#if you have further thoughts please lmk in the replies or tags!

[tizzymcwizzy]

doing those requests got me thinking,,

[likedovesinthewindd]

rendezvous; part five of sore loser ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 2

summary: when patrick asks to see you when he's back in town, you (spitefully) agree | content/warning: not a lot of art in this one :/, suggestive content | tags: @midwestprincesss

In Stanford next week.

Can we meet?

You stared at the text messages, one hand hovering over the keypad in hesitance as the other continued brushing your teeth. You met your own gaze in the little mirror by your sink, deep in thought as you stared at your disheveled state. You freed your other hand, the toothbrush now dangling from the side of your mouth before typing out a reply.

I'd like that :) LMK when and where.

You sighed, turning your phone off and placing it on the sink's counter before continuing to brush your teeth.

Patrick had wasted no time messaging you since that night you accepted his request, and it hadn't taken much (any) convincing to get your number, the influx of messages quickly migrating to texts.

It had been a few weeks since you walked out on Art, and since then, you have gone back to ignoring and avoiding him at all costs. He didn't make it easy though, insisting on calling out your name whenever he caught a glimpse of you on campus and even going as far as once chasing you down until you had to hide away in the women's bathroom.

You had cooled down considerably since that afternoon. You'd go as far as to say that you weren't even really mad at him anymore, just not completely ready to face him yet.

So what if you and Patrick wouldn't be compatible? You'd prefer to figure that out on your own. It wouldn't hurt to try, either– it wasn't like you were looking for your soul mate.

Which was why the two of you were now sitting in a warmly lit diner just outside of town, way too close to each other in the corner booth for it to be just friendly as he watched you stir at the cup of tea infront of you.

"Does Art know you're in town?" you asked, clinking the spoon against the edge of the porcelain cup a few times. "Art's the reason I'm in town," he smiled, laughing at your faux shock. You placed your hand on your heart dramatically with an intake of breath.

"And I here I thought you came just for me," you laughed. "Well, you definitely sweetened the deal," he added, and you rolled your eyes, your wide smile deceiving you.

He watched the way your lips stretched in a grin behind your raised cup before you brought it to your mouth, your glossed lips leaving a sticky shiny residue behind. He watched as your perfectly manicured hands held the cup with caution, pretty French tips blending beautifully into the milky porcelain in your hand.

He watched as those same hands placed the cup down gently, one hand rising to your face as you wiped off some of the lipgloss that had smeared over your bottom lip. He followed that hand's movement until his eyes met yours, pretty smile still stuck on your face as you raised your eyebrows wordlessly.

"But, uh," he cleared his throat (and mind) before speaking up again. "I'm actually playing. That's why I'm in town." Your eyebrows raised further in interest at his words, a surprised hum leaving your mouth. "I've never watched you play," you said more to yourself. "No, please don't come," he said, "you'll throw me off my game. I won't be able to focus."

You laughed at that. "Are you calling me bad luck?" you asked with a smile. "I'm calling you distracting," he corrected you. You hummed, your eyes trailing down to your hands and catching sight of the time on your wristwatch.

"It's getting late," you stated with a sigh, looking around to find the diner almost empty. He looked down at his own watch, pursing his lips with a dissatisfied hum of agreement. "Yes, it is," he sighed before looking at you. "I don't want the night to end yet," he added.

"You never do," you laughed as you played with one of the rings on your fingers. "When are you playing?" you asked after a short pause. "Saturday," he answered.

"Are you gonna come watch?" he added shortly after. You scoffed. "Thought you didn't want me there?" you said, crossing your arms. "I changed my mind."

✰ ⊹ ˚.

You couldn't remember how things had led to Patrick being here, standing behind you as his mouth left soft kisses on your neck, as you struggled to get your door open. You thanked your lucky stars that your roommate was visiting her parents, making a mental note to buy her something extra special for her birthday this year.

The both of you sigh in relief when the door finally opens and you drag him inside by his hand, away from any possible prying eyes.

You were barely behind closed doors before his mouth was on yours again, hands softly rubbing your sides before gripping your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand slipping to the back of his head. The kiss was messy, his lips only leaving yours in favor of moving on to your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there before relieving the sting with his tongue.

Patrick's body ran like a furnace, and it felt like every part of you was being lit on fire by his touch. His hands moved down to grip two handfuls of your ass, crinkling the fabric of your dress and groaning against your neck when your one hand at his nape gripped the hair there in response.

"You smell so good," Patrick said, nose rubbing up against your neck like a cat before his mouth found the sweet spot behind your ear. You shuddered in his grasp, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

Before you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling, though, you pulled away from Patrick completely, grinning at the pained look on his face. You wordlessly made your way to your bed, moving up to the headboard (and giving Patrick a pretty view of your butt, the dress flowing seamlessly with each movement) before you turned around, your back against the wood and a megawatt smile on your face.

Patrick reacted fast, quickly moving up the bed until he was basically on top of you, the old bedsprings protesting against his weight. You weren't complaining, though, pulling him closer once more, needing to feel his weight on top of you. The kiss was searing hot, laced with passion, and had you melting into the mattress, but before you could slip into that blissful headspace, there was an urgent knock on your door.

✰ ⊹ ˚. part six

[water-to-drink]

Request: Yandere Clorinde x Reader (This is my first request here, so sorry if I broke any rules)

Hunter and Prey

(Pairing): Yan!Clorinde x gn!reader

(Synopsis): After an unlikely friendship blossomed it soon became a twisted obsession from the Champion Duelist

(Tags/Warnings): Yandere behavior, violence & death (not towards reader), written from Clorinde’s pov, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 800

I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE

It started out simple, a regular duel between Clorinde and you, for the matter that it came about she doesn’t remember only that it was over something trivial. As expected she came out victorious, what she didn’t expect was for you to come back and gift her a basket filled with treats

“So it is true, the mentions on how strong you are. I guess that’s on me for underestimating the Champion Duelist.” You smiled at her. “Please accept this as an apology and as a token of my respect.”

That was the start of an unlikely friendship and eventually a twisted obsession

Occasionally you would drop by just to talk with her, at first she thought that you were odd wanting to talk to her. Most people even steer clear from her after a duel, but you actively seek her out to talk and eventually befriended. Just remembering about it makes her heart beat faster

Her devotion to you started when you and her were together and you saw someone, she doesn’t remember who, avoid her by crossing the street

“It must be sad, having people treat you that way.” You said

“I am an instrument of Fontaine’s law, whether it having an impact on me, does not matter.” Clorinde replied

“That can’t be all to you! You know you’re more than the Champion Duelist. At least to me.”

Sure she was told that many times, but it felt so different coming from you. It felt like it was coming from a place of genuine concern for her. Your concern for a friend was the start of the twisted love that would begin to form in Clorinde’s heart

It was almost like a switch flipped inside her. Now her eyes instantly turn its gaze towards you, intensely studying your every move like a hunter watching its prey

She even uses her hunting skills to watch you in the dead of night, to ensure your safety she tells herself

Most nights it’s just her following you home and watching you when you’re in the supposed privacy of your home. She would watch you with a pair of binoculars from the rooftop of a nearby building, during these moments it almost felt like she was with you. Only fueling her obsession even further

However one night wasn’t like the others. There you are, walking back to your apartment after a long shift and unbeknownst to you a shady figure follows you. The figure stalks you until pulling out a knife and almost bringing the blade down on you, but Clorinde is quicker than a mere ruffian prowling the streets of Fontaine

Silently she sneaks up on the thug and points her pistol against the neck of the man, he stopped dead in his tracks and oh so sweet you, remained unaware of the harm that was about to befall you

Clorinde dragged the scum calling itself a man into an alley and shot the thug in the leg, making sure to not hit the major artery. The bang most likely alerted you and made you run back to the safety of your home

She turned her attention towards the man who now is on the floor and clutching his leg. Getting a clear view of her face and realizing who she was the bastard pleads for mercy

Mercy, the same way you would have plead for him to spare you, but knowing ruffians like him he wouldn’t give you any. And that’s why she must show him the same treatment he would’ve given her sweet angel, summoning her sword she raised it above her head and thrusted it into his chest

Flawlessly ending the thug’s life

Over the course of the next few days you carried on with your life yet that night still plagued Clorinde’s mind, that night of was harsh reminder of the dangers that lurks every corner. This world is full of evil, she sees it firsthand every day

So over the course of a few weeks to a month she prepared a room for you in her massive home. She tailored the room to your taste and needs, from the color of the wallpaper to the material of the sheets on the bed. It looked like a normal room with the exception of locks preventing anyone getting in or out without a key. The final step was taking some of Sigewinne’s sedatives, and in the dead of night she snuck into your apartment.

She watched you sleep for what seemed like an eternity for an ordinary person but to Clorinde it couldn’t have lasted longer. You looked so peaceful in this state. She almost feels guilty for doing this to you, but it’s for your safety. She told herself as she injected the sedatives into your sleeping form

[landoscar-f1]

Too Sweet for Me - Ch 02

taglist (strikethrough could not be tagged): @alessiali @piastri-my-boy @adreamerinadream @landosgirl please fill this form if you wish to be added!

pairing: CS55 x fem!reader, eventual!OP81 x fem!reader genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, smut chapter warnings: relationship anxiety, distrust, gaslighting (pls lmk if i missed anything!) ch 02 wc: ~680

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The next morning, you woke up with a heavy heart and a mind full of questions. Carlos was already up, making breakfast in the kitchen. The aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs filled the air, but it did little to ease your tension.

“Morning, hermosa,” Carlos greeted you with a warm smile. “I made your favorite.”

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to match his cheerfulness. You took a seat at the table, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. How could he seem so… normal?

As you sipped your coffee, you mentally rehearsed how to bring up the message you saw last night. Every scenario felt either too accusatory or too dismissive. You needed to find the right balance.

“Carlos,” you began cautiously, “can we talk about something?”

He turned, concern flickering in his eyes. “Of course, amor. What’s on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, deciding to ease into it. “I just feel like we’ve been drifting apart lately. You’ve been so busy with work, and we hardly spend any time together anymore.”

Carlos sighed, setting the spatula down. “I know, and I’m sorry. The work’s been intense, but it’s important for the next season. You understand that, right?”

“I do, but it’s not just about the work,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “I saw a message on your phone last night. From someone I don’t know.”

His expression shifted, guarded. “A message? From who?”

“I don’t know. The name wasn’t familiar. But it said, ‘Can’t wait to see you again.’” You watched his reaction closely, hoping for an explanation that would ease your mind.

Carlos’s face hardened momentarily before softening. “It’s just a colleague, amor. We’re working on a project together. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Then why haven’t you mentioned them before?” you pressed, feeling a pang of doubt.

“I didn’t think it was important,” he replied, turning back to the stove. “I’m sorry if it made you feel uneasy. I’ll introduce you next time we have a work function.”

You nodded slowly, not entirely convinced but not wanting to push further. “Okay. I just needed to know.”

The days that followed were marked by a fragile truce. Carlos made an effort to spend more time with you, but the underlying tension remained. You tried to convince yourself that it was all in your head, that Carlos was telling the truth. Yet, the nagging feeling persisted.

One evening, as you were sorting through some old photos, you stumbled upon a picture of you and Carlos from a few years ago. You were at a carnival, laughing, with his arms wrapped around you. The contrast between then and now was stark. What had changed?

Just as you were lost in thought, your phone buzzed with a message from Lily.

Hey, let’s grab coffee tomorrow? We need to catch up.

You agreed, needing a friend to talk to. The next day, you met Lily at your favorite café. As you sipped your lattes, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Lily, I need to talk to you about something,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What’s up?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

You told her everything, from the increasing distance to the mysterious message. As you spoke, the weight on your chest lifted slightly, but the uncertainty still lingered.

“Do you think he’s cheating?” you asked, needing an outside perspective.

Lily was quiet for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t know, but I do know that you deserve honesty. If something feels off, trust your gut. Have an open, honest conversation with him. Don’t let this fester.”

You nodded, grateful for her support. “You’re right. I just… I need to know.”

That night, you prepared yourself for a deeper conversation with Carlos. You needed answers, and you were determined to get them, no matter how painful they might be. As you waited for him to come home, the picture of you two at the carnival lay on the table, a reminder of the love you once shared and the hope that it could be rekindled.

all credits to @landoscar-f1 2024

[bonefall]

Bonefall Rewrite Masterpost

uh

HELLO THIS IS UNDERGOING CONSTRUCTION. PARDON THE DUST.

“So what exactly is the Bonefall Rewrite?”

It is a fix-it redux of the Warriors books, sticking to the canonical order of events while making the narrative stronger and eliminating pointlessly uncomfortable aspects.

Full disclosure, it is mostly notes, outlines, and thoughts because I’m tired all the time

There are three FOUR goals;

To make a more thematically consistent WC series with a more conclusive stance on anti-authoritarianism and consistent politics for both Clans and the individual cats that constitute them.

To flesh out the culture of the clans, as well as those of the groups they interact with.

To expand on related supernatural elements including StarClan, nature entities, nature gods like Midnight and Rock, and the Dark Forest

NEW! To be cool as hell and add better battles, deaths, and dramatic scenes.

All of this is being attempted while following the ‘iconic‘ events of the main series and allowing the clans to still be flawed while textually addressing their problematic elements. I’m trying to limit massive changes; the point is to tell a more compelling version of the WC series with the same skeleton.

To that end I’m avoiding creating OCs and re-namings when possible. The exception being duplicate names because I will NOT allow there to be four Robinwings, three Milkfurs, or two Ashfurs

Other ‘fixes‘ include stretching out the timeline, shuffling around litter orders to diversify sibling dynamics, a reworked Lake map, and MASSIVELY untangling the family tree to allow for better genetic diversity and generally make the canonical pairings less gross.

“Sounds cool, where should I start?“

With this HISTORY LESSON! It’s a mega truncated guide to how each arc affects the future ones politically, just mentioning the biggest changes I’ve done to each arc so far.

Other important ‘meta’ changes you may wanna start with,

Here is my redux of the Warrior Code

I try to avoid renamings, but here is every character with a name difference from canon. Conflicts, saved kits, honor titles... (if you ever don’t recognize a name and it’s not on the wiki, check here!)

Better reasons for the scarred cats to be named like that (looking at you, Crookedjaw)

The first draft of the reworked Lake Territory map

Color-coded version

Rules and Guidelines for Family Tree reworks

StarClan’s shifting morality and a redux of the Dark Forest

After that, you can search the tag #Bonefall Rewrite, or, check these links below! I tried to sort everything that’s relevant into sections (so please lmk if I missed something you think should be here)

Family Tree Changes

(re-posted link from above) Rules and Guidelines for Family Tree reworks

First draft of the reworked ThunderClan family tree

Second draft of the reworked ThunderClan family tree (focuses on modern ThunderClan)

Assessment of WindClan

Assessment of ShadowClan

Initial thoughts for ShadowClan

Individual Cats + Reworked Relationships

Initial thoughts on The Daisy Chain (her and her family)

Spottedleaf is a rogue StarClan warrior WITHOUT that weird crush angle, and Redtail is rule-obsessed

Redtail was a strict and disciplined deputy in life, and mates with Runningwind

More examples of Spottedleaf and Redtail’s dynamic

Runningwind, Redtail, and how they as parents have affected their children, Longtail and Sandstorm

Spottedleaf’s ghost is channeled with tarspot-blighted sycamore leaves; further principles on how I approach Redtail and Spotty

Redtail would HATE being a spirit guide

Graypool is the sister of Willowbreeze from an OLDER litter (Diversifying sibling ages in general; Longtail is the older brother of Sandstorm, Tigerheart is younger than Dawn and Flame)

Spirituality Overhauls

(Reposted from above!) StarClan’s shifting morality and a redux of the Dark Forest

StarClan/Dark Forest Reply Roundup

The Dark Forest can ALSO grant lives

Why Thistleclaw walks the Dark Forest

Antpelt’s second death is an accident because they don’t know the living can kill spirits.

