet the razor after washing off your hands. Carefully, so carefully, you slide the razor across his skin.

Marcus groans quietly, trying to quell the wave of lust. You don’t deserve that. You’ve done nothing but help him and you don’t even appear to be affected by him. You are his friend, nothing more. He is glad that he’s sitting down, the bunched up sleeping pants hiding the fact that despite him thinking about anything but you, he’s starting to get hard. Again.

You carefully shave him, unable to ignore the way your stomach twists at being so fucking close to him like this. It would be so easy to just lean forward and kiss him. You push that aside, not wanting to take advantage when you are supposed to be looking after him, not lusting after him. You rinse off the razor before continuing the job. After a few minutes, you are done and you wipe his face with the warm water wash cloth. Once the foam is gone, you can't resist leaning closer. He looks so goddamn handsome. Resisting the urge to kiss him on the lips, you kiss his jaw. A slow kiss that you hope he doesn't think is anything more than you being friendly.

Marcus inhales sharply, trying to keep it from being too loud. Now he’s painfully hard, his mind telling him that your kiss to his jaw wasn’t just you being friendly, even though he knows it is. Twitching in his sweats, he hope you don’t realize how fucking turned on he is, not having been able to jerk off and having you in his house has been driving him insane.

You flinch back, clearing your throat to stop yourself from telling him you love him. You know he doesn’t want you. You’re just his partner. That's what you tell yourself over and over again. “I’ll, uh, I’ll make us some lunch.” You tell him, grabbing the washcloth and you reach for him to help him shift off of the counter.

Marcus’s face burns in embarrassment, realizing you don’t want him and he shifts right as you reach for him. Your hand brushes up against his throbbing cock and he groans, both from your innocent touch and from the utter horror of you discovering his reaction to your touch. “I- fuck, yeah, lunch sounds good.” He croaks. “Sorry.” His apology is horrid, absolutely lame but he can’t even look you in the eyes right now.

You are wet. Instantly wet as soon as your hand brushed his hard cock. You know it’s just a normal reaction, nothing really to do with you. You exhale shakily, “grilled cheese and soup sound good?” Your voice squeaks but you can’t help it as you back away from you. You need to touch yourself but you refrain, telling yourself he’s your partner. Just your partner.

“Y-yeah.” Marcus blows out a breath, happy you aren’t smacking him or yelling in outrage. “You know me, I’m easy to please.” He tries to chuckle but it comes out like he’s trying to clear his throat, mouth suddenly dry.

You are flustered, rushing out of the bathroom and his room to the kitchen. Working on making lunch for you both. You wonder if he was hard for more than just the close proximity. You’ll definitely need to get your vibrator out tonight. You watch Marcus fall back onto the sofa and you walk over to grab the remote. “Want to continue watching Moonknight?” You ask him as you press the buttons to get to his Disney app. He had admitted to you one night that he loves Disney movies.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Marcus says distractedly. He’s just trying not to think about how well you fit into his house, his life. As if this were any normal weekend and the two of you were just spending it together and he could pull you into his lap and kiss you. Of course his cock twitches again, imaging that. Tv playing in the background while he took your shirt off and sucked on your tits while you moaned his name and pulled on his hair.

Marcus bites into the sandwich, having to look away before he does something stupid like tell you how much he loves having you here. Not because you are helping him, but because his apartment feels like home with you puttering around or watching tv with him. He groans, closing his eyes at the taste. “I swear you do something. My sandwiches never taste as good.” He moans.

You smile, practically preening at his praise. “It’s a secret.” You wink before you set the sandwich down and take a bite of your own before you pick up the spoon to bring some soup to his lips. “It’s mayo on the bread.” You reveal, “and three different kinds of cheese.”

“It’s fucking worth it.” Marcus praises, taking the mouthful of soup and licking his lips. “You’re too good to me.” He murmurs softly, enjoying the way you smile at him. Wishing that he could kiss you.

****

You moan softly, relaxing after your orgasm, and you hiss when you withdraw the toy. You would deny - even to yourself- that you moaned Marcus's name when you came but you aren't that good a liar. You quickly shower, washing your hair before you make your way into the living room dressed in your shorts and tank top. "Sorry. Needed to wash my hair and shave. It's a lot of work to look this good." You joke before sitting down next to Marcus.

“It’s worth it.” Marcus tells you honestly, thinking that you look absolutely beautiful regardless of how you are dressed and appear. “Not like I was doing much anyway.” He had listened to podcasts, audio books and watched half of the Netflix library already.

You smile, “not too long now. Only another ten days and then you start physio. You’ll be out of those slings in no time.” You reach out to pat his knee, “you’ll be complaining that you don’t have enough time to do anything

Marcus snorts, having to concede that. “I have to say that I will be happy to use my arms.” He looks over at you. “Although I’m sure you will be happy not to have to care for me.” He teases.

You hum, knowing that it will be nice to not have to feed and shower him but you’ve been happy to do it. You love him so much, you’d honestly do anything for him. Your hand remains on his knee as you remember how hard he was earlier. You know it’s wrong but you want to help him, you want to help him in any way you can. You slide your hand along his thigh until you are near his crotch. “I want to take care of you, Marcus. In any way I can.” Your voice lowers to a mere whisper as you look into his dark eyes.

Fuck. Marcus swallows, knowing that you can’t possibly mean the way that he’s immediately thinking about. His traitorous cock twitching and immediately starting to harden again. The way your low voice makes him think of you in the bedroom has him imagining all the things he’s wanted to do to you over this week, the past few months, if he’s honest. “I-I, uh, I’m v-very grateful.” Marcus hates that he stutters for a moment, needing to clear his throat and he nods. “Very grateful.” His own voice is whispering back at you for some reason, almost as if it would be a crime to speak normally.

You know this could be a massive risk but you felt how hard he was earlier. He has gotta need a release. You know he might not even be turned on by you, but you can’t lose this chance to know how he sounds, you want to know how he looks when he cums. Taking the risk, you slide your hand higher and cup his hardening cock. “Good. Let me take care of you.” You tentatively reach for the waistband of his sweats giving him a moment to say no and when he doesn’t, you reach in to pull his cock out.

Marcus releases the breath he had been holding with a low moan. Unable to believe that you are touching him, that you are fully aware that he is hard, now fucking aching with your hand around his cock. Not gently trying to bathe him or help with the more embarrassing aspects of this recovery either. He twitches in your hand and gets even harder, but he shakes his head. “I-I can’t ask you to- I’m so sorry.” He huffs out. “I can’t help it.” He chuckles nervously.

You are in awe of how fucking thick he is. Your fingers barely touch as you hold his cock. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I know. Let me - let me help you. I want to help you.” You tell him, meeting his eyes as you squeeze his cock, giving him another moment to say no.

“Shit.” His head tilts back and another quiet moan escapes him. “Oh fuck, I’m dreaming, right? I’ve fallen asleep and I’m dreaming my sexy partner has her hand wrapped around my cock.” He mutters to himself before he lifts his head and looks back over to you. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.” He tells you, biting his lip. “Whatever.”

His words make you wet, a small whimper escaping your lips, but this is for him. It’s not about you. You swipe your thumb over the perfectly cut head to gather up the drop of pre-cum. “Yeah? You gonna let me jerk you off baby?” You coo, wanting this to be good for him. He nods, a whimper escaping his lips, and you tighten your grip as you begin to pump him.

“Fuck.” Marcus hisses, looking down at where you are stroking his length. “I- fuck, spit in your hand.” He orders softly, hating the loss of your touch, but he needs it to be wetter. “Please.” He bites his lip when you pull your hand away and spit it in, moaning when you wrap your hand back around and coat him in it. Quietly whimpering your name when you start pumping him again..

You love this. His moans, the whimpers of your name. God, you already want to do this to him again. You lean over, dribbling your spit onto his cock, your eyes meeting his as you continue pumping his cock, twisting your wrist as you work his length.

Marcus shudders, letting out another moan. Imagining your mouth on him had him close to cumming already. Closer already than he would be if he were jerking off without your touch or those sexy eyes on him. “Oh fuck.” He pants. “Feels so good.”

You can’t resist, the way his chest heaves and the fact that you can see how close he is, makes you lean down a little more to wrap your lips around his cock. You want him to cum down your throat. You want him to cum. You flick your tongue over the slit before pressing it against his frenulum, wanting him to spill into your mouth.