Sol, Rock, Midnight, and Sharptooth are gods of the four seasons

Harry is Possessed by Sol; Cinders was a lie

(Continued)

Sol meets Midnight and Proposes a Game

Through Sol’s trickery, Hollyleaf IS Fallen Leaves

Outside Groups Redone

Tribe of Rushing Water Redux

  Plus a possible replacement of the naming system and governance of the Wards

  Plus expansion on the religious customs

BloodClan Redux

MAIN ARCS REDONE

ShadowClan from the era of Yellowfang’s Secret up to TPB is MASSIVELY overhauled, Brokenstar is no longer born evil

Crookedstar’s Promise redux initial thoughts

Follow-up with more solid ideas

Bluestar’s Prophecy redux

Bonefall TPB

Firestar’s Quest redux

Bonefall TNP

construction

Bonefall Po3

construction 

Bonefall OotS

construction 

Bonefall AVoS

construction 

Bonefall TBC

SUPER EDITIONS AND NOVELLAS

Ripplestar’s Rot

Stormpaw’s Demon

Bluestar’s Flowers

Brokenstar’s Cataclysm

Firestar’s Quietus

Cloudtail’s Vow

Sol’s Game

Hollyleaf’s Century

Squirrelflight’s Horror

  #Forget-Me-Not AU

Bluestar has a friend from each clan and the group meets in secret. These friends are Oakheart, Lizardstripe, Barley, Ashfoot, and Deadfoot! There are also now two Barleys; Senior, and his nephew, Junior. They symbolize their friend group with forget-me-not flowers.

  #Father!Lionblaze AU

Lionblaze and Cinderheart are now the parents of Ivypool and Dovewing. Birchfall is Dovewing’s beloved mentor, Ivypool is the apprentice of Brightheart. Ivypool’s role is also greatly expanded in TBC, actually taking Bristlefrost’s place in some events.

This post will be continuously updated as I keep working on the rewrite, so keep checking back!

[pocarinapyon]

Nuisance of Being a Woman

For the past few weeks, you and your boyfriend had been preoccupied with work and it was ages since you two spent some quality time together. Thus, you agreed to set everything aside on Valentines Day for each other.

The special day came. You were supposed to go on a long-awaited date with your boyfriend but your body (cough - period cramps - cough) had other plans.

Starring : Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe (Separate)

Extras / Mentions : Klee, Sucrose, Kaveh

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️ [Mild Chili] Some suggestive themes (Alhaitham, Childe); Albedo being the only sane guy among the three (loljk what I meant was sweet Bedo); Petnames, if it bothers you; Stray cuss words; Mentions of blood (because periods!); Feeling insecure because of stains; Self-indulgent because stupid cramps and period got me absent yesterday, and nearly today 🥺 Oh what a way to start the week!

Pls. Lmk if there are typos or grammatical errors or whatever.

Future Plan : N/A... Maybe to go see a doctor IRL? LOL! 😅🤣😭

Target is female reader.

To whoever is reading please enjoy.

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Albedo

"Big brother, let's go! You've been fixing your hair for the past ten minutes!" Klee exclaimed as he watched her brother who painstakingly styled his already majestic fluffy hair.

Albedo chuckled at the girl munching on sweets.

"Of course. I want everything to be perfect. Today is a special day, after all," he explained, patting Klee's head lovingly. "Now then, I think it's time we head out."

"Hehe~! Okay!"

Albedo and Klee strolled outside and was greeted with various romantic decorations. Restaurants served special menus and discounts for couples. Shops sold merchandises that were meant to express love. Bards sang ballads of romance. Truly, love was in the air and its effects were contagious.

"You behave yourself now, okay? We'll pick you up at eight," Albedo knelt on the ground and reminded the energetic lass as he patted her head.

"Okay! I promise I will behave," Klee repeated solemnly. "Hehe~! Bye! Enjoy your date with [your name]!"

Albedo hummed with a nod. The girl gave him a tight hug of goodbye - to which the Chief Alchemist reciprocated with a gentler one - before running off to play with her friends. He watched his sister flee then made his way to your meeting spot. Usually, the three of you would spend the day together looking like a family. But today, Albedo deemed it had to be just the two of you.

The Favonius Captain of Investigation Team, for once, felt anxious. It was now an hour past the agreed time and there were still no signs of you. Perhaps he had not realized he made you mad at him for spending less time with you? Or perhaps he had done or said something wrong during the brief moments you spent with each other? But whatever it was, his brain cannot seem to remember anything that warrants your absence on a special day.

"Mister Albedo, good morning," Sucrose greeted, effectively distracting the young man in his deep thoughts.

"Mmh. Good morning," he replied. "Have you, by any chance, seen [your name]?"

"Today? No, I'm sorry."

So it was possible you haven't been out of your house. He thanked his subordinate and decided to investigate. Striding away from your agreed place, he went to visit your home.

Albedo stood in front of your door. He observed you truly were at home as you left your outdoor lights on. Did this mean you overslept? Three knocks and a call of your name. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.

"Pardon my intrusion, my love, but I am going in," he warned, bringing up his spare key to the doorknob.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by the silent corridors of your humble home. Your footwear remained in the doorway, further proving you have not left.

"Bedo...," your weak voice called, suggesting you were in pain.

"My love," he responded immediately.

Your lover rushed to the source of your voice - your room - and found you curled like a ball on your bed, grimacing in pain somewhere located in your lower abdomen. Your lower garments were stained red, inking your sheets with the same colour.

Ah, period cramps. A severe one.

"Nnh... Bedo, I - I'm sorry you had see me like this," you winced, feeling the stinging pain brought by your period.

"There is no need for you to apologize, my love," Albedo cooed. "How are you feeling?"

You felt the side of your bed dripped as Albedo sat on it. He gently rubbed your back.

"I - I feel so messy. This is embarrassing...!" you whined.

The thought of your perfect lover witnessing you in a horrible state brought tears to your eyes. What if he didn't want to see you again? What if he realized he was out of your league? What if he left you for someone better? Terrible ideas invaded your brain as your hormones told you how Albedo was not meant for you.

"Hush, my love," Albedo, sensing your distress, gently said as he planted a kiss on your cheeks. "Please do not fret. Allow me to prepare you a soothing lavander mix and a warm bath to get you cleaned up. Also, is there anything you're craving?"

"N - no...," you protested. "Bedo, we were supposed to have a picnic on Starsnatch Cliff. And I was supposed to prepare our food. And I was supposed to be on our meeting place at what? An hour ago? Archons, I'm sorry I ruined our plans," you cried, sniffing your snot so as to not destroy your already unsightly image.

"My love...," Albedo uttered as his heart broke watching you fret over something that didn't matter to him. "A ruined date is nothing compared to your health. You. Your well-being is what's important to me. Rest assured my love for you will never fade and will only continue to grow."

Slowly facing your lover, you blinked your tears away. Albedo, your prince, looked perfect - was, is, and will always be perfect. While you, you looked like shit right now. And you both missed your date because of you. You-

"I love you," Albedo declared, kissing your tears away.

You nodded. The horrible thoughts terrorizing you were banished by your prince as he caressed your face and gingerly drew circles with his thumb, effectively melting you into his loving touch. A victorious smile painted Albedo's face as he was relieved he was able to calm you down.

"My love, I understand the pain makes it difficult but please try to relax. You don't have to worry about a thing. Please, as your lover, let me take care of you."

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Alhaitham

"Alhaitham," Kaveh called, popping in front of the muscular man out of nowhere. The blonde then sniffed his roommate causing Alhaitham to retract. "Is that actually perfume on you?? Wait! Of course! It's Valentines Day! Ugh! Don't tell me you're planning to have sex here tonight? Frankly, I don't want to hear you guys shagging."

Alhaitham rolled his eyes at his guest's peculiar actions. Obviously he wanted to score. The last time you and Alhaitham did the deed was a month ago - and that was a quickie because you had fieldwork to do. After that, he couldn't help but crave for more. Today was, after all those excruciating lonely nights, finally the day he would indulge himself in your warmth after your modest lunch.

"What of it if I bring [your name] home?"

"Ugh! I know what will happen when you bring her home. You're going to take her directly into your room, banging and fucking her until all Teyvat knows your name."

"Hmph. That's a perverted imagination you have right there. I'd advise you to stop thinking about my girlfriend like that. Also. If you think it is awkward, why don't you leave my house instead?"

"Woooow! Are you actually kicking me out?? You are so petty!"

After the battle of wits against his roommate - and effortlessly winning - Alhaitham rushed to your house. As agreed upon, he was to pick you for lunch and he was a buzzer beater. So there he stood in your doorway, shuffling his gift from his hands - an assorted liqueur-filled dark chocolate from Fontaine - before knocking at your wooden door.

Odd. Usually, you would have already answered his call by now. After a few minutes of waiting, Alhaitham deemed it would be wise to knock once again. But before his knuckle could meet the thick wood, you slowly creaked the door open to reveal yourself.

Odd. Usually, you would have already been dressed by now - complete with your cute outfit, fashion accessories, and make-up. However, it seems you had just taken a bath as your hair was wet and a towel draped on your shoulders. Another thing the scribe did not fail to recognize was the sweat drops littering your forehead. Calculating all the possibilities, to his dismay, the most probable reason for this was-

"Darling," you greeted in a forced energetic voice. Stepping aside to welcome your lover, you beckoned, "Come in."

Your lover let himself in your home, his turquoise eyes meticulously observing your sluggish movements. Also, you were hunched a little, indicating you were in pain.

"Sorry if I'm still in my house clothes. I'll...get dressed real quick."

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"Are you on your period?" Alhaitham inquired, aiming straight to the heart of the problem.

"Ah -!" you uttered, momentarily freezing at his accurate calculation. "Y - yes...," you yielded, sighing as you could sense the disappointment in Alhaitham's tone of voice even if he did not admit it. You did not dare look into your lover's eyes as you knew his dismay would be evident there. Instead, you walked towards your living room and beckoned him to follow while providing a simple explanation, "My cramps are acting up again."

"Ah. Cramps. Of course," your lover repeated, his tone now laced with mischief.

From behind, Alhaitham snaked his arms around your waist, one hand still held his gift while the other soothed your lower abdomen with a massage. He pressed onto your flesh and rubbed lower as to help flush out the pesky blood. In this distance, you could smell the intoxicating perfume he had on and you simply melted in his muscular arms, moaning softly as he continued his ministrations. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could also whiff the scent of your shampoo, effectively luring him deeper into depravity.

"Darling, I've learned sex can help ease menstrual cramps," he whispered on the shell of your ear, fanning his hot breath to stimulate you. It was all he needed to say.

"Haitham..." You didn't intend to moan his name but you did - and you knew he was, in a way, manipulating you to get what he wanted. So you reasoned, "You know period sex is messy, right?"

"It's nothing shower sex can't fix. Besides," Alhaitham spoke as he began to kiss your neck hungrily. "It's effective in relieving your pain and it aids in flushing out your uterine lining. It's highly beneficial for you, don't you think?"

"Oh, darling. You're so needy," you teased as you allowed Alhaitham to touch your body. He was right though: you were starting to forget the pain you were feeling earlier.

"I am," he admitted, his hands now free and undressing you. "I've missed you so much."

You rested your head on Alhaitham's broad shoulders and let him rouse your already burning body, whimpering and moaning at his devouring passion.

"Feels good already, doesn't it? Heh. I told you it relieves cramps. Wait 'til I massage your walls with my fat cock."

-----

Childe

Childe, in a relationship, had always been clingy with his beloved. He loved sweet embraces, cuddles, kisses, and any other form of skinship, grounding him that he was still a human who longed for affection.

Unfortunately, in the recent weeks, he was deprived of your loving touch. The distance tore him apart as he was sent back to Snezhnaya while you traveled to Sumeru. Your love letters were the only things he used to get by, but even it was not enough.

No, it was never enough.

On your letter, you agreed to meet with Childe in Sumeru and spend the Valentines in the nation of Dendro. This greatly excited the ginger as the giddy thought sent him to euphoria.

Luck didn't seem to be on his side as he was requested to extend his stay in his mother nation. No worries. He calculated if he boarded the earliest ship, he would disembark on exactly Valentines Day. At least he could still spend the day of love with you. In short, his romantic plans for the two of you were not entirely spoiled.

Yet.

The fourteenth of February. Finally, the naval ship he was in had reached Port Ormos. Almost jumping from the ship, he quickly disembarked and rushed to the room you mentioned you were occupying.

"[Your name], babe, your husband is here!" he called after knocking on your rented room's door. "My love! My darling! My baby!"

He couldn't help his excitement. It had been so long since he last saw you. So when you opened the door, he immediately pounced at you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Baby girl, I missed you so much!"

"Childe."

Unacceptable! Did you just call him Childe instead of baby boy? Or hubby? Or my darling snowflake of Snezhnaya? Seriously, he would be rather called anything other than Childe, or Tartaglia.

And you weren't reciprocating his embrace! Did his long absence make you mad at him? Or maybe it was because he had not given you his souvenir from back home yet?

Did you wince??

"Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?"

"Ugh... Period. And cramps. And pain everywhere," you explained.

Yikes!

"Aw... My baby is hurting. Have you been drinking a lot of water? Or do you want to try turmeric or ginger?"

"Heh... Ginger. But, you're a ginger, right?" you retorted jokingly before whimpering at the sudden sting on your lower abdomen.

"That's not what I meant, wifey," Childe chuckled and shook his head. "Let me help."

Childe then, with his strong hands, gave you a back massage as he knew you don't bruise easily during your time of the month. He started on your shoulders and worked downwards, pressing and kneading on your muscles in hopes of easing your pain.

"Mmh... Baby, you're so good," you moaned, melting at the pleasure of your lover's soothing touch.

"Haha! Are you actually horny right now?" Childe asked, still working his thumbs on your muscles.

"A bit... I've missed you, you know," you admitted, closing your eyes at the heavenly sensation of Childe's strong hands. You leaned yourself on the wall so your boyfriend could apply more pressure.

"Aw, baby! I've missed you too! Want to have sex?"

"Pfft. No. Not now, baby. You know I'm on my period."

"Babe," Childe whined without interrupting your massage. "C'mon. Just today. Please? I'll help you clean up, I promise," he negotiated. No, he begged.

"I'd love to, babe, but-"

"No buts, babe," Childe immediately replied.

He then shifted his hands on your hips while still kneading his thumbs on your body. Trapping you between the wall and himself, Childe inched closer to you so you could feel the bulge poking you from behind.

"Just today, babe," he whispered in an erotic tone.

The thought of your pussy staining his cock red caused blood to rush down his manhood. He could take you here and now but he had to be careful not to cause you any more pain.

You clicked your tongue in response.

"Fine. But I expect to be pampered later. I want a nice warm bath and another massage. There has to be scented candles and flower petals on the thub and the bed. Plus-" you then continued on with your demands.

Childe didn't mind. He'd be willing to go the extra mile just to make you happy. But right now, the only thing on his mind was to fuck the blood out of your pussy.

He would make you feel good, he promised.

Hello, headache! Hello, abnormal bleeding! Hello, cramps! We've said our greetings, now can we say our goodbyes??

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some take-aways. 🥡🥡

[angelface-posts]

Need

Notes: um hi, kind of crazy that people read my writing????? I did not think that anyone would so thank you to everyone that did <33 ily all!! Also please send asks and stuff, i wanna hear ur horny thoughts.

Also I am aware how stupid fuck or die is but idc and the situation was hard to think of so sorry if it sucks but I think we are all just here to see Frank’s cock so ignore that it is very unrealistic. 

reblogs and likes much appreciated :D <3

Pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader.

Summary: Your job with Madani often includes dangerous situations and today was one of those days. Some asshole drugged you with an aphrodisiac and of course only cumming will stop a horrible fiery death, the asshole in question just so happened to be someone the Punisher was after too, will you and Frank cross that line to save each other? 

Warnings/ tags: DUBCON (cuz sex pollen, but they both want each other, even without the pollen), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, blowjob, masterbation (f), fuck or die lol

lmk if I missed any tags!!

MDNI !! 18+ ONLY I WILL BLOCK U

Today was supposed to be a good fucking day. You had been tracking this asshole for what felt like forever and to make it even sweeter you had an inkling that the Punisher himself was going to be there and you were going to get them both, two birds with one stone and all that. 

You did not anticipate that the asshole would have gotten his hands on some ex-military biological weaponry, god bless America, right? 

You had gone in alongside Madani but the two of you got split up when he started shooting, leaving you and him in one room together and Madani god knows where. 

“Just hand yourself in, there’s no way for you to get out and you’re making it worse for yourself the longer you shoot at us!” You shout across to him, trying to get him to come with you semi willingly. 

Before you could say anything more though, the room is filled with gas, what you assumed was just a smokescreen to allow him to get away unseen. However, in a matter of seconds you are beginning to feel faint and disoriented. You must pass out because the next thing you know you are in the arms of one incredibly strong man who is dressed all in black. 

“Frank?” you groan out.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on just a little further.”

“It hurts, Frank.” your words come out breathy as heat forms under your skin, the close proximity with Frank only making it come on quicker. 

“What hurts, darlin’? You hit anywhere?” His voice is fraught with panic.

“Not hit, it hurts down-down there.” Even with your mind full of drugs the phrase causes heat to flare in your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He is carrying you bridal style and your thighs rub together slightly with his heavy steps, you are barely aware of your surroundings, only thinking about the desire pooling inside you. Suddenly a cool breeze sweeps across your skin making you sigh contentedly as it soothes your burning skin.

You reach what you assume is Frank’s van and he manoeuvres you into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to give you air while he pulls out his phone. 

He holds it to his ear for just a few seconds before he starts berating whoever is on the other end, the rising of that deep gravelly voice and the way the vein on his neck stands proud send you further into overdrive. 

“...so you just fucking left her there?! You thought she was gone- Madani the next time I see you, you better be wearing a bulletproof vest. What was that fucking gas anyway, she’s burning up and says she’s in pain…an ‘af’ what? Aphrodisiac? Well what the hell does that mean?... Christ. I was only in there for a few minutes, I feel alright, a little hot but judging by the looks of her it’s not as serious...”

You can only hear Frank’s replies to Madani so you can’t really tell what’s going on, not that you would be much use at the moment anway, all you can think about is the slick building between your legs and how fucking good Frank looks right now. 

Jesus, was he always this attractive? 

Yes. 

Fuck. 

How long have I had the hots for the fucking Punisher?? 

Get it together.

But he looks so good, fucking hell…

After his angry phone call, Frank walks back to the passenger side of the van. 

“Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?”

“Not good, hurts so bad Frank.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Madani said it’s some kind of drug and you need to, uhh, finish to make it go away. I’m gonna get you home, okay? And then I can ring someone for you, yeah? A partner or ex? A friend even, someone you trust. Can you try and think of someone for me?”

“Uhghg there isn’t anyone.” You groan, frustrated that he can’t see what’s right in front of him. “I-i want you Frank, please.” you’re practically whining now, with need and also the thought of Frank denying you release.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drug talking, c’mon lets get you somewhere safer.”

“No, I’ve wanted you for a long time but I could never admit it” you would have been shy under any other circumstance but the drug was working quickly, was it a truth serum as well as an aphrodisiac?

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really don’t know what you're saying right now, you don’t want me, I can promise you that. Deserve someone better than this.” He chuckles dryly at the end, dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly. 

“Stop telling me what I want Frank. I need you, I think I trust you more than anyone I know…judging from that you need me too.” You gesture to the slight bulge in his trousers. 

“That’s not- that’s not what you think.” He replies, his eyes flitting around nervously, his ears taking on a pinker hue than before. Fuck, had you just made the Punisher blush? as if you could find him any more attractive. 

“What I think, Frank, is that you were in that room too, so you must have inhaled at least some of the drug. Please, it hurts so bad, I just need you to make it better.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself under his breath before looking you in the eyes, “I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, alright? And what if after this wears off you don’t feel the same way, huh, what then?!”

“Frank I’ll feel the same, I have felt this way for too long. If you don’t drive me somewhere else we are going to end up fucking right here in the car park.” 

He slams your door and rounds the van in a jog, throwing himself into the seat and speeding onto the main road, anxiously looking at you from time to time. 

The drug has practically taken full effect now, whereas before you could hold a semi-fluent conversation, now all you can’t think of anything but the heat curling in the pit of your stomach and the tingling between your thighs. Frank must sense the change in you because he reaches across to squeeze your arm. He meant it to be reassuring but in your drug infused mind all it did was make the fire burn more fiercely. You inhale sharply before letting out a small moan, your hips rolling in your seat. 

“Frank please!” You sob out, you’re properly begging now, all shame gone out of the window. 

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, I’m sorry, we aren’t far now.” His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is laced with genuine concern. He has retracted his hand from your overheated skin now, resting them firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white. 

Suddenly, the urge gets too much and you have to find some kind of relief. Your hand pushes past the waistband of your trousers and into your underwear, which you find completely soaked. Your wet folds feel hot and swollen, your body begging for release.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just have to- it’s too much Frank, I have to,” your words come out confused and whiny, too focused on the overwhelming feeling to be coherent. 

“S’okay, baby, do what you gotta do.” His low voice sends a shiver through you and you whimper when your eyes catch his, finding only concern and perhaps some desire rather than the disgust or judgement you expected to be there. 

Your fingers work quickly, rubbing over your slippy folds and protruding bundle of nerves. The feeling is like nothing else you have ever felt, the pleasure magnified to a huge degree. Finally you sink your fingers into your heat, a relieved sigh slips out of you and you see Frank briefly look in your direction. His eyes locked on the sight of your hand working into yourself under your trousers, and you see him shift slightly in his own seat. 

You keep rocking onto your own fingers, your chest is heaving now and your moans and whines are getting louder by the minute. 

“Fuck, feel s’good, Frank, I wish it was you, love your hands so much,” you’re not even aware of what you’re saying at this point but it spurs Frank into playing along now. 

“That so, baby? What do you like about these hands, huh?” He’s trying to help you over the edge without having to touch you himself, still concerned about overstepping boundaries. He thought that maybe if you came like this, the drug might wear off enough that you wouldn’t need him, and he would go home alone and spend some time with his own hand to work the drug out of his system too. 

“Uhhh, they’re so fuckin’ big Frank, d’you know that? Fuck, and they look so strong too, just wanna feel them all over me.” You’re so close now you can feel the rush of it coming on strong, hips moving fast against your fingers, your palm catches just right against your clit and you’re there. Moaning out Frank’s name and bucking wildly, legs shaking and closing around your hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there we go. Sh sh sssh, you’re alright, did so good.” He speaks to you soft and low, stealing glances at you to try and gauge how you’re feeling now, whilst also trying not to crash the van. “You feeling any better, sweetheart?” Finally he has pulled into the parking lot at his apartment.

“Need more, Frank, I’m sorry, please, I need you, need more” Your voice is just wet sobbing at this point, you can’t help but feel so overwhelmed at all these feelings. Cumming has left you more sated now, but the ache isn’t fully gone, and you just want him close to you.  

“Shsh ssh, it’s alright, gonna take good care of you, darlin’, don’t you worry.” he strokes his fingers gently across your cheek before pulling you closer and kissing your head lightly. 

He gets out of the van and rounds to your side, opening the door before leaning across you to undo the belt. If the sweet heady smell of you was strong in the van, leaning close like this makes it completely overwhelming to him, another effect of the drug. He holds a hand out and helps you out of the van, ushering you towards the building and thanking whatever god was out there that the lift had been fixed a few days before. 

Eventually you reach his apartment and he leads you to the bedroom, sparse and lacking personality for the most part, the only sign of his living there are the stack of books on the bedside table. The sheets are clean and tidy - military habits are hard to kick - and his pillow smells faintly of him once he lies you down on it. You sigh out at the warm feeling the scent gives you, pheromones enhanced by the drug making you light headed.

“What do you need, baby?” he’s lying practically on top of you, supported by one arm, leaving the other free so he can softly cup your face.

“You Frank, please, anything you’ll give me, want it all.” you’re breathless with need, practically panting under him.

He smiles softly at your heated words, his free hand moving from your face to stroke down your side before pulling at the waistband of your trousers, you lift your hips to allow him to free you of your underwear at the same time and then he helps you pull off the rest of your clothes leaving you bare to him. 

His hand moves between your thighs now, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slick, messy circles over you, a content noise catching in your throat at the relief of him finally touching you.

“So wet baby, you came so much already, huh?” His words make you moan, arching up to him, his head is buried in your neck now, leaving small kisses as he talks to you. All the while, his fingers never falter, even with your writhing under him.

“Feel’s s’good Frank, don’t stop,” you’re so lost in your pleasure that you don’t even acknowledge his question, but the wet sound of his fingers once he pushes them into you highlights just how slick you are. All he can do is smile fondly at your hazy state, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth, slightly in awe of the view of you under him.

The drug has been working slower on him, him being bigger and having had a smaller dose than you but he is certainly feeling something from it, heat rising under his skin and the aching of his cock reminds him that he needs to cum too. 

“These hands living up to expectation?” He smirks down at you, your eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, mouth hanging open with silent moans and pants you can’t contain. You just nod desperately in affirmation, words failing you. 

His long fingers are reaching parts of you that yours can’t seem to, pumping against your g-spot practically in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Your hips rock up to his hand, moving with his fingers and the obscene sloshing sound of your pussy is almost pornographic. 

You keep moving with him until you reach your end, hips shuddering and bucking, your moans loud enough for neighbours to hear now. He praises you through the whole thing, how good you look coming undone for him, the impossible clenching of your pretty little pussy. 

You have barely come back down as he moves himself between your legs properly now, kissing you deeply and rutting against you, you suddenly realise he still has his clothes on and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against you. 

“Can I fuck you now, baby? Shit, that drugs some powerful stuff, I’ve never - ah fuck - never been this hard in my fucking life.” He’s still moving against you as he talks and peppering kisses to your face and lips. 

“Please, Frank, I want it,” your multiple orgasms mean the drug is just a small buzz under your skin now, instead of a roaring fire but still all you want is to feel him fill you to the hilt, stretch you out and to see him come undone just like you did. 

He makes quick work of his clothes, you don’t miss the wet patch along the zipper caused by your pussy rubbing against him. When he finally gets his boxers off you can’t help but inhale a small gasp at the sight of him. Standing proud, the tip looks almost angrily red and you have no idea how he held out this long, making sure you were taken care of while he himself was in just as bad shape. 

“So pretty, Frankie,” you can’t help the soft adoration from leaving your lips, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you tryna make a man blush? ‘Pretty’” he scoffs under his breath and shakes his head looking away from you, but he can’t help how his heart swells slightly at your praise, “you don’t gotta do all that, honey-” 

“But I want to, so bad.” You cut him off and move to the edge of the bed grasping one of his arms to pull him closer before smoothing your hands up the sides of his thighs, reaching for his cock, looking up briefly to see his nod of consent before taking the hard velvet into your hand. 

You pump him softly and he lets out a groan at the relief of your touch, hips bucking slightly as he gets used to the pleasure. 

“Sorry, can’t help it darlin’, feels so good.” His speech is breathy and strained.

“S’okay, just want you to feel good,” you reply before taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. A lot of him doesn’t fit so you work him with your hand at the same time, bobbing your head and moaning at the feel of him filling your mouth. You continue like this for a few minutes, licking and sucking to your heart's content, Frank growing more and more needy by the second. 

“Jesus, m’not gonna last, baby, I gotta be inside, that okay?” he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. Your soft please is all it takes to have him lifting you back on to the bed properly and slotting between your thighs. You’re still so slick from cumming earlier that he glides into you with hardly any resistance. You both moan out as he pushes all the way in, before stilling as best he can to check you’re alright. 

You buck your own hips slightly and he gets the picture and begins moving, his hips hardly leaving yours before snapping back to you. His pelvis catches your clit just right and with how sensitive you are it doesn’t take long for you to be nearing that all encompassing feeling yet again. 

“Goddamn, baby, this perfect little pussy. You gonna cum? Can feel you clenching around me.” His voice is strained with the effort of trying to keep composure but he manages to look into your eyes as he talks, overwhelming you in the best way, unable to see or feel anything but him. 

“Yeah, I’m so close, please don’t stop, you feel s’good.” All you can do is whine under him, clinging on to his arms for some semblance of grounding. 

He speeds up at your words, grunting in earnest, the sound of your wetness and your skin meeting again and again pushes you both to the edge. He drops down right as he releases groaning loudly against you, hips stuttering in their rhythm. You cum hard, it blindsides you, you bite into his shoulder to try and mute your moans but they seem to escape anyway. 

You lay there for a while both panting before you break the silence with laughter, you can’t help it. You’re laughing at how ridiculous the situation was and at the sheer amount of bliss that coursed through you, leaving you thoroughly exhausted and content. 

“What you laugh at, pretty girl?” He moves to lie beside you, taken aback at how gorgeous you look, fucked out and happy. 

“I don’t even know,” you smile like an idiot before kissing him, it’s mostly teeth through your smiles but it’s sweet. “Thank you. For looking after me, Frank, I’m so glad this happened, glad it was you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he jokes before turning more serious, “I’m glad you don’t regret anything, sweetheart. Will you stay here for the night? Not done taking care of you yet.”

You do stay, and true to his word he takes care of you, in a much more innocent way. Running you a hot bath and bathing you himself, cleaning your skin softly and giving you sweet kisses as he goes. He warms some clothes for you in the tumble drier and cooks you a simple pasta dish. He even changes the sheets on the bed before cuddling you to sleep, facing each other, your head tucked into his neck and his hands softly tracing up and down your back. 

Yeah, maybe today was a good day and maybe you didn’t want to put the punisher away after all…

[jeyramarie]

hungry eyes- Florence Pugh x Reader (Part 3)

summary: first date with Florence, kind of

wc: 1,983

warnings: none

a/n: this chapter came out longer than i thought 😂 but i hope you guys like it! if you want a part 4 let me know and happy reading 🦋

p.s. i noticed i didn’t have a florence tagist so i tagged people who have commented on my previous flo fics, if you wanna be tagged lmk ♥️

part 1~ part 2~ 

A few hours after visiting some stores close to the hotel, Florence texted. You were walking down the street to another store with your friends, all of you with bags in hand when you felt your phone vibrate. 

Flossie 

Hey, it’s Flo! 

Was wondering if I could still join you? 

A smile appeared on your face almost instantly. You looked up from your phone to see your friends who were still walking in front of you. 

“Guys! Wait a minute!” You shouted, making them turn around to you smiling at your phone. 

Hey! 

Of course you can, where are you right now? 

Flossie 

I’m at the hotel. 

You looked up from your phone once again to see your friends waiting. 

“I’m gonna go get Florence real quick. Where do you wanna meet?” 

“We can meet you at the museum.” Gabi suggested as she shrugged. 

“Okay, perfect. I’ll see you guys there.” You smiled as you walked backwards.

“I hope you get laid!” Kiara shouted as you walked further. 

“Shut up!” You yelled back, causing them to laugh. 

You walked about two more blocks before getting to the hotel. Florence waited in the lobby as her leg bounced up and down in nerves. You walked in and looked around, immediately spotting her which caused you to smile. 

“Flo.” You called out, making her look up at you. 

“Hi.” She smiled, standing up and walking towards you. She pulled you in for a short hug, catching you by surprise. Your cheeks turned red as her hands touched the exposed skin on your back. 

“Are you ready to go?” You muttered.

“Yes, let’s go.” Florence replied, interlocking her arm with yours before walking out of the hotel. 

“So where are you taking me?” 

“We’re gonna meet the girls at the museum.” You answered, smiling at her. 

“Is this some kind of date?” Florence asked, making you stop abruptly. She turned to face you as you continued to stare at her with loving eyes. 

“Is it alright if it’s a date?” You smirked as she nodded with a grin. 

“Then it’s a date.” 

You both kept walking together down the streets of Italy. Florence couldn’t help but graze your arm with her free hand, causing shivers to go down your spine. Her touch was soft and delicate, like she was scared to hurt you. 

“Do you wanna go to a club tonight?” You asked suddenly. 

“Oh yes, please. I need to dance.” Flo chuckled with a wide smile. 

“Your siblings can come if they want.” 

“I’ll tell them.” 

You had finally arrived at the museum to see Gabi and Kiara at the front, taking pictures for their social media accounts. Florence tightens her grip on your arm, feeling slightly nervous at the possible reaction from your friends. They looked to the side and saw your arms intertwined which caused them to smirk. 

“Hey, guys.” Gabi smiled. 

“You ready to go in?” Kiara asked, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You replied. 

The museum was quiet and peaceful. There were only a few people which you liked since really crowded places caused you to have panic attacks. Your friends kept taking pictures of the paintings and sculptures, as well as Florence. The blonde parted from you and stood in front of a portrait with soft colors. You whipped out your film camera and shot a quick picture of her. 

“Are we gonna go eat after this?” Kiara whispered, leaning into you. 

“Well I was thinking about going to a club. We can eat at the hotel though.” You replied with a smile. 

After 10 more minutes, you had seen everything and walked into the gift shop. You bought some keychains and pens for your family as well as your friends. You all walked back to the hotel and went to your rooms before ordering room service. The girls were busy seeing the menu so you decided to sneak off to call Florence. 