“G-gonna cum!” Marcus cries out his warning, bucking his hips up in reaction to your mouth around his cock. Eyes widening and he can’t look away, even though he gave you the warning to pull away from his cock. Feeling his scrotum pull tight after nearly two weeks of not cumming. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

You try to swallow down every drop of his cum but there’s too much. Some of it drips down your chin and you close your eyes, loving the way he moans your name while he rides his orgasm. After working him through it, you wipe your chin and lick the remainder off of your skin.

“Ho-holy shit.” Marcus’s head rolls back against the back of the sofa, panting as he tries to catch his breath. “I- fuck I owe you. Big time.” He breathes out, cursing his ability to reciprocate. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” He promises.

You nod, knowing he probably means a bottle of wine or a nice dinner. Or both. Either way, you know you’ll never get to have Marcus the way you want him. You shift to watch the movie again, ignoring the way your leggings are soaked from your arousal, you’ll deal with that later.

****

Every day for the next three days, you give Marcus a blowjob. Loving the way his eyes flutter closed and the groans that escape his lips as you suck him off. Every time he cums, you excuse yourself a while later to silently make yourself cum on your vibrator. Today is no different. You cover your mouth, eyes closed as you push the toy into you, imagining it’s Marcus inside of you.

Marcus is going crazy. The feeling of your mouth is amazing but he wants more. You had told him you were going to lay down, wanting a nap. But he wants to talk to you, wants to see why you are doing this. His injured shoulder is slightly better, letting him use the hand for small tasks like opening a door. He doesn’t knock but he turns the handle gently and pushes it open. “Hey can we-“ He freezes for a second, “-talk?” He chokes out the last word, eyes wide as he stares at you.

You scramble to cover yourself up after your squeal of surprise at him opening the door. You had told him you were napping and now he’s in your room. The vibrator is still inside of you and you fluster as you reach down to pull it out of you, fumbling to turn it off. “Shit. Shit.” You hiss, feeling beyond embarrassed.

“Shit!” Marcus squeezes his eyes closed and his face burns. Even though you’ve sucked him off for the last few days, he hasn’t seen any of you and now the image of your toy filled cunt is burned into his brain. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I should have- fuck.” He hisses. “I’ll leave.”

You bite your lip, your stomach twisting from embarrassment at him catching you masturbating. “I- I’m so sorry. I know - I know you didn’t want to see that.” You choke out, the blanket on your bed pulled up to your chest to cover yourself up. “I’m so sorry Marcus.”

Marcus snorts and his eyes pop open in utter shock. “You- you think I don’t want to see that?” He huffs, a little insulted by that. “Jesus sweetheart, you’ve been sucking my cock and I’ve- hell, I don’t even know if you like it.” He takes a step towards you. “I’ve wanted to tell you to sit on my face and let me taste you so many times.”

Your eyes widen in shock. “I- I didn’t know. I just - I thought you weren’t - shit. Marcus. I thought- I wanted to help you out. Make you cum and I never - I loved it. I’ve loved every second of seeing how much pleasure is on your face. I just didn’t think you wanted me.”

He barks out a sharp laugh. “Not want you? You are the reason I’ve got a hard on. Not because I need release.” He sighs, “you just always insisted that you didn’t want anything and I didn’t want to push.”

Your jaw drops as you look at him. "You - you want me? I didn't - you are injured. I didn't want to - to take advantage. I didn't - Marcus." You exhale breathily, your heart hammering at the news that he wants you. "You're still injured."

“And?” He doesn’t give a damn. It would be worth it. “I want to make you feel good. Feel incredible. Just like you make me feel.” He takes another step closer to the bed. “What do you want?”

You bite your lip, knowing that this is crossing the line. You swallow harshly, letting the blanket fall from your body. “I want - I want to ride your cock.” You confess, knowing that he won’t be able to do anything.

His cock was already hardening despite you sucking him off an hour ago. “Fuck.” Nodding, he moves over to the side of the bed. “Fuck yes, God, definitely okay with that.” He huffs out, nearly breathless with anticipation.

Your heart thumps in your chest and you shift onto your knees as he awkwardly shuffles back towards the headboard. "I'm clean and I have an IUD but if you have a condom, I can go get it." You tell him, your cunt wet at just the thought of sinking down onto Marcus's impressive girth.