‘Hi.’ 

“Hey, um… just calling to see if you wanted to get ready together. I don’t know if you wanna come over to our room or I go over to yours.” You said nervously, fidgeting with your necklace. The line went quiet for a bit which made you even more nervous. Your mind went crazy thinking that maybe you had overstepped and she thought you were crazy. 

‘You can come over if you’d like. I ordered some pizza… and some wine.’ 

Your heart started racing and a smile appeared on your face. 

“Um… yeah, yeah. I’ll go over just text me the room you’re in.” 

‘Okay, see you in a bit, love!’ 

Florence hung up the phone, leaving you with red cheeks and a giddy smile. You walked out of the bathroom and stood in the middle of the room making your friends look at you in confusion. 

“I’m gonna go get ready with Florence. So um… let me know when you guys are about to leave.” You said, scratching the side of your head waiting for a reaction. 

“You’re gonna go to her room?… Where she’s staying at? Alone?” Kiara asked with a smirk. You nodded and took a deep breath. 

“So you’re gonna go fuck?” Gabi questioned bluntly, causing you to chuckle as you stared at the ceiling. 

“No, we’re not fucking. We’re just gonna get ready together.” You smiled, walking to your suitcase. You unzipped it and rummaged through it, coming across a skin tight short dress. 

“Of course you won’t…. of course cause you definitely don’t have any attraction towards each other.” Kiara sarcastically said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Call me when you’re about to leave. I promise I'll tell you what happens.” You laughed, grabbing your heels and makeup bag before walking out of the bedroom. You look at your phone one last time, checking the room number before making your way down the hall, towards the elevators.

The walk was quick, she was pretty close. You stood in front of the door, feeling nervous as ever. You combed your fingers through your hair quickly before knocking on the door. Your eyes drifted to your feet as you felt more and more nervous every passing second. The door clicked open and you lifted your head to see Florence in her bathrobe. 

“Hi, come on in.” She said, stepping aside so you could walk into the room. The room had one bed and her clothes were laid on the bed along with some jewelry. 

“You don’t know what to wear yet?” 

“No, I just got out of the shower and I was looking at my options.” Florence replied, standing next to you as you both stared at the bed. 

“I can help you if you want.” You muttered, turning to look at her. 

“That would be great, thank you.” She smiled. You went over the outfits one more time, pointing out pros and cons with each one. Finally, you both decided on a jean jumpsuit with heels. Which made her ass look great but of course you were pretending that you weren’t looking. She went into the bathroom after getting dressed to get started on her makeup as you started to get ready. 

Once in your dress, you tried to zip up the dress but you couldn’t so your only option was Florence. You turned around and went to the bathroom door, knocking it softly so you wouldn’t startle her. You held the dress up in front of your chest, waiting for the door to open. She finally opened, you looked up at her and almost choked on your saliva because of how stunning she looked. She wore a burgundy lipstick with glittery eyeshadow that made the green in her eyes pop. 

“Can you um… can you zip me up?” You stuttered turning around to show her an open dress. Florence swallowed nervously as she saw your bare skin. Her fingers barely touched you but every fiber in her body wanted to. She grabbed the zipper and pulled it up, making your dress clung tightly to your body. 

“Thanks.” You whispered, looking over your shoulder and walked away. You sat on the bed and put on your heels, feeling her eyes burn into you. 

“I’m almost ready, just need a bit of makeup.” You said looking up at her to see her leaning against the door frame. 

“You don’t need makeup.” She scoffed under her breath with a slight chuckle as she scratched her eyebrow. 

“What was that?” You asked, pretending you didn’t hear what she had said.

“Oh nothing just um… t-the food should be here any minute.” Florence rambled and went into the bathroom again to finish up her makeup. 

After a few minutes, you were done with your hair as Flo left the bathroom giving you space to start on your makeup. You were going for a simple look but with a bold lip, so you were invested in red lipstick since the dress was black. When you were halfway done with your eyeshadow, the pizza arrived along with the wine which made your stomach growl. 

“Y/n! The food!” Florence called out from the bedroom. 

“I’ll be right there.” You shouted back as you curled your lashes. You must have accidentally curled a bit too harshly cause when you released it a sudden pain/bother in your eye. 

“Shit.” 

“What’s wrong?!” Florence asked from her bed. 

“Ugh, I think an eyelash fell in my eye. I-I can’t take it out.” You said as your eyes kept getting watery. Heels clacked against the floor as Florence ran from the bedroom into the bathroom to see you rubbing your eye. 

“Let me take a look.” She said lowering your hand as she looked at you. Florence stepped close to you, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your cheek. 

“Okay, okay. I see it. Just stay still.” 

“Sorry it's just- ugh, it’s bothering me.” 

“I got it, I got it.” Florence muttered moving her hand towards your eyes, carefully removing the hair. Relief came over you immediately as you blinked rapidly to finally look at her clearly. Your eyes connected and she moved her hand to your cheek again. Her eyes moved down to your lips and back to you y/e/c orbs making you do the same. You started to lean in, both of your lips inches apart. Her breath brushed against your skin, making your hands shake. Your lips were about to connect but the both of you jumped back in surprise when your phone ran. You moved away from each other and you grabbed your phone seeing that it was Gabi calling. 

“Hey, you guys ready?” You answered.

‘Almost, we’re finishing up on the food. Plus, Kiks took forever to choose her outfit.’ Gabi replied with a chuckle. 

‘I want to look my best for Italians, okay?!’ Kiara shouted in the background making you laugh. 

“Okay well, Florence and I are ready over here. We’re gonna finish the pizza and leave.” You said, playing with the eyelash curler as Florence stood there, moving her hair away from her face. 

‘Okay, girly. Go back to your girlfriend.’ Gabi chuckled. 

“Shut up. We’ll see later.” You said and hung up the phone before turning to Flo. 

“Um.. they’re almost ready. They haven’t finished the food.” 

“Alright, well… it gives us time to finish our pizza.” She smiled. 

“Yeah, I’m starving so um… you can go get the wines ready while I finish up here.” You suggested. Florence nodded and walked out of the bathroom, giving you the chance to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

You and Florence almost kissed. And you both wanted it. 

‘Holy shit… I almost kissed Florence.’ You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This is going to be an interesting night.’

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Pomegranate Honey | Chapter Four

for he is different

Word count: 3k

Relationship: Sugar daddy! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Fingering, D/s undertones, Joke about underaged drinking, Recreational Drinking, Implied/Referenced Daddy kink that i will not be tagging further on (it’s basically like very chapter) [LMK if you feel I have ever missed anything. It’s been quite a while since i first read/wrote these chapters] THIS SERIES IS ENTIRELY NSFW, 18+ ONLY PLEASE

A/N: enjoy!! anyway this is the first of many chapters with nsfw scenes. also so sorry this has taken so long, i wanted to stop clogging the tag. also someone close to me got covid and i was worrying abt that. also milo and micah are dating

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Spencer did not ask them the next day. In fact, he didn’t decide to bring up anything near the topic until their Netflix date. Of which, Spencer had looked up beforehand. Apparently Netflix and Chill was a euphemism for sexual activity while Netflix was played in the background.

The idea made Spencer choke on his coffee, but he wouldn’t say that the idea sounded unpleasant. If his cold shower had anything to say, he liked the idea quite a bit.

Y/N had quickly guided him from the living room and what he assumed to be the open area, into Y/N’s bedroom.

“Kick off your shoes, get comfy,” Y/N suggested while opening the door for Spencer. He walked in and took off his shoes, for once happy that he’d decided to dress down. He was wearing one of his only hoodies and a pair of comfy pants.

Y/N flopped onto their bed and looked up at Spencer expectantly. He quickly sat down next to them, giving Y/N a fair amount of space. Y/N rolled their eyes at Spencer and moved so that their back was against the headboard, all the while pulling on Spencer’s arm.

In their other hand was a remote controller that was currently opening netflix. “Whatcha wanna watch?”

Spencer hummed, he couldn’t see the summary of any of the titles, “I don’t know what’s good, you choose.”

“New Girl it is!” Y/N gleamed and clicked on the show. As the episode progressed, Spencer found himself retaining the information and character personalities, but spent most of the time watching Y/N’s facial expressions. It was obvious that they had watched the show before, even though the excitement and emotions seemed to be as fresh as the first watch through - it was weirdly endearing.

By the third episode, Spencer and Y/N had moved close together, shifting so that they pressed against each other. By the fifth episode, Spencer had wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and slid down, allowing Y/N’s hands and fingers ruffled and messed with his hair.

It was then that Spencer spoke up in a quiet voice, knowing that waiting for the right time would just mean waiting forever. “What... um, what are we?”

Y/N giggled and moved their head so that they were looking at Spencer upside down. “What do you want us to be?”

Spencer gulped, not knowing the answer. He did however, know that he wanted Y/N to be the one to choose so that they would be pleased. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Unspoken was the thought that he’d be okay with anything as long as you were his and only his. Either that, or nothing between them at all.

“What if I said I was only comfortable with a sugar relationship?” Y/N replied with a smile that, due to their upside-down state, looked like a frown.

With a hum, Spencer knocked the tips of their noses together, “Then I would say that I could do that.”

“You sure you got the money?”

Spencer looked up, acting like he was calculating something, nodding to himself, “I can make do.”

He became more serious, “What did your past sugar daddies provide?”

Y/N rolled their eyes, “My past sugar providers - I don’t discriminate - gave upwards of 300 bi-weekly.”

“Alright, I can do 400,” Spencer retorted and Y/N rolled their eyes for a second time.

“Ha-ha, like anyone other than a rich white person could afford that.”

Spencer smiled teasingly, “Really, I could afford 500. I only ever buy books and such, also an FBI agent doesn’t make little scraps.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and they switched to right side up, the blood flowing back from their head, “I thought you being an agent was just a joke, my god. I’m dating a G-man.”

Spencer curled his lips, “A joke?”

Y/N sighed, “Everyone said you looked too skinny and weak to be FBI.”

A growl rose in Spencer’s throat and his eyes narrowed. He was more than done with people saying he was too weak to be in the BAU. Sure, he had failed all physical exams in the academy, but he’d made up for it by doing ample field work. Plus, he had gotten a 100 on his recent gun qualification.

An idea flitted across his mind and before he could go through the pros and cons, he had already pinned Y/N to the bed. Spencer’s hand grasped Y/N’s wrists above him.

Y/N’s eyes were wide, but Spencer noted that it wasn’t in fear. Rather, it seemed to be in anticipation and surprise.

Spencer softened slightly, but didn’t move or release their hands, his nose traced a line from Y/N’s collarbone to their ear.

“Easily,” he murmured, “I could easily show you how wrong they are.”

Y/N’s back arched into his hand with a whimper. Still, they tried to keep a strong front, “Then show me.”

He didn’t waste a single moment to pess a deep and searing kiss to their lips. Y/N tried to break from his grip on their wrists, but failed. They huffed against Spencer’s lips and he chuckled back at them, moving from kissing their lips to sucking on their neck. Spencer’s hands wandered past the hem of their shirt to slide against the warmth of their back and sides.

Y/N’s legs wrapped around him, causing their hips to slot together. Spencer groaned at the friction, hands moving to Y/N’s hips and pushing them down to grind against him.

“Spencer,” Y/N whined, their now free hands moving to grab at Spencer’s hair.

“What do you want, baby? Come on, use your words for me,” he responded to Y/N’s wordless question.

Y/N pouted, “Touch me!”

Spencer laughed while his fingers rubbed circles against Y/N’s waist, “I am touching you.”

“Not like that,” Y/N groaned. “I want you to fuck me!”

With a smile Spencer pulled off his shirt and said with a coo, “You only had to ask, bumblebee.”

He worked on pulling off Y/N’s shirt, eyes not hiding how they hungrily gazed at the skin exposed to him. The T.V. was still playing so he quickly shut it off before attaching his mouth to Y/N’s nipple. He licked, sucked and lightly nipped at it before switching his attention over to the other one.

Slowly, Spencer worked on trailing down their stomach, brushing his lips against the place where their skin met fabric. Y/N moved to pull off their own pants, but Spencer did it for them. Spencer licked his lips while looking into Y/N’s eyes with a smirk before biting down harshly on their thigh, which causes a cross between a whimper and a moan to leave Y/N’s lips. Spencer pressed a kiss to the area before continuing to place wet, hot kisses up their thigh. Quickly, he moved, earning an angry huff from Y/N. His lips latched onto the other side, licking the spot where their right leg joined their hips.

Y/N tugged on his hair and Spencer had to take a deep breath and stop for a moment. He rutted against the bed slightly to relieve some of the pressure straining against his pants. Spencer chuckled as Y/N tried to guide him, but allowed them to do so. He licked a long stripe up to Y/N’s clit, smiling at the sounds that floated from Y/N’s lips and into the air.

“Shit,” they breathed out, “I thought I asked you to fuck me?”

Spencer clicked his tongue, “So impatient. I’m getting to that.”

Y/N whined and clamped their legs together in order to block Spencer. However, he didn’t bulge even one bit and forced their legs to pry open again.

He held their hips down with one hand and started moving a finger in them. They were already so wet, so Spencer decided to quickly add a second finger to join his first. Y/N whined, but he shushed them and brought another finger to their entrance, thrusting it slowly, at a torturous pace for Y/N, with the others.

Y/N’s moans were getting more apparent and impatient.

“Just get in me. There’s a condom in my bedside table. ‘I’m on birth control, too.”

Spencer sighed, tugging off his pants and boxers, somewhat relieved at the loss of some of the pressure. He was disappointed that he only barely got to taste Y/N, though. They were delicious and Spencer was hungry. He could wait though, right now he was more focused on finding the little plastic square. He found it and looked down at Y/N, who was blushing. “Your condoms glow in the dark and are red?”

Y/N shook their head, “I didn’t buy them. When I told Milo you were coming over he threw two at me.”

Spencer laughed and carefully opened the package, taking out the little rubber to roll it down his length. He saw Y/N gulp and asked why, earning himself a very flustered, “Well, it’s just, you’re a lot bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”

Spencer mouthed an ‘oh’ before placing a quick kiss on their lips, “It’s fine, I’ll be gentle.”

Y/N rolled their eyes, “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to ruin me.”

Spencer chuckled, “You’re gonna regret saying that.” Then he, in one motion, lined himself up and thrusted in. He wasn’t a monster though and gave Y/N ample time to adjust.

After a few moments had passed, Y/N nodded an okay for him to move. Spencer started slow, but he wasn’t gentle. His fingers would definitely leave bruises on their hips with how hard he grabbed them. Y/N dug their nails into his back, as if holding on for dear life.

“Do you always do this?” Spencer growled, picking up pace till he was slamming into Y/N so hard the bed shook. “Have sex with your sugar daddies after telling them that’s what you didn’t do?”

Y/N whined, eyes rolling back into their head, “N-no. Only you.”

Spencer huffed a quick laugh, “Only me? That’s right, little one. Only I get to fuck you like this.”

“Only you!” Y/N repeated like a lifeline.

One of his hands moved to rub against Y/N’s clit and his head moved so that he could press more kisses to their lips. Y/N clenched around him and he pulled back with a groan, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

“Please, faster,” Y/N panted out between moans.

Spencer complied with a smile and a moan, his hips slamming into Y/N’s and his face pressing in the crook of their neck. His arm moved to wrap around Y/N and pull them close - as close as he could till they were skin to skin everywhere.

Spencer’s lips peppered kisses on their throat and his hand trailed back to their clit, circling it a bit faster than before. As a result, Y/N came with a shout, dragging their nails down Spencer’s back and left a trail of pain that went unnoticed as Spencer worked on chasing his own relief. The sight of Y/N coming was enough to bring him over the edge.

After a few minutes, chest heaving and legs growing weak, Spencer carefully pulled out. He tied and threw the condom into the bin and laid beside Y/N.

Y/N happily sighed and cuddled into the warmth of his chest, speaking a quiet and giggly, “Hi.”

Spencer smiled, his lips perking up at the edges, “Hello.”

Y/N thrashed as they shifted to turn around and face Spencer. Spencer held back a laugh and loosened his arms. Y/N sighed and looked up into Spencer’s eyes, “We should go take a shower, unless you want to do the walk of shame.”

“Okay, you’ll need to tell me where it is.”

Y/N scoffed, a faux bewildered expression landing onto their features. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t want you to take a shower with me?”

“If you want me to shower with you, you can just ask.” Spencer's voice quieted to a whisper against Y/N’s ear, “You know you get what you want when you use your words, bumble.”

Y/N shivered and moved away from Spencer, their teeth dug into their bottom lip. “C’mon you dork, shower time.”

Spencer smiled and followed them off the bed and into the hallway. He realized that he had been following Y/N quite a bit, but this time, he understood that he would probably follow them to the ends of the earth and that was scary.

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“I’m officially meeting your friends, and the establishment you choose is a Hooter’s?”

“I’ll have you know that Chrissie works here. Plus, it wasn’t my choice: Milo’s paying, so it was up to him.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, he actually didn’t mind going there. He’d never gone, but Morgan had gone once and told him about it. The servers uniform caused them to be clad in shorts that only covered half of their bottoms and low-cut V-necks that showed as much cleavage as possible to let it still be a restaurant where only people getting alcohol needed to be carded while also giving pleny of sex-appeal.

He knew why they were going here. Y/N wanted to see how good Spencer’s behavior could be when faced with temptations. He wouldn’t fail, of course. He had no need to look at anyone else; not when he was admiring both the work he’d done to Y/N’s neck and how damn pretty Y/N was in the lighting of the restaurant.

When their table server came over, Spencer only glanced over her to see her name: Chrissie. So, this was one of Y/N’s roommates. Luckily when they were sat down by a host, Spencer was able to sit beside Y/N. However that meant that Milo and Micah, Y/N’s other two roommates, were directly across from him.

Spencer busily hid himself by looking through the menu. He couldn’t hide for long though.

“So, Spencer,” Milo said, “Why exactly did you decide to give me an A despite having done none of the work.”

Spencer winced, instantly recognizing his name, “Ah. Milo Young. I’m sorry, I got my FBI job back and so I couldn’t teach and- ”

Micah laughed, “Mi, stop messing with him.”

“Sorry, sorry! I had too! But hey, thanks. I would not have passed your class otherwise,” Milo replied with a laugh, clapping a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. Relief flooded through Spencer and Y/N squeezed his hand slightly.

Chrissie came back to their table. Spencer was not attracted to her but could see the appeal; Chrissie had tawny curls that bounced around her face, making her waist seem smaller by comparison. Her bright smile and caring attitude made her an overall warm person, including her warm-brown skin.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome to Hooters, what can I getcha’ started with today?”

Milo smiled, “Cheese sticks for the table and I’ll have a Root Beer. No ice.”

Everyone went around the table ordering their drinks. Micah got a Mountain Dew and Y/N asked for a Long Island Iced Tea.

“I’m gonna need to see your ID.”

Y/N gasped, jokingly saying “You know I can’t use a fake around a fed.”

Spencer glared at Y/N but they just laughed and pulled out their wallet. Chrissie only took a glance at their ID before telling them that their drinks would be there soon and leaving towards the kitchen. Spencer noticed how Y/N’s eyes quickly met his own gaze to try and follow it, but to no avail, seeing as Spencer was looking at Y/N and not Chrissie’s receding form.

Together the four ate, laughed and talked. Spencer found himself easily melding into the conversation. Slowly, Milo and Micah started to drink alcohol while Spencer refrained, opting to continue sipping his sweet tea.

Soon, Y/N was cut off and they were all done with their food. Spencer dragged Y/N out, waving bye to their roommates who were going down the street to a bar.

Spencer dug through Y/N’s pockets for their car keys and Y/N giggled, “If you want to get handsy at least take me home, first.”

“You’re drunk,” Spencer stated as Y/N tried to kiss him. “Let’s get you home and in bed, light-weight.”

Y/N growled playfully, “I like the sound of that, tiger.”

Spencer sighed as he tried to buckle Y/N in, prying their fingers from trying to unbuckle his belt. Then, he sat on the driver's side while creating a map of D.C in his mind. If they were on Bordelon Street and Y/N lived on Lester Street, then they needed to make a left, three rights, and then a U-turn.

With his directions prepped he drove.

The trouble after getting to the loft was getting Y/n into bed without them pulling their clothes to try and ‘seduce’ him. Little did they know he would do about anything for them, only while they were sober, of course.

Eventually, Y/N was in their underwear and covered up under their five or so blankets. Spencer pressed a kiss to their forehead and went to leave, but was stopped by a hand tugging on the back of his shirt.

“Yes?” he asked Y/N who was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Stay,” they whispered as silent as a leaf falling from a tree. As if they were scared Spencer wouldn’t want to.

“Do you really want me to?” Y/N nodded and scooted over, with a smile Spencer slid under the covers next to them.

Y/N gravitated towards him naturally, arms wrapping tightly around him and face smooshing to his chest. Spencer smiled as he carefully placed a kiss to their hair. His eyes fell closed and relaxed into Y/N’s bed, which was much too soft for his normal comfort.

With Y/N, he wasn’t normal. It was different than being a ‘robot’ with his coworkers, but not quite the same as the way his co-workers would have preferred him to act, either.

His tedium had been completely destroyed by Y/N and he didn’t mind a bit. “Goodnight, bumblebee.”

“ ‘Night, daddy.”

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Ina x MC

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Bea is staring down at her phone with a furrowed brow as she scrolls through the numerous posts on The T. She knows she should be helping Ina mark papers but she can’t stop thinking about the rankings

“Bea? Please do not make me remind you that you are here to grade papers, not scroll aimlessly through social media” Bea sighs but begrudgingly puts her phone down on the table as she continues to mark the papers

After a few minutes of uninterrupted work, Bea’s phone screen flashes. She ignores it and continues marking the work before her but several more flashes light up the phone and she picks it up with a huff. Multiple texts from Zoey appear on the screen

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babe have u seen the rankings??

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u should probably check them

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girl????? this is a crisis

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hello????

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LOOK AT THE RANKINGS

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In the final message, Zoey includes a screenshot of the current rankings. Bea has fallen back into 6th position which means she can no longer attend the year end gala as a competitor for the ‘person to watch’ award. That means all the hard work Zoey and herself put in was for nothing. With dread seeping into her body, Bea hastily unlocks her phone and checks the rankings. Surely enough, she has fallen down into 6th place

“Bea! Put your phone away” Bea looks up at Ina with wide eyes, it was unlike her to get frustrated with her that easily

“Sorry Ina, I’m just having a bit of a crisis at the moment” Ina’s gaze softens at Bea’s worried tone and she puts her pen down before taking her glasses off and placing them atop her head

“Would you like to talk about it?” Bea nods before going into detail about how she is no longer able to compete for the award. At the end of it all, a slight smile tugs at the corner or Ina’s lips

“What’s so funny?” Ina tries her best not to smile at Bea’s annoyance

“Nothing’s funny!” Ina looks away to compose herself before she continues

“I just thought your crisis would be about something important” Bea looks back at Ina with a disbelieving expression. She blinks slowly in an attempt to compose herself

“This is important to me Ina” She emphasises Ina’s name as the anger inside her slowly seeps out

“Of course it is. But on the grand scheme of things, these asinine rankings are irrelevant” Ina puts her glasses back on and picks up her pen

“Maybe you should focus your energy on things that are actually important” As Ina goes back to marking she hears movement from the other side of the room. Bea has stood up from her chair and is gathering her things, rage showing clearly on her face. Ina’s brow furrows

“Where are you going?” Bea turns to face Ina with a sneer

“Away from you. You obviously think I’m stupid for giving a damn about the rankings” Ina’s eyes widen in shock as she stands from her seat

“Bea I never said that!” Bea rolls her eyes as she continues to the door and Ina pushes herself out from her desk hastily, causing her chair to topple over and hit the floor with a resounding thud

“Bea!” She rushes forwards in an attempt to grab onto her arm

“I didn’t mean any of it like that” But Bea has already gone

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A few days after the altercation between Ina and Bea, Bea sits in one of Ina’s lectures with a glazed expression. She barely pays attention to whatever it is that Ina is saying, her annoyance at her professor making it hard to focus. Suddenly, she is snapped out of her daze when she hears someone call her name

“Bea?” Ina looks at Bea from across the lecture hall with an expectant gaze. There’s also a softness in Ina’s eyes as she waits for Bea to reply

“Sorry professor, I didn’t hear the question” Bea looks back at Ina with a face devoid of emotion and this causes Ina’s brow to furrow momentarily; she had never seen Bea act so cold towards her before. Shaking off her concern, Ina repeats the question but is given a shrug as response from Bea. Ina plasters on a bright smile although she does not know if she looks happy or frustrated in that moment

“Come on Bea! I think you’ve got an answer in you somewhere” Bea rolls her eyes before averting her gaze from Ina to study her nail cuticles

“I said I don’t know” Bea says this forcefully which causes the fake smile to fall from Ina’s face and the rest of Bea’s classmates look to her in shock. Nobody was ever rude to professor Kingsley, especially not Bea

“Ms Hughes, please see me after class” Ina says this curtly before turning away from Bea and she tries best to continue her lecture with enthusiasm. However, the weight of Bea’s resentment weighs heavily on her. She quickly runs out of steam and so takes the decision to end class a few minutes early

The way Bea is behaving really troubles Ina; the pair had argued before but Bea had never acted so cold. It made Ina panic a little bit. The thought of not being able to do anything to help repair the damage between herself and Bea made her feel helpless and afraid

Bea picks up her bag and swings it over her shoulder, the zipper still undone, as she rushes to leave the room before Ina can catch her. Unfortunately for her, everyone else races for the exits at the same time and so she gets trapped in the middle of the commotion. Suddenly an arm reaches out towards her and pulls her from the huddle of students; annoyance spreads through Bea as she sees who pulled her away from the exit

“Bea, we need to talk” Bea pulls her arm from Ina’s grip before making her way over to the professor’s desk. She sits on the edge of it and crosses her arms

“What is it?” Ina is momentarily taken aback by Bea’s abrupt tone but she quickly smoothens out the worry lines of her face and smiles sadly at Bea

“I’m really sorry about what I said the other day. I didn’t mean for it to-” Bea holds up a hand as she pushes herself up from the desk

“Listen, professor” she emphasises the word ‘professor’ and Ina definitely takes notice. Every time Bea calls her that, it feels like a blow to her stomach; a sharp reminder of the forbidden nature of their relationship

“If you don’t have any work for me, and you’re not going to scold me, then I’m gonna go, okay?” The tone Bea uses is a condescending one, but it doesn’t make Ina feel angry at her, it just makes her feel sadder and even more regretful than before. She hangs her head

“I’m sorry Bea, I just-” Bea cuts Ina off by walking across the room to the door. She doesn’t even turn around before she leaves

“Goodbye professor” she disappears into the corridor. Ina takes a step towards where she last saw Bea but she stops herself from going any further

“I’m sorry Bea, please forgive me” she says this weakly into the empty air of the lecture hall; no one is around to hear her 

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Nightcall

Pairing: Thrawn x afab reader

Rating: Explicit (Very 18+)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: established relationship, edging, praise k!nk, very slight dom/sub undertones, interspecies relationship

Summary: Reader has had a VERY long day, and Thrawn is away from the Chimaera. Or is he?

Author's note: Hi! I'm finally starting to post fics to Tumblr again. I've been away for a bit, but I am very excited to write more. All my stuff is also on AO3 here! Any comments or reblogs are always greatly appreciated (seriously y'all leave the sweetest comments and it makes my day). Have fun reading my first ever attempt at smut and lmk if you'd like to be added to my tags <3

Today had been hell.

Thrawn had departed the Chimaera days ago to handle some business on Coruscant, and, as usual, Konstantine was using his absence as an excuse to be a massive pain in the ass. The Grand Admiral relied on you to help keep order just as much as he relied on Eli Vanto, but he was currently as busy as you were. So, the ever-glamorous job of making sure the Seventh Fleet remained in orbit mainly fell to you.

It was the fifth day Thrawn had been gone, and you were already fantasizing about throwing Konstantine out of the airlock. It would undoubtedly save the remnants of your sanity. He usually wasn’t blatantly insubordinate, but today he seemed to make an exception.

“I simply don’t understand why the Grand Admiral is insisting on holding this formation,” he exclaimed. “We should be chasing the rebels back to their base by now!”

Another headache was definitely coming on. I swear on every star in this kriffing galaxy…..

Your reply was icy and tinged with frustration, “Konstantine, if you wish to question the Grand Admiral’s tactics, you are more than welcome to discuss it with him when he comes back. Until then, we will be following the orders he left us with.”

He momentarily met your piercing stare before realizing any further arguments would be futile.

“Fine. I do believe I’m needed elsewhere,” Konstantine huffed as he departed the bridge.

For the first time in hours, the bridge was blessedly silent. You sank into a chair, rubbing your temples. Kriff, I definitely feel that headache now….

A sudden hand on your shoulder made you jump. You were so distracted that Eli might as well have materialized out of thin air.

“Hard day?” The corners of his mouth twitched as he attempted to stifle his amusement. “I heard you gave Konstantine a well-deserved earful.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Next time, it’s your turn. This is my fourth headache in the past five days.”

“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off? You’ve been working harder than anyone else on the Chimaera for days.” He lowered his voice before adding, “He should be back soon.”

A wave of relief washed over you at the news. You and Thrawn had gone to great lengths to keep your relationship secret from the crew, but Eli was too good of a friend to be kept in the dark. Besides, he would’ve noticed eventually that his two best friends were slightly more than friends.

Eli must’ve noticed the change in your expression, “Oh, you definitely need a break.”

He shoved a datapad in your hands and started pulling you to your feet, ignoring the numerous protests you gave him. “Here, take this to Thrawn’s office, leave it on his desk, and then you’re taking the rest of the day off. No arguments.”

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Thrawn’s office was its usual freezing temperature. Even though your uniform had layers of thick material, the chill was easily seeping through them. Shivering, you placed the datapad on the large desk in the back of the room.

You turned to leave, but a pang shot through your heart as you looked around the empty room. It was normal for you to barely see Thrawn on the days he was especially busy, but it was always different when you knew he wasn’t on the Chimaera at all. Stars, you missed him when he was gone. Just knowing he was nearby on days you couldn’t see him was so comforting. “Soon” wasn’t a good enough time frame for when he’d return.

A sudden thought crossed your mind; nothing was stopping you from spending the night in Thrawn’s quarters. It wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence for you to sleep here, and it would be comforting. Besides, with your headache, you didn’t exactly feel like walking all the way back across the ship to your room, and his private quarters were conveniently connected to his office.

You began stripping off your uniform as you walked into the room and made your way over to the bed. It was still freezing, but every layer you removed took the worries of the day with it. Soon, everything except your bra and panties sat neatly folded on the bedside table. In this moment, you weren’t an Imperial officer; you were a woman climbing into her lover’s bed for comfort after a long day.

As soon as you slid between the soft, black sheets, you instantly received the comfort you were craving. They smelled exactly like Thrawn, crisp and clean, but with a unique depth cut by the citrusy scent of his favorite tea. You could almost imagine that he was actually there beside you. A contented smile crossed your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

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You suddenly woke to a light caress on your cheek. In your groggy state, you didn’t fully realize what that touch meant until you leaned into it. You would have probably fallen back asleep were it not for the low, pleased murmur that followed your actions.

“Apologies, ch’eo bat in’a, I did not mean to wake you, but I was not expecting to find you here.”

Your eyes flew open in shock as you sat up and gasped, “Thrawn!”

The low light in the room illuminated the regal form sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. Thrawn’s usually unreadable expression was one of slight amusement mixed with another, softer expression. You couldn’t help but notice his beautiful azure-hued skin and luminous ruby eyes were only complemented by the dimmed light; you couldn’t help but think he was meant to be seen like this. He must’ve been tired from the constant travel, but nothing in his posture or expression gave it away.

You didn’t wait for him to speak again before reaching over to embrace him. Thrawn immediately wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you in tightly. Pressing your face into his chest, you quietly murmured, “I missed you.”

He said nothing, so you assumed he didn’t hear. You both sat contentedly for a few minutes and savored the intimacy before he moved one hand to stroke lazily down your back and the other to run through your hair. As you leaned further into his touch, he grabbed your chin and turned your head so he could press his lips to your ear.

“You are quite endearing when you’re half-asleep. It’s beautiful,” he whispered.

The praise combined with the sensation of his warm breath in your ear finally did you in; a flame began to spark to life in your core. You had missed him, and every single part of you was screaming for you to let him know just how much.