Marcus gulps and shakes his head. “No one since Teresa.” He confesses softly. “No reason for condoms, but I’m clean too.” He promises. He wants to feel you, to have nothing between the two of you and watch you drip his cum.

You know you want to feel all of him so you shift to straddle him, reaching down to pull his hardening cock out of his sweats. You're soaking wet, unable to believe this is happening. You grip his cock, rubbing your wet folds over the underside of his cock. Your eyes meet his, unsure if you should kiss him. You want to. You really want to.

“God, if you don’t kiss me, I’m gonna scream.” Marcus hisses after a moment. He’s thought nothing of this for months, and it’s right here. He hates that he has his arms unable to work properly and touch you. He wants to cup your tits and finger you until you cry out his name. But for now, he just wants to kiss you. “Please kiss me.”

You reach forward to cup Marcus's cheeks, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you lean closer. Tentatively brushing your lips against his before you deepen the kiss. Your heart feels like it's about to thump out of your chest. You rock your hips, desperate to have him inside of you.

Marcus groans against your lips, unable to stop himself from sliding his tongue against your lips and begging for entrance. His head pounds when he feels you open up and your tongue touches his.

You whimper, caressing his neck and down to his chest as your tongues slide against one another. Reaching down, you grip his now throbbing cock and position it at your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length.

Choking out a moan into your mouth, Marcus had never wished to use his hands so much in his entire life. “God.” He whimpers, your ass against his thighs and he can’t help but twitch inside the tight confines of your cunt. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He praises, not able to touch you but he will damn sure know how you are affecting him. “Dreamed about this.”

Your walls flutter around his cock, your chest heaving from how full you feel. “So good.” You echo, eyes closing before they open to meet the dark gaze of Marcus. “You have?” You gasp softly at his earlier statement, deciding to finally move. You grip the headboard behind him, using it for leverage as you lift up on his cock before slowly sinking back down.

“Fuck yes.” Marcus moans, watching you up above him. Absorbing every detail while you start to ride him. “Told myself that if you weren’t seeing someone by Fourth of July, I was going to suggest we go to my cousin’s cabin. Celebrate together.” He confesses, wishing he could reach up and cup your bouncing tits. “He- he’s got one in the mountains.”

You whine at his words, imagining a romantic weekend in a cabin, BBQing and bonfires and sex. God, you know you won’t want to give this up. Marcus thoroughly has your heart in his hands. “I- I would’ve loved that. Maybe - maybe we still can.” You say, refraining from mentioning that he might not want you after he’s healed. “God Marcus. Your cock - it feels - shit. So much better than the vibrator.” You confess, reaching back to grip his knees so you can grind on his length.

“Yeah?” Marcus grins, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up into you with a groan. “I- fuck, I’m here for you to use it whenever you want.” He promises, imagining you sleeping in his bed and waking you up with sex once he’s healed. Maybe never leaving his apartment, moving in with him.

“Shit Marcus.” Your fingers grip the headboard as he thrusts up into you again. “Fuck. It’s - shit. I wanna - I wanna make you cum inside of me.” You confess, having imagined it far too many times late at night. You’d never admit it out loud but you imagined him getting you pregnant, getting married, spending the rest of your lives together.

“Want you to cum first.” He orders, his fingers twitching when you reach down to rub your clit.

“Gonna cum.” You whine, arching your back.

He moans. “God, do it.” He pants out, feeling your walls start to flutter around him. “Wish I could touch you baby.” He coos. “I would rub your clit myself.” He licks his lips and continues on. “Suck on your tits and play with them.”

His words send you over the edge, making you clamp down on his cock with a cry of his name. Your thighs shake from how intense the release is. You can’t help but reach out and grab onto the headboard, slumping against his chest as you try to rock your hips. “Cum. Please. Fill me up. Need you - need you to cum.”

“Going to.” Marcus pants out his promise, wishing that he could hold you while he rocks his hips up. Frantically chasing his release, he turns and starts kissing the side of your face, wherever he can reach while his cock drills up into you . “Fuck baby,” he hisses, “gonna fill you up, this pussy is gonna make me cum.” He brokenly cries out your name, surging up into you one last time before he’s painting your walls with hot spurts of his seed.

You moan at the feel of his cum filling you up, opening your eyes to watch him as he falls apart. It's intoxicating and you fucking love it. Whimpering his name when he relaxes beneath you and you turn your head to kiss his lips. "Wow." You breathe out against his lower lip.

Marcus chuckles breathlessly and nods. “Wow…like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious wow.” He jokes.

You snort at the ridiculous word but honestly, it just makes you love him more. However, you know this is like some kind of Stockholm syndrome, you’ll be partners as soon as he is able to do things for himself. This is just the result of being trapped together. “You’ll be healed soon and kicking me out of your place.” You joke, ignoring the sudden frown on his face. “I, Uh, I’ll get cleaned up and start on dinner. Tacos sound good?” You ask him, shifting off of his cock and you wince slightly at the feel of his cum already plopping out of you. “I’ll grab a cloth to clean you up.” You tell him, “then you can shower if you want.”

Marcus nods, wondering if this is just some kind of fun for you. “Wait.” He wishes he could reach out, but he can’t. “Stop for just a second and talk to me.” He doesn’t want you thinking that this is some kind causal sex for him. “Please.”

You pause, turning to look at him. Your head tilted as you swallow down the lump in your throat. You’re not ready to hear about how you’re “just friends” and that this was a one off. Just two horny people getting what they need.

“I- I feel like shit because I can’t do this right.” Marcus confesses. “I can’t caress your cheek when I tell you that I love you.” He knows he’s taking a big risk, but he wouldn’t be following his heart. And he believes in that, he believes in love. “But I do. I shouldn’t have let you ever touch me without you knowing that. Spending this time with you has just confirmed that for me.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him. Processing his words, and you are unable to believe he just said that. “Marcus. I- wow. I - I thought you thought we were just partners. I never - it never entered my mind that you would possibly love me. Especially not the way that I love you. I would do anything for you. Hence why I’m here looking after you. I love you. I wish I could’ve taken that bullet for you.” You confess, shifting to straddle him again and you cup his cheeks, pressing your forehead against his. “I love you, Pike.”

“Thank God.” Marcus chuckles in relief and grins at you. “It would make it real awkward when I got back to work and we had to work together.” He leans in and kisses you again softly with a hum of happiness. “I love you.”

You smile against his lips, caressing his cheeks and neck. “Once you’re healed I’m all yours to do what you want with.” You promise, kissing along his jaw. You feel giddy with happiness, ignoring the tickle in the back of your head that tells you work is gonna be a nightmare for you with HR.

****

Marcus bites his lip to keep himself from grinning, knowing that you will fluster and he won’t be able to contain himself. “Agent Pike, your recovery is very efficient.” The doctor tells him, typing in his notes to file. “Often people with those types of injuries tend to favor their arms to prevent any further injury but you seemed to whip through PT.”

Marcus does grin at that and looks over at you, “motivation from my partner helped.” He tells him truthfully, although he doesn’t mention the fact that most of it was so he could wrap his arms around you. “So am I cleared?” He asks anxiously.

The doctor chuckles and nods. “Yes you are cleared for regular physical activities.”

You bite your lip to smother your smirk at how excited Marcus looks. You’ve shared his bed since the day you first had sex, figuring out new positions but now, it’s his turn to take control. The drive home is quiet, neither one of you talking but you can feel the tension in the car when you pull up onto his driveway. “Home sweet home.” You announce, cutting the engine.

Marcus reaches out, cupping your cheek and leaning in to press his lips to yours. “You are not to remove one single thing from your body.” He growls, cock twitching at the idea of stripping you down. “I want to talk to you first.”

“Yes sir.” You tease, pecking his lips before you pull away. You shiver at the command in his voice, nodding before you reach for the door handle. You walk around to his side from habit to find him already standing by the car. “That’s gonna be a hard habit to break.” You joke, adjusting your purse over your shoulder as you make your way to his front door to unlock it.

Marcus chuckles and wipes his hands on his pants nervously. It feels weird being able to use them, but he’s also grateful that he can. Moving into the house, he closes the door behind you and immediately wraps his arms around you when you turn around. “God that feels better.” He groans, smiling down at you. Leaning in to kiss you, he hums against your lips. “Move in with me.”

Your eyes widen as you lean back to look at Marcus. “You- what?” You ask dumbstruck.

He smiles, kissing your chin. “Move in with me.” He repeats and you blink a few times, processing his request before you grin.