Before you could even move, Thrawn trailed his lips down to kiss your neck, and the flame in your core blossomed. You let out a quiet, breathy moan, and he immediately stopped.

Bringing his lips back to trace the shell of your ear, he rasped, “Oh? It seems you did miss me. How fortunate that I was able to return to you already in my bed.” He paused to lightly trace the outline of your bra before continuing. “And in something so pretty too. A shame that it will soon be discarded.”

You whimpered at his words as his lips renewed their brutal assault on your neck and upper chest. For what seemed like an eternity, Thrawn was content to lavish affection on the spots that provoked the greatest responses from you as his hands held you in place.

“Thrawn, please…. Touch me….” you begged, hoping desperately for him to comply.

He merely let out a dark chuckle as he chided, “Patience, ch’eo ch’itiseb, for every protest that leaves your pretty mouth, I will be sure to make you wait even longer.”

You bit back a moan at his sinful words; his eyes seemed to glow even brighter, and his smile turned feral. The look he gave you in return was simply predatory.

He continued to suck hickies into the sensitive skin at the base of your neck and around your collarbones. His tongue licked a long, torturous line up the column of your neck to kiss the area under your jaw. With every kiss, caress, and touch, the flame in your core spread throughout your entire body. He bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and you melted even further into his arms.

“It seems you were able to learn an adequate lesson in patience, so now we may continue. Turn around for me,” he ordered.

You turned to face the wall as he returned to his previous position at the edge of the bed. He trailed his hands up your waist and around to cup your breasts. Thrawn may have decided that you could have more of his touch, but he still refused to dip his hand under the lacy fabric of your bra. Instead, he teasingly rubbed over the material to brush against your nipples. Your head fell back to rest on his shoulder as you pushed your chest out into his hands, still desperate for more.

“How very, very eager for my touch….” His tone was still infuriatingly collected for how quickly he’d reduced you into a moaning mess, but a slight accent began to mar his words. “Ch’itses’o euhn ei.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Thrawn unfastened and discarded your bra. Finally, he wrapped his hands entirely around your breasts. The sharp contrast between the warmth of his body and the room’s icy air only intensified the pleasure as he began to roll your nipples between his fingers.

You couldn’t help but moan his name again, loudly. Thrawn’s breath hitched before he let out a low, breathy moan, “Bun vn’inen’i. Let me hear you.”

His voice had always been profoundly attractive, but hearing him murmur filthy sentiments into your ear in his native tongue made you absolutely melt. You let out another gasp and rubbed your thighs together, seeking any friction you could find, keenly aware of the desire beginning to pool between them. In your desperate search for friction, you accidentally rubbed your ass back against him and felt his growing erection.

The contact made Thrawn hiss. In one fluid motion, he flipped you around, pushed your back flat against the mattress, and leaned over you.

It was moments like this when you remembered you were in the bed of one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. Thrawn’s ruby eyes glowed with lust as he gazed down at you. His feral smile returned as he studied his prize. “Allow me to show you just how much I missed you.”

He trailed kisses from your breasts down to your inner thighs, nipping at them slightly, then stopping to look up at you as he reached your panties. “These must go,” he murmured against your thigh. Thrawn took the band in his teeth and began to tug the panties off, using his hands to remove them fully.

Finally, you laid before him completely bare, and once again, he paused to appreciate your body. “Simply beautiful,” he cooed.

Thrawn returned to kiss your inner thighs before he spread your legs further. He moved to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed and pulled your hips to the edge. You knew exactly what was coming next. “Oh….”

You barely had time to moan before he swiped an experimental finger through your core. Under any other circumstances, you’d be embarrassed that you were already so wet, but Thrawn lit a fire in you that no one else could. Now it was his turn to let out a low groan at his discovery.

He didn’t waste any more time before moving one of his long fingers to lightly trace around your entrance. The torment of his delicate touch made you rock your hips upwards, desperately begging for more contact. Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside you, making your walls clench hard around them. You moaned and begged for more as he began to pump them in and out of your drenched core, causing your legs to shudder in pleasure.

“Look at you, I’ve only just started using my fingers, and you’re already shaking,” Thrawn groaned.

He brought you right up to the peak of pleasure before suddenly withdrawing. You sobbed in protest as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Clean them off,” he commanded. Hoping that he’d finish you off if you complied, you obediently took his fingers into your mouth and sucked all your juices off of them.

Thrawn was very pleased. He moved back down between your thighs and sucked another hickey on the delicate skin before returning his attention to your core. He slowly circled your sensitive clit with a finger before licking his way up to suck on it. Once again, he continued his attention until you were at the very edge before withdrawing. Being edged once was hard, but the second time left you an absolute mess.

When Thrawn looked down on you, covered in his marks, eyes glazed over in lust and absolutely begging for completion, he lost the remnants of his control. He leaned back up to murmur, “Ch’eo ch’itiseb, how would you like me?”

“Stars, Thrawn, I don’t care. I just want you inside me now,” you moaned back at him as you reached up to help tug off his remaining clothing. After a few moments, he was also completely bare and leaning over you on the bed again.

With how desperate you felt, any time at all was too long, but your pleas and cries finally turned into more gasps and moans of pleasure as he finally lined his thick cock up with your entrance. The feeling of being so gloriously stretched and filled as he pushed in made your walls clench around him. Thrawn moaned at the sensation and began fucking you at a leisurely pace.

He leaned in to capture your lips in a burning, passionate kiss as his thrusts grew faster and your hips rose to meet them. His hands roamed your body, finding their way to pinch and tug at your nipples. You moaned into his mouth as you grew closer and closer to the high you’d been chasing all night.

Pausing between kisses, Thrawn suddenly grabbed your chin and stared into your eyes with his burning red ones before returning to kiss you hungrily. The unspoken message was clear: you were his. This new intensity, combined with his thrusts that came faster and faster, finally sent you over the edge into a shattering climax. Thrawn’s thrusts grew more and more erratic until he finished soon after you, coating your walls with his seed as he came.

As you both lay there in the afterglow, Thrawn mused, “I may have to find an excuse to be gone more often.”

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[cow-smells]

Jealousy Games [Part 2] ( Demetri x reader )

Request: Hi can u do prompt #3 from ur prompt list with demetri ? (anon)

Prompt: 3.  “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

A/N: fully intended this to be shameless smut, but alas, the plot took over. smut will be in the next part ;)

Words: 1536

Warnings: nothing really, suggestive themes at most.

Part 1

Summary: A storm forces the reader to stay at Demetri's; unfortunately, he's not the only one after her company.

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    “Thanks for letting me stay for dinner,” you gracefully thank Demetri's mom. You had gotten to know her once you started coming over to Demetri's a couple of months ago to “study” and it was clear she liked you, always inviting you to stay for dinner and urging you to come visit more often. “I should be getting home.”

    “In this weather?” she peered out the dining room window; it had begun to hail. It had begun raining earlier that day but you couldn't be bothered by it, much too busy with Demetri to even consider the weather outside or how you were to navigate home in it. “Certainly not. Call your mother, tell her you're staying here for the night. She'll understand, no parent would want their child driving on that ice. You can stay in Demetri's room and Demetri can take the couch.”

You gave Demetri a passing look so quick it almost didn't happen; you didn't want to show his mom just how eager you were to stay. “Okay,” you agreed. “Yeah, I'll go call her real quick.”

You took to the privacy of Demetri's room to notify your mum about your plans, to which she agreed, not willing to let you risk the dangerous ride home.

    “So?” Demetri asks as her enters his room a few minutes after you did, shutting the door behind himself. You grinned, pleased.

    “All clear.” you wrap your arms around Demetri's neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. You shiver in to him, enjoying the way his hands glide down to the small of your back, holding you close. After a minute he pulls away, clearing his throat.

    “This is... really great, but I actually came to fetch you. My mom wondered if we want to see a movie all together, and... You know my mom. It's not much of a question.”

You grinned cheekily, assuming this was her way of keeping tabs on you both. “Sure,” you agreed. “I'd love that.”

    It's nearly an hour in to the movie when Hawk starts blowing up your phone. The living room's lights were off, supposed to immerse you further in to the movie you were watching, but inevitably emphasizing the brightness of your phone screen to an unignorable point.

You picked up your phone when it began to ring. Seeing it was just Hawk, you silenced the call and put your phone back down on the coffee table, assuming that would be it. You didn't notice Demetri's eyes darting to your phone when you had picked it up before, you leaning a little further in to him as you leaned your back back on to the sofa.

It was two minutes later that your phone lit up again with Hawk's name, your ringtone blaring. “Sorry,” you apologized to no one in particular, silencing the call one more, this time putting your phone on mute and leaving it by your side so you could monitor it quicker.

Demetri tensed by your side, agitation creeping up in him. He knew you were friendly with the Cobra Kai's, but he didn't know to what extent your friendship with Eli went. He bit his plump bottom lip, trying and failing not to think about what might be going on between you two. Eli already had everything Demetri wanted; friends, confidence, courage. He didn't know what he'd do if he'd get you too.

Your phone keeps lighting up until the movie is finished, texts from your friends coloring the screen.

    (20:45) Hawk👊: Where the fuck are you? Pick up.

   (20:52) Hawk👊: We're all going to Aisha's to hang until the storm's over.

                              Send me your location, I'll come pick you up.

    (21:07) Aisha💕: Whats up? Hawk said you aren't answering him.

                                Come overrrrrrr!

    (21:15) Hawk👊: Y/N!

    (21:23) Tory: Wya?

   (21:35) Aisha💕: For the love of God, please answer Hawk

                            He's driving us all mad

   (22:01) Hawk👊 : I'm coming over

The final text came as credits started rolling, much to your relief. You took your phone in your hands to answer when Demetri's mom rose, stretching her arms up high with a yawn. “Well, I'm calling it a night. I expect you two to do the same soon, yes?” You both agreed – and with that, She left.

You typed a reply.

   To: Hawk 👊

   (22:03)     You're drunk. Don't come over. I'll talk to you Monday :)

Demetri looked away, trying to decide what he was to do. He couldn't help overseeing your texts, you were right beside him after all; and if he was to be completely honest, his insecurity was rising beyond levels he was comfortable with. It was one thing swaying you away from your fantasies about Sensei Lawrence; that was schoolgirl wishful thinking, at best. But Hawk? Hawk was readily available, practically in your hands already.

And you – you were going to “talk to him on Monday”. What about? Demetri's anxiety pestered him. Would you rather be with Hawk right now, only with him because you were stuck there?

    As if to solidify the thought, Hawk called you once more right after he read your text – and this time, you answered.

    “Hey.” Demetri grew restless in his seat, seeing you smile to yourself as you heard the other boys voice. “No, no, no... No, I'm serious!” despite your words, you chuckled. Demetri felt sick. “You're obviously drunk. I can hear it in your voice! Don't worry about me. Just stay at Aisha's. Promise?” you cooed at Hawk through the phone, as though he were a child. “Okay. Yeah. I'll text you tomorrow. Give Aisha a kiss from me.” You roared laughing at something Hawk said. Demetri rose, not finding the comfort to be able to stay still any longer. “Have fun... Bye.” with that, you hung up the call, a smile still gracing your features.

    “You guys are really close, huh?” Demetri asked, halting his pacing.

    “Um, I wouldn't say close. Friends, I guess.”

    “You -” Demetri stopped himself, reconsidering his words. “He obviously wants you.”

    “Um -” you began, disbelief on your face. “I – don't think so. Besides, what's that even matter? I'm here with you.”

With a grin, you reach out to pull Demetri to you, looking up at him. His brow was still furrowed with concern; you wanted to kiss it all away. How could he still not tell how you felt about him, only him?

    “Is this even where you want to be?”

Your smile widens before you plant a gentle kiss on Demetri's hipbone. “No where else.”

With that, you rise to stand too. “So, are you gonna offer me pajamas or do you expect me to sleep in a skirt?”

Demetri's eyes widened, at what thought exactly you weren't sure. “Uhh - Of course. You can choose out anything you want from my closet, I'll wait here. Let me know if you need help finding anything.”

    “Okay,” you agree cheerfully and turn on your heel to his room, amused by the privacy Demetri was granting you so gentlemanly-like, as though he hadn't experienced much more of you just hours prior.

You closed the door after yourself, leaving you all alone in Demetri's room for the very first time. You trailed a finger along his desk until you reached his closet, ready to dig through until you'd find his comfiest-looking hoodie. But then, seeing one of your favorite t-shirts of his, a different idea came to mind.

Rummaging through piles of neatly folded clothes to get it, your hand scratched itself on something when you retracted it, shirt in hand.

Curiosity spiked, you burrowed through the piles to find a golden line of condoms hidden.

    It would seem as though Demetri remembered what he was hiding too, as a sudden knock on the door startled you, prompting you to hide the condoms where you found them.

    “Y/n?” Demetri's voice called from the other side of the door, loud enough for you to hear but hushed enough to not wake his mom up. “Are you – um – finding everything alright?”

You giggled to yourself, the nervous undertone to Demetri's words obvious; he wanted to know if you found what you had without asking directly.

    “Yeah,” you gleefully replied. “Give me a minute.”

Quickly stripping off all of your clothes, you toss on a green shirt adorned with a large pai sign splayed on its front. The hem of the shirt reached the middle of your thighs, with Demetri being so much taller than you. You took a deep breath, stepping to stand in front of the bed before calling, “You can come in now.”

Tentatively, Demetri opened the door. His eyes couldn't help but rake over your body, from your bare legs all the way up to his t-shirt. He swallowed hard, trying to burn the image of you in to his mind.

He suddenly noticed the pile of clothes you left on the floor; notedly, the pair of panties peeking beneath your discarded skirt.

    “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” Demetri asked, his big blue-green eyes widening in awe.

    You smile michevously. “No.”

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[feral-dumbass]

Neon Angels on the Road to Ruin

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Steve Rogers / Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is on the phone with Steve when he decides he has to have you now. 

Includes: Exhibitionism (???), Polyamorous relationship, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Dom/ Sub undertones, Talk of oral, The stealth suit

Words: 2,008 

A/N: Hi! The only thing I love more than super soldiers is women in rock, so let’s pretend to be surprised that this my second fic with title credit to The Runaways. As always tagging the homies @babybluestan​ @gagmebucky​ @heresyoursnackdumbass​

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Masterlist

“Mhmm… Pfft, everyone knows to ambush at night. Where did these rookies come from?” Bucky speaks to Steve on the phone as he looks over reports. Steve was currently ranting about how quickly the mission with new recruits went south. Bucky wanted to be a good boyfriend and help Steve out as the reports started piling up. Man, is Bucky happy he’s helping Steve. Steve is making the recruits sound like dumbasses. It’s a shame Bucky will have to put them through the wringer come Monday. 

Bucky has had to reread Clint’s shitty sentence twice while Steve rants. He can feel his brain cells deteriorating as he tries to read the report. He’s passed multiple stick figure drawings and that was just the first page. 

Commotion from you allows Bucky to move his eyes away from the eyesore. You take a break from typing away on your computer to scratch your bare thigh. Even after you hand leaves the spot where the hem of Bucky’s t-shirt is touching your thigh, his eyes are boring holes into it. You’re sitting sideways in Steve’s reading chair, bare legs thrown over the armrest. Your soft, smooth legs shine under the light and Bucky’s hand twitches. He can practically feel your thighs underneath his hands as he spreads your legs. Not like he wasn’t just between them like an hour ago. 

Memories of you coming on his cock fill his brain as blood rushes south. He moves up to your face. You’re biting your lip in concentration as you type out a scientific article. They’re still slightly swollen from Bucky. It’s not Bucky’s fault you’re a really good kisser and he just wants to kiss you 24/7.

With the sight of the wide collar of his shirt displaying previous hickeys and little bit of your cleavage, Bucky’s ripping out a page of Clint’s report. It was shitty. Steve was gonna make him redo it anyways. He balls up the piece of paper and throws it at you as Steve continues his star spangled rant in his ear.

Everyone knows Bucky’s aim is good. He hits you right on your forehead with it. You turn to glare at him. As you blink slowly at him, he points down to his crotch. You scoff and laugh at him. Bucky moves and cups the phone away from his mouth. 

“Come hop on this dick.” Maybe Bucky said something wrong because you go back to your computer. “Please.” He tries giving his best puppy dog look, wide eyes and mouth turned into a pout. If it works on Steve, it should work on you.

“Oh my god,” Bucky‘s heart flutters as you laugh when you speak. ”I’m saving my work. Give me a minute.” 

“What was that, Buck?” Steve has stopped his rant to ask Bucky a question.

“Oh, she was just checking on the spelling of adamantium.” Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off you as you shut your laptop and stand up, putting the computer in your seat. You stretch out your arms and your underwear is on full display for him. 

“Oh,” is all Steve says before going back to his rant. You walk over to Bucky, hips swaying side to side. Bucky is hastily putting Steve on speaker and setting his phone on the mahogany desk. He takes your hand and pulls you on his lap. You throw your arms over Bucky’s shoulders and give him a sweet kiss as he rubs your back. His hand is slowly pushing up the shirt up your back so he can make more skin contact. 

“He’s really going on a rant, isn’t he?” You speak lowly and glance back at Bucky’s phone. Bucky takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to face him. 

“Ignore him.” Bucky kisses you senselessly. It doesn’t take him long to deepen the kiss, tongue swiping out to invade your mouth. You moan as his other hand moves to play with the hem of your panties. 

“You guys know I can hear you, right? You’re making out as I tell Bucky about the worst few days of my life. Unbelievable.” Bucky breaks away from you to reply and you trail after his lips. He smirks as he talks.

“ ‘M sorry, Stevie. You should see our sweet girl right now. Been walking around in my t-shirt with no pants for the past hour. All her hickeys are on display. She looks extra kissable too. Bet she’s even already wet, again, too. Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” Your eyes are stuck on Bucky’s lips, watching the way they move as he speaks. You nod. “Gotta speak up, babe. Stevie’s gotta hear too.”

“Y-yes. I’m wet. I think Bucky should feel for himself, though.” You grab his metal hand and slide it into the front of your underwear. Bucky reaches further down to where you ache for him.

At the feel of your sopping folds as he slides his fingers through the mess between your thighs, Bucky groans out. “She definitely wasn’t lying.” Bucky kneads your sex harder and your breath hitches. 

Steve inhales and exhales loudly through the phone. “I hate you. I hate you both. You’re killing me.” 

“What do you say doll? Want to kill him even more and let him hear me wreck that sweet pussy even more?” Butterflies rumble in your stomach. Even if Bucky wasn’t going to fuck yoou, you were going to ride his thigh. You find yourself nodding your head adamantly through the pleasure as Steve speaks. 

“I can’t believe I’m asking, but even more? What do you mean?” Steve’s brain is definitely fried from dealing with everyone’s bullshit.

“It was rare for me to be out of this tight, little cunt. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” As Bucky talks, he’s sliding his two of his fingers inside of you and finding those sensitive spots inside of you. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You whimper as he pumps his fingers expertly. Bucky isn’t lying. He’s fucked you until you’re overworked and sensitive. It doesn’t take much to start to feel the rise of your orgasm.  

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” His metal thumb circles your clit. “You gonna be a good slut and cum for me and Steve? You know what? Why don’t you ask Steve if you can cum?” 

“Steve, please. P-please, can I come?” No hesitation as you start to beg. 

“Let her cum, Buck.” Bucky doubles his effort, pumping his fingers at faster speed. You hold onto his bicep for dear life, nails digging crescent shapes as your muscles tense. You reach your peak.

“FUCK!” You curse in between breathy moans. Bucky lets you ride out your orgasm before he slips his fingers out of you and into his mouth. He takes his fingers out with a pop, loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“How does she taste?”

“Like fucking candy.” Steve is groaning and a door slamming in the background breaks the trance between you and Bucky. 

“I hope you guys are happy. I’m gonna jerk it out in a supply closet like some kind of creep because you two couldn’t wait twenty fucking minutes to stop fucking like bunnies.” 

“Well, you head the Captain. Let’s give him something good to listen to. C’mon and fuck me.” You look at Bucky expectantingly. 

“Fuck.” Bucky’s groaning as he sets you on your feet. Before you can blink, he’s yanking his shirt off you and standing up to his full height. You only have a few seconds to look up at him before he’s turning you around and picking you up by the waist to roughly place on Steve’s desk. Your feet barely graze the ground with your breasts against the cool wood. Bucky doesn’t make you wait for long. Before you can process it, Bucky is moving your underwear to the side and  sliding his cock into you.  You’ve had his cock enough this weekend. He doesn’t let you adjust just starts off at a brutal pace that’s already making you see stars. The smacking of your  skin echoes through the room. You have no doubt it carries through the phone.

“S-steve.” 

He moans at how wrecked you sound already. “Yeah, baby? Bucky making you feel good?”

“So good.” You whimper. Your back arches as you scramble to get a hold of the smooth surface of the desk. Bucky notices and takes your hand down to reach his thigh. Your fingers dig into his skin. You can feel his muscles contract underneath your fingertips as he thrusts into you. “So fucking good, Bucky.” Even with your ears ringing, you’re able to hear the tell tale signs of skin slapping skin on Steve’s line. Bucky is too focused on your praise to make fun of him for it, thrusting into you with vigor. He tugs on your hips so you’re hanging more off the table. You whimper out as Bucky reaches around you for your clit, rubbing in fast circles.

“Jesus Christ, you sound so pretty. I wish I was there.” 

“What would you do, Stevie?” Bucky pants as he speaks. “It sure would be great if you were here to take her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth is almost as good as her pussy. She can barely deepthroat your massive cock. It’d be a great show.” Bucky’s palm smacks down on your ass cheek. It’s almost as if he knows your mouth is watering at the thought. 

“Bucky!” Your hips buck at the stinging feeling  of metal.

“You’re the biggest fucking tease, Bucky. I should put your mouth to good use.” Bucky’s thrusts falter for a few seconds before his pace picks back up. Well, Bucky definitely wants his mouth used like a whore and you can’t really blame him. There’s something special in letting Captain America facefuck you, firm grip on the back of your head as he makes you take as much of his length as you can. 

The thought has your orgasm approaching quicker than you thought as drool starts to pool on the desk. The sight of your muscles tensing and the feel of your nails digging harder into his thigh has Bucky doubling his efforts, angling to hit your sensitive depths with every thrust and rubbing your clit even faster. 

“Cum for us. Remind Steve how pretty you sound when you cum.”  

“Cum for us, angel. Be a good girl.” 

With the sound of both of your boyfriends begging in low, deep voices for release, your orgasm overcomes you rather quickly. Your breathy moans fill the room as you pant. Your legs are so shaking so hard, Bucky has to make sure you don’t fall off the desk as he fucks you through your orgasm. You can barely make out Steve groaning into the phone as you moan out his name. 

When you manage to catch your breath over the oversensitivity Bucky is putting you through, a mischievous grin spreads across your face as he thrusts get sloppy. “You close, Bucky? I think you should ask Stevie if you can cum.”

“You heard the woman.” 

“Steve, I swear to fucking God if you don’t let me cum-”

“Nicer.” 

“Please, can I cum?”

“I think you know what I’m looking for, Bucky.”

“Please, can I cum, sir?” 

“See that wasn’t so hard. Go ahead.” With his permission, you can feel Bucky spill his warmth as you whimper. His groaning sends shivers down your spine as he roughly yanks your hips to meet cock in the last few thrusts. 

Everyone takes a few minutes to catch their breath before Steve is speaking out again. “The weirdest fucking part about this is that I haven’t had time to switch out of my stealth suit.” A moan slips out of your mouth on accident as you clench down on Bucky. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

“Did she just-”

“Yep.” 

“I want you both naked waiting for me on our bed. 15 minutes. Try not to fuck each others brains by then.” Steve abruptly hangs up after that leaving you and Bucky to scramble to the bedroom. 

[tsukishumai]

Hii. Can I please get 21 with akaashi? :)) also L O V E your work

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21. “I haven’t seen her/him/them smile like that in ages.”

Tags: mentions of alcohol/cigarettes, & meeting the parents lol

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I was having the worst case of writers block but anyway I’m kinda back I’m not sure if I like this one but I hope you do! Lmk ur thoughts <3

Akaashi put the finishing touches on the wooden board he laid out on the table, placing star-shaped fruit in empty spaces to make everything look vibrant and colorful.

“Whoa, where’d you learn how to make that?” you asked as you walked into the kitchen, two wine glasses balanced between your fingers in one hand and a large bottle of Cabarnet Sauvignon in the other.

“I saw a few posts online,” Akaashi stood back and admired his charcuterie board, nodding in satisfaction at how the salami river looked traveling between the mountains of brie and cheddar. “Do you think your parents will like it?”

You smile to yourself, wanting to point at that that’s the seventh time in thirty minutes that he’s asked if your parents would like something. But you figure the beads of sweat forming on Akaashi’s forehead indicated just how nervous he felt, so you placated him with, “I think they’re going to love it, Keiji.”

His lips twitched in some semblance of a smile for just one second before he brings a knuckle up to his lip.

“Or maybe I should put out fig jam instead of raspberry jam? Fig jam goes really well with brie, but I like the color of the raspberry jam better…”

Akaashi’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

“Too late, they’re here,” you practically giggled with excitement, setting down the wine glasses on the dinner table. Akaashi quickly started adjusting his shirt, pulling at the collar and tugging at the hem before you stepped in front of him. You gave a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and said, “Don’t worry, Keiji. I just know they’re going to love you.”

The two of you opened the front door of your shared apartment in tandem, Akaashi standing back and smiling nervously as you threw your arms around your parents. He knows how much you’ve been missing home lately; Tokyo was nothing like your hometown, and he knows all too well the suffocating air of loneliness.

Akaashi liked to think he did everything he could to keep those demons at bay, but even he understands that he could never truly fill the void the same way family could. So when he mentioned inviting your parents over for dinner, offering to pay for the bullet train tickets himself, the excitement you had shown all over your face made him wonder why he didn’t suggest doing so any sooner.

Now that he was standing here, palms sweating as he stood under the scrutinizing gaze of your father, he thinks he maybe could have waited another couple of weeks to meet your parents.

“This is Keiji,” he heard you introduce, and he automatically bent over into a bow.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Akaashi-kun, none of that, get up and give me a hug,” your mother reached over to set Akaashi straight before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Akaashi’s eyes widened in surprise, looking over to you in a slight panic as you simply shrugged. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

“I just have to warn you, my mom can be kind of a handful,” you mentioned one evening while you were cooking dinner. Akaashi stood a few feet away from you, diligently chopping the vegetables you had given him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s really affectionate, for one. That alone is enough to throw some people off,” you mumbled, giving the beef in the pot one last stir before transferring it to a plate, “She likes to tease a lot, and you can never take what she says seriously. She laughs at her own corny jokes, not to mention she’s loud.”

You extended a hand out to Akaashi, and he promptly handed you the cutting board full of vegetables. You added them back in the pot, sautéing them gently.

“That sounds exactly like someone I know…” Akaashi quipped, and you threw your kitchen towel at him.

“Shut up and hand me the curry cubes.”

Before Akaashi could even think to bring his arms up and hug your mother back, she quickly let him go and diverted her attention to the stunning display on your dining room table.

“Oh my, what do we have here,” she exclaimed, moving over to examine the variety of crackers, meats and cheeses that Akaashi so artfully placed on a wooden board he bought at the local grocery store down the street.

“Yes, mom, it’s called a charcuterie board…” you quickly went over to show your mom, and Akaashi was left alone with your father.

Akaashi turned back to the stern-faced man, bowing deeply before uttering out his second, “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.”

Much to Akaashi’s relief, your father didn’t throw his arms around him, and simply returned Akaashi’s bow. Akaashi discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on the side of his jeans, waving a hand out to motion to the kitchen, “May I get you anything to drink?”

Your father didn’t reply, simply giving Akaashi a soft grunt and walked passed him to where his wife and daughter were laughing. Your mother and you both had a wine glass in hand, sampling different combinations the charcuterie board had to offer. Akaashi observed the way your dad didn’t reach for a wine glass of his own, opting to making himself a bite of salami and gruyere. Akaashi made his way to the refrigerator, grabbing a can from the emergency six pack he bought.

“My dad, on the other hand,” you set down the plate of katsu curry at the head of the dining table for Akaashi, and plate for you in the seat directly to his right, “He doesn’t really say much, but I promise you, he’s a total softy at heart. Don’t let the scowl fool you. He’s like, the total opposite of my mom.”

Akaashi came out of the kitchen carrying to glasses of water, setting one in front of you and one in front of himself before taking his seat at the table. “I guess opposites really do attract, huh?”

You picked up the glass to take a sip, smiling into the rim, “Yeah. I guess that explains me and you.”

Akaashi paused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Akaashi nearly gleamed at the nod of acknowledgement from your father when he handed him a beer, nearly laughing at the discreet thumbs up you had given him from behind your mother.

Dinner went by without a hitch. Your mother made it easy, asking Akaashi about the details pertaining to his life, and offering him stories about your childhood. He chuckled at your frustrated groans whenever she whipped out her phone to show him baby pictures, asking her to forward him the one where you’re missing your two front teeth.

Your dad hadn’t said much the whole evening, but the crinkles formed in the corners of his eye all the same when Akaashi said a joke that made his wife and daughter howl with laughter.

“Akaashi,” your father grunted, standing up with a beer in one hand as Akaashi collected the dishes from the table, “Why don’t you join me on the balcony for a moment.”

Akaashi audibly gulped, and you fought a snicker from your throat as your grabbed the plates from Akaashi’s hands. “Go on, I got this.”

Akaashi nodded, feeling like his shoes were made of lead as he followed your father through the sliding door that lead out to the balcony. Akaashi promptly slid the door shut behind him, your father immediately leaning over to prop his elbows on the railing.

“That’s a good view,” he mumbled, waving his hand and motioning for Akaashi to stand beside him.

“Thank you,” Akaashi answered, taking his place next to your dad, “It’s part of the reason we chose this apartment.”

Your father nodded, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He brought the white stick to his lips, lighting the end before inhaling a deep drag.

“I brought you out here because I wanted to thank you,” your father started, catching Akaashi by complete surprise. “I haven’t seen her smile like that in ages.”

Akaashi was stunned, staring at your father dumbfounded as he continued to let out puffs of smoke. A couple of heartbeats pass between the two of you, Akaashi searching for the words and trying hard not to let the tears further cloud his vision.

“I’ll do anything to make her laugh like that,” Akaashi said a little too quickly, coughing over his last word, “Sir.”

Just then, your father laughed, and Akaashi found himself smiling with him.

“That’s a good man. One last thing,” your father put the cigarette out and tossed it in the empty beer can in his hand, “Don’t tell them about this cigarette, okay? I told them I quit.”

Your father gave Akaashi two pats on the shoulder, leaving Akaashi on the balcony feeling like he could just about rule the world.

[quietmyfearswith]

girl at home ; andy barber x fem!reader ; 2/3

status — completed series

word count — 4,616 words

warnings — smut!!!!!! unprotected penetrative sex (tho in my mind reader’s on the pill lmao) few swear words, angst??? making out in pool, mean!laurie, sad!reader

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — there will be a third part which will be the final part,, lmk what you think

tagging @tonystankschild

masterlist | series masterlist

Andy initially thought that following his divorce with Laurie and Jacob staying with his mom, sadness and loneliness would be his constant companions; however five months later and he found himself feeling warmth and happiness in his house that witnessed the tribulations he’s been through.

“Here’s your coffee and breakfast, bub,” Hearing her call him the nickname he’d been bestowed with after their night out made the attorney smile as he planted a kiss at the top of her head. Sitting beside her at the breakfast bar, Andy’s hand blindly searched for hers as he was reading the newspaper. “Got a busy day ahead?” She shook her no to answer his question, placing the utensil down, she placed her chin on the free hand that he wasn’t holding on to, “What do you say we head to the rec center after work and go there for a swim?”

Eyes peeking from where he was sipping on the hot liquid, “Wouldn’t it be too soon to when it needs to close?” Y/N rolled her eyes as she flicked his tie, teasing him even more, “Just say you’re a boring old man and go.” Before she even got the chance to move away from him to grab her things, Andy placed his mug down and pulled her into him — her back to his chest as he placed his face on her neck, his beard tickling her skin as he purposefully rubbed it on her to elicit a reaction.

Giggling, she scrambled to push away from his grasp, “Okay, okay! I take it back. You’re not boring.” With that he let her go as he put on a stern look, “That’s more like it! And don’t worry I’ll head there after work to prove it to you.” Hooking her bag on her shoulder Y/N waved one last time, “Better not make me wait for you, Barber.” The man could only laugh as he took a sip of his coffee, “Wouldn't dream of it, honey.”