“Yes. Yes.” You nod, surging forward to kiss his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Marcus groans into the kiss, ignoring the way that his shoulder aches. The doctor warned him it could happen, that it was normal. Instead he’s focusing on how good you taste. Sliding his tongue into your mouth and he reaches to pull your shirt out of your jeans. “Wanted to strip you down so many times.” He confesses, kissing down your throat. “When you were showering with me in your swimsuit.” He chuckles. “Had to think about doing my taxes to keep from getting hard.”

You giggle, not knowing he struggled like that. It’s good to hear. “You can do what you want to me Marcus. I’m yours.” You promise, kissing his jaw softly. “I want you to take what you want. I love you. I’m yours.”

He grunts, pulling your shirt up over your head and quickly starting on your bra. “Watched these bounce, wanted to squeeze them, hold them, pinch your nipples.” He drags the material down your arms and throws it aside, immediately cupping your tits and pinching both of the hardened buds with a moan to answer yours. “Fuck, just like this.”

You tilt your head back, “shit Marcus, I wanted that too. Wanted you to touch me and - and squeeze me. Take me. Want you to - to do what you want to me.” You tell him breathlessly. You reach for him, out of habit more than anything but you want to touch him.

Marcus chuckles and let’s go, reaching for your jeans to strip them off of you. Backing you up against the wall as he drags them down your hips, kneeling down to take them off your legs, and leaning in to mouth over your cunt through your panties.

You gasp, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh God. Marcus.” You whimper, jerking your hips towards his mouth. Wanting more from him. “Shit. I- I am so glad you can touch me now.” You admit, watching him hook his fingers in your panties before he tugs them down your legs.

“Me too.” Marcus groans when he sees your glistening lips up close. He hadn’t been able to convince you to sit on his face for fear of hurting his shoulder, but now there was nothing stopping him from burying his face in your cunt. Eagerly doing so as soon as he pulls them down enough, tongue sliding through your folds with another pleased groan.

“Oh fuck.” You squeal, hips bucking towards his face as his tongue flicks over your clit. He hasn’t gone down on you since you started sleeping together for obvious reasons. “Marc. Oh fuck. It’s - God. So good.” You kick your panties off before carefully lifting your leg onto his shoulder.

Marcus breathes into you, reaching up and squeezing your ass while he pulls you towards him. Wanting to make you fall apart on his tongue the same way that you had made him cum before you started sleeping together. “So good.” He huffs, kissing your clit and lapping at it playfully before he pushes his tongue inside you, his nose pressed to your mound.

Your chin rests on your chest as you watch him, his eyes closed as his tongue curls inside of you. “Fuck.” You moan, “you’re gonna - I won’t last long baby. Your tongue is too fucking good. I need - I want - my clit.” You gasp, thigh pressing against his ear as he laps at you.

Dutifully moving back to your clit, he sucks it into his mouth, humming against it before he starts to suck. He wants to fall over the edge and his hands massage your ass as he watches you. Begging you with his eyes.

Your eyelashes flutter as you struggle to stare at him. “God Marcus. I- I - oh fuck!” You squeal when his dark eyes meet yours and it sends you over the edge. Your thighs shake as you cum, soaking his face with how intense your orgasm is from his mouth.

Marcus moans into you, eagerly drinking down every drop you give him as he laps at the juices. Holding you there and leisurely licking into you while your chest heaves as you come down from your high. Only when he’s done with you does he pull away with a grin, massaging your hip gently. He loves touching you and doesn’t want to stop.

“I love you.” You tell him as you look down at him. He grins, making your heart thump in your chest, and the slick around his mouth has your cunt clenching around nothing. “Let’s go to your bedroom. I want my boyfriend to fuck me.” You offer him a wicked grin, excited for him to not be so gentle.

“Our bedroom.” He grins as he pushes up to his feet. “It’s our bedroom now, baby.” He takes your hand and tugs you along to the bedroom, eager to make you cum on his cock while he is buried deep.

“Oh God, it is our bedroom.” You murmur in awe.

Marcus squeezes your hand and shoots you a giddy grin. “Yes, it is.

“Good thing most of my stuff is already here.” You giggle, walking into his bedroom. When you are walking in, you reach for him, tugging his t-shirt over his head. After you toss it on the floor, you caress his chest. “So glad you’re healed and okay.” You say, tracing the scar left behind from the bullet wound.

“Me too.” He catches your fingers and brings them up to kiss the tips of them. “All thanks to my wonderful nurse.” You huff and fluster in embarrassment but he means it. He would have gone crazy without you here taking care of him. He bites his lip and grins as he pushes you back towards the best and watches you sprawl on it. He reaches for his sweats, and pushes them down, grinning when he can wrap his hand around his cock. “I still think I prefer your hand on my cock.” He tells you with a wink.

You smirk, watching him, and you are soaking wet at the sight of him pumping his own cock. “I’m happy to continue doing it.” You promise, “and sucking your cock. All the girlfriends' duties.” You shift to lay back on the pillows, “touch me however you want.”

Marcus gives a small growl, letting go of his cock and kneeling on the bed. His hands are everywhere, grabbing, stroking and caressing your flesh. Slapping the inside of your thigh and smirking when you let out a little shriek of surprise. “Fuck baby, you look like goddess.” He praises, shuffling closer and leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You moan into his mouth, caressing his shoulders as he hovers over you, his hard cock twitching against your thigh. “God I love you.” You sigh into his mouth, shifting your hips to try and position his cock at your entrance. He reaches down to guide himself to your cunt, his eyes on yours as he pushes into you. This is the first time you’re having sex in this position with him and your heart feels like it’s about to thump out of your chest.

He struggles to keep his eyes on you, barely keeping them from fluttering shut but he wants to remember this moment. His arms slide under you and gather you against him. Bottoming out and holding you as close as he can against him while his lips brush over your skin. Kissing your cheeks and nose, lips and chin. “I love you, I love you.” He murmurs on repeat as he twitches inside you.

You wrap your legs around him, desperate to get closer, and you kiss his jaw in the same place you did the first time when you were shaving him. “Marcus.” You whimper, rocking your hips to get him to move. You want to feel him move inside of you like this. “Marcus please. Move.” You beg, a whine escaping your lips.

Humming, Marcus draws his hips back to snap them forward harshly. A far different pace than what you had been able to set while his arms weren’t in use. Anchoring you to him while he drives into you over and over again with deep strokes that seem to plunge impossible deep and makes him choke out shaky words of praise. “Fuck, so good baby. So goddamn t-tight.” He hisses, clenching his jaw.

“Yessss.” You hiss when he hits something deep inside of you. “So good baby. You’re - you’re so deep. Love this. Wanted you to just take what you need from me instead of telling me. So - so fucking good to have you fuck me.” You scratch your nails down his back, rocking your hips up as much as you can with him so close to you.

“Fuck.” Marcus loves the burn associated with your nails. “You want me to just bend you over the dining room table and yank your leggings down to shove my cock inside this tight, wet little pussy?” Every word is accented by the snap of his hips and the pushing of his cock against your back wall.

“Fuck!” You squeal, “yes. Yes. That- that’s what I want. Want you to just take me. Use me. Fuck meeeee.” You cry when he hits something incredible inside of you. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum. Gonna make this pussy gush for you baby.” You don’t usually talk this dirty but this is the most intimate, filthy sex you’ve ever had.

He growls, pushing into you harder on the next thrust and making sure that he hits that special little spot. Loving the way that you squeal out for him. “Fucking do it.” He orders through his teeth. “Cum, want you to soak me.” He leans in and bites down on your shoulder, moaning into your skin.

You clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you cry out his name. You cling to him, nails digging into his back and you are lost in a haze of your orgasm. “Shit Marcus. I- fuck.” You pant, your head tilting back against the pillows.

Frantically chasing his own release, he reaches back and pulls your leg higher, letting him surge deeper into your cunt. Gasping when your walls clench down around him in your aftershocks. “Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He pants, thrusts falter after another half dozen before he buries his cock deep and shouts your name as he spills.

You love the way his weight slumps on top of you. You love it. You love him. You stroke his back, trying to catch your breath as his cock twitches inside of you in his aftermath. “I love you.” You exhale, kissing his neck.

“God, I love you too.” Marcus pulls one arm out from around you and reaches up to cup your cheek. “Honestly, I think the best damn thing in the world happened when I got hurt.” He murmurs softly. “I lost the use of both of my arms for a while, but I got to have the woman I love in the end.” He presses his lips to yours softly. “Worth it.”

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