The day dragged on as if to tease Andy since he looked forward now more than ever to clock out of work and head down to swim. And not a second more, when the clock struck four, he quickly chucked all files into his briefcase as he bolted out of his office and drove to where he promised to meet Y/N. Even as he changed his clothes from his formal wear to his swimwear, he’d fumble in excitement. “There you are, thought you’d retire to bed by now,” Her teasing voice greeted him once he walked out of the locker room.

“I’ll show you who should retire to bed,” Andy promised as his arms wrapped around her smaller frame and with his strength pulled her out of her seated position to push her all the way into the pool. Her squeal was the last thing they both heard before they both were submerged in water. “You fool!” She splashed water at him and Andy only threw his head back in laughter, “That’s what you get for teasing me, sweetheart.” Rolling her eyes, she moved to swim away from him and the older man followed her.

The next few minutes they spent swimming and chasing each other; the pool was all to themselves since swim lessons had ended earlier and since it was almost closing, they had the pool all to themselves. “How was your day, attorney?” Y/N asked as she floated around in the middle, but Andy decided she wasn’t close enough; he placed both his hands at the middle of her back, dragging her to him so she had no choice but to wrap both her legs around his torso. “It was boring earlier; but now it’s a whole lot of fun.”

Tracing his face with both her hands, she planted a few kisses on his lip before joking, “I wonder why you’re having fun.” Lowering his hands to her bum, Andy squeezed it as he bit her lower lip, “It’s all because of you, baby.” And with that he engulfed her mouth with his, which led them to make out in the middle of the pool. With both their hands trying to hold on to every part of the other they could reach. Y/N disconnected her lips from his, causing the man against her to growl, but she only smirked as she moved her head to place open-mouthed kisses on his neck. “God you feel good,” the man groaned as he caressed her smooth thighs and looked at her with desire as she stopped kissing him.

As they both were about to kiss again, one of the elderly lifeguards happened to walk in and scolded them, “Oy! Center’s closing in ten minutes; get out of here and don’t have sex in there!” Y/N pulled away from Andy, which the latter didn’t like as he prevented her from doing so. “We’re sorry! We'll be leaving,” She then untangled from his tight grip and pulled on his hand, urging him to ascend from the pool.

“That was embarrassing!” Y/N groaned as they entered their home, arriving from the recreation center and the fast food restaurant they ate at. “Well, it’s not like the lifeguard was there when we began swimming.” Andy countered as he placed his jacket on the coat hanger and plopped himself down on the couch. “Do you realize that sometimes on normal conversations, you use your lawyer logic and tone?”

The former assistant district attorney looked at the girl beside him, bewildered with what she had just told him, “My lawyer logic and tone?” She nodded as she lifted herself from where her head was leaning on his shoulder, “Yeah you get all defensive and list down everything in a serious voice.” She explained with her arms demonstrating how he crosses his arm and looks sternly. But Y/N was quick to reassure him before he could even overanalyze a part of him, “Don’t worry though, it’s hot when you do that.”

Andy then decided to use that as leverage, as he stalked towards her so when her back hit the armchair he placed both his arms around her — effectively trapping her. “It’s hot when I do that, huh?” He adored how she gulped nervously but nodded, “Well what if I do this,” His lips grazed her lips as his moved down on his way to plant kisses on her collarbone. Moving one of his hands from the armchair to lift her head up to look at her, “I think you and I both know where this is going baby, so you need to tell me now if you want to stop; I won’t get mad if you don’t want to continue.”

Throughout the first few months they’ve been living together, Andy and Y/N haven’t gone beyond kissing or the occasional make out. Getting to know each other was more of their priority every time they were together; hence why they have yet to have sex. But now, after getting to know each other better and almost learning everything there is to know about each other, they both saw themselves ready to connect with each other on a whole other level.

Y/N’s hand reached around to rest it on the back of his neck, pulling him in close enough so her lips was against his as she spoke, "I don’t want this, I need it,” And kissed him deeply to which Andy moaned out in pleasure. His hands toyed with the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her. “Such a naughty girl without a bra,” he toyed with her as his lips wrapped around a nipple, she mewled out as he licked and nipped before switching to the other nipple and repeating the same actions.

“Please Andy, don’t tease me,” Grabbing onto his hair, she tried to move his head away from between her breasts, “I need you to eat me out, please.” Kissing her navel he moved down, “Only because you asked so nicely, I will.” Sliding off her skirt, as well as her panties, Andy groaned out upon seeing her sweet pussy. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look," Was the only warning he provided before his tongue lapped up the juices that were dripping from her pussy. Arching her back, Y/N pushed Andy’s head further; pleading for him to continue on with how he was forcing his tongue in her tight hole as his thumb was rubbing on her hard nub.

“You taste divine, honey,” He spoke without detaching from her mound which caused her to shiver from the vibrations of when he spoke. Licking from her hole up to her clit, he then sucked and nipped on it as he teased the tip of his finger into her pussy. “Time to check how tight this pussy is,” He declared as he slowly eased his index finger in. Closing his eyes, he relished on how warm and tight her walls were on his finger, imagining what more if it was his cock pushing inside her.

“Andy please, I need you,” She cried out as one hand grabbed onto his hair, attempting to pull his head away while the other played with her breast. Opening his eyes, he was enraged at the sight of her adding more pleasure for herself — he pulled his finger and mouth away from where he was pleasuring her and grabbed the hand that was fondling her boob, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His wild stare on her aroused Y/N even more and she could only meekly mumble out, “I need your cock, sir.” Upon hearing her grace him with that title, his jaw clenched with desire and he searingly kissed her mouth, “You got sir so hard, baby. It’s been so long since I’ve done this; think you can handle me?”

Y/N desperately nodded as she clawed at his back — and was surprised when her nails clung onto his skin, she never noticed that he took off his shirt, but was pleasantly surprised to feel his skin against hers — and moaned out, “Yes I can take it, sir.” She opened her eyes and watched with hunger as Andy took off his pants and underwear to reveal his cock.

However she didn’t have time to take in all its glory as one of Andy’s large hands separated her pussy lips while the other stroked his cock, spitting on his hand he rubbed some of it to her cunt, “You ready for me, honey?” He slid in one stroke before giving her the chance to reply, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she drew out a moan from being filled.

“Fuck you feel good,” Andy moaned as he rested his forehead against hers, looking down on her doe eyes as he rut hard and slow against her. “Do you like how I’m fucking you?” Y/N was out of breath and could only nod as she bit her lip; but that didn’t satisfy the lawyer as he pinched both her nipples and huskily demanded, “Say it, honey, tell me how much you love it when I ram into you.”

He then proceeded to place both his hands on the back of her thighs, pushing her legs all the way past her back and knelt down properly so he could thrust in and out of her at an inhumane speed. “Yes sir, I love how you pound in to me,” She managed to gasp out as her ears were filled with the sound of Andy’s grunts of how warm and tight she was as well as the sound of their skin slapping.

“Are you close, honey?” Andy rubbed her clit when she mewled out how she was close; he was too and it was becoming a challenge for him to continue on with his harsh and rapid thrusts, but he wanted the two of them to climax together. When her hands grabbed for his firm butt and pushed him so close that his trimmed pubic area tickled the back of her butt and thighs, Andy took it as cue that she reached her climax and was now orgasming around him.

Seeing her body shake in pleasure had him groaning out, “You look divine like this, honey.” He didn’t thrust in and out of her, but settled for moving his hips in circular motion — which prolonged her release and eventually triggered off his own as he anchored his hands on her waist to ground him and hold him steady as he let out a loud groan of pleasure.

Once they both released their cum and calmed down, Andy laid down his head on Y/N’s chest, kissing her skin with more tenderness; as the latter lovingly stroked his hair as her legs wrapped around his torso. Both of them silent as they enjoyed the post-orgasm bliss before Andy peered up to the girl and smirked, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet; I got months worth of pent up frustrations and a round with you won’t keep satiated.”

With that said, the two then continued to go at it like wild animals in heat at every surface of the house.

It was unexpected — no emails, texts, calls, or any sort of communication, really — that warned Andy that Laurie and Jacob would come over the week before Thanksgiving. But here they were — two days after Y/N and Andy had sex for the first time. And upon arriving at their old home for the first time in months, the two immediately noticed how there was another car parked in front of their house.

“I doubt that’s Dad’s,” Jacob suspects as he grabbed his bag from the backseat, “He doesn’t really like compact cars.” Laurie silently agreed with what her son said, but the only thing she could tell him as he placed a hand on his shoulder as they started to walk was, “Only one way to find out, don’t you think?”

Knocking on the door, they were expecting the bearded man to open it and looked surprised at their sudden arrival. It was them who had their mouths wide open upon seeing a girl opening it. The lack of responses from Andy’s former family prompted Y/N to introduce herself as she asked, “Hi, can I help you?”

Jacob was the first one to snap out of his shock by asking, “Is my dad here?” Y/N then widened her eyes upon connecting the dots, “Are you his son, Jacob?” When the boy nodded, she then turned to the woman beside him, “And you’re Laurie, his ex-wife, right?”

When Laurie silently nodded, she then moved away from the door to usher and welcome them in, “Come in, then! Sorry I didn’t know you guys were coming.” As they stepped in the house, they noticed how nothing much has changed from the whole set up, except for the girl’s presence.

“We were planning on surprising him, actually,” There was a bit of sass in Laurie’s tone once she said that but Y/N didn’t notice that as she cooed, “Aw, that’s great! Though I don’t think he’ll be here for a couple of hours. He said there was an emergency in the office.”

Nodding, Jacob couldn’t help but wonder bluntly, “Are you dad’s girlfriend?” The mention of the said title had Y/N’s heart fluttering — it was what she hoped Andy thought of her, but the two never did discuss what their official label was — and she was quick to clarify, “No, I’m not. I just live here, I’m renting the other room upstairs.”

“Oh so dad really went through with my suggestion,” Jacob sighed as he sat down on the couch and fiddled with his phone. Laurie, however, was skeptical despite her justification yet remained silent about it. “Which room are you renting?”

Y/N offered them something to drink, to which they both declined, before answering, “The one across Jacob’s; I think Andy also left that room untouched so it should be good for you guys.”

“Mom can I go meet up with Sarah? I promised her I’d see her,” Jacob asked as and was given permission to do so. “Bye see you, mom,” He kissed her cheek on the way out, “Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

Waiving goodbye to the teenage boy, Y/N felt awkward being in the same room as Andy’s ex wife. She didn’t know how to start a conversation with her and was just hoping she didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. “So you and Andy are just what? Roommates?” Laurie pried as she sat on the breakfast bar, across from where Y/N was standing from the sink.

Clearing her throat, she stammered before saying, “Yeah, we’re roommates, I guess.” The nervousness on her tone gave Laurie all the confirmation she needed; that the younger woman hoped that they would be more.

“Are you sure that’s really all that you are?” The question had taken Y/N back, tilting her head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Laurie pinned her down with a hard stare as she rephrased her question, “Do you like Andy?” Looking down Y/N fiddled with her fingers as she swallowed before answering, “I think it’d be awkward if I were to answer that don’t you think? Like with you being his former wife and all.”

As she trailed off, the brunette shook her head and reassured her, “It’s fine, I’m just curious that’s all. You can trust me on this,” With her eyes displaying sincerity, with a nervous chuckle Y/N recounted her memories with Andy, “I mean, over the months I’ve lived here, we’d always spend time together. Cooking, talking, watching movies — he’s great company to have around and there never really is a dull moment when I’m with him. And I’d like to think that he thinks the same? Like he enjoys my company as well,” She paused for a minute, recalling if there had been any instance where the lawyer seemed unsatisfied in spending time with her; but when she failed to think of one she proceeded, “And we’ve only been intimate a couple of days ago.”

With how her gaze was on her hands, Laurie’s sinister smile missed the sight of the smitten girl. “Oh you poor thing,” Y/N snapped her head up and furrowed her eyebrows which spurred Laurie even more, “You’re convenient for him; no other woman from this neighborhood would look at him the same following everything that went down. He just missed a female’s touch and companion; rather than being lonely, he’d spend his time with you.”

Blinking back the tears that threatened to escape both her eyes, Y/N shakily breathed in and out as she processed what has been revealed to her. And it made perfect fucking sense, most of the times she’d be the one to initiate their conversations and Andy would look spaced out but be brought back to reality to laugh politely or listen to what she has to say.

“Does he call you honey?” She asked and Y/N did remember how he called her that a lot when they first got intimate a few days ago. Once she nodded, Laurie faked sympathy as she said, “That’s what he used to call me, all the time when we were together.”

Smirking at her current state, Laurie got up from their barstool, “I’m gonna go settle our things in Jacob’s room.” As the older woman grabbed their bags that were on the living room, Y/N headed for her own room as well, “I’m gonna go over to a friend’s for the weekend so feel free to use my room if you need to.”

She didn’t bother hearing out Laurie’s reply and instead hastily went up the stairs. Placing clothes and toiletries on a small duffel bag, she glanced on her phone and noticed how there had been a text message from Andy that read: Coming home in a few, will bring home some pizza and wings. Can’t wait to see you, honey.

Ignoring the text she grabbed the duffel bag and handbag, heading down — thankful Laurie wasn’t anywhere to be found — and started her car and drove somewhere else.

One thing that Andy developed as lawyer was to have a keen and watchful eye; and that became useful as he pulled over to his garage and noticed how Y/N’s compact car wasn’t parked where it usually would be in front of the house. But instead there was an SUV there.

Carrying two pizza boxes with the container of the wings on top of it, Andy entered through the back door. “Y/N, I’m home! I have some finger food so we can watch while we eat,” He called out for her as he placed the food by the coffee table. Turning to the kitchen he was surprised to see that instead of the girl he’d been calling out for, it was his teenage son who was there. “Jake?”

The boy stood from where he was sitting and left his phone on the breakfast bar as he went over to his father, “Hey dad,” They hugged and as Andy nuzzled his cheek on the top of his son’s head, he’d come to realize how much he’d missed him.

“When did you get here?” The bearded man asked as they pulled apart from the hug and sat down on the couch, “A couple of hours ago. You weren’t here when we arrived and Y/N welcomed us. So you really went through with the whole renting the bedroom plan huh?”

Shrugging, Andy smiled at the mention of the girl, “Yeah, it just worked iut well for the both of us.” Not used to seeing his father all smiley, at least not for a while, Jacob assumed that there was something more to it and teased him, “You like her don’t you?”

Andy jokingly hit his son the shoulder, “Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you those kind of questions?” Jacob just laughed as he hit his father back, “You’re avoiding my question, so that indicates that you do like her.”

Rolling his eyes, he decided to change the topic, “Is your mom with you?” Nodding, Jacob pointed to the top floor, “Taking a shower, I will too after her.”

“Good, ‘cause you stink,” Andy teased as the two boys caught up on the recent events of their lives.

In the middle of their conversation, footsteps coming from the staircase were heard, “Alright Jake, it’s your turn.” Laurie yelled as she reached to where she heard noises of chatter were coming from, “Oh hey, Andy.”

Andy waved at her, “Alright I’ll leave you two to it,” With Jacob standing up to go upstairs and bathe, Laurie took the spot her son had left. “How are you?” The lawyer politely asked.

Smiling, Laurie replied, “Good, really good. Me and Jake are loving Bakersfield. He’s doing well in school and didn’t have trouble making new friends.”

Their son had mentioned that and Andy was more than pleased to find out that the events that occurred in Newton didn’t haunt and affect him in the new city they moved into. “He also mentioned how you’ve been seeing someone?”

Eyes widening and blushing at that Laurie chuckled, “A bit? Greg was introduced to me by my cousin and the few dates we’ve been to was fun.” Her former husband was not bitter upon learning that; in fact he was delighted that she had found someone who made her happy. He might have been that person who did so in the past, but their previous mistakes and blunders caught up to them and proved that they couldn’t return to how they once were.

“What about you? Are you seeing someone?” Laurie inquired; since she thought it was only fair to ask about his love life as well. Scratching the back of his neck, Andy could feel the heat rising to his ears as he thought of Y/N. “Kinda?”

“What do you mean kinda?” The answer Andy offered was vague and didn’t scratch the itch his former wife had about his status. “I mean, Y/N, she’s been living here for a few months now and she’s made this house feel like home again.”

He looked over to Laurie to watch her reaction, seeing how she had a stoic one he thought he should explain further, “I was sure I’d be brooding and lonely following what happened,” He gestured to the space between him and Laurie, “But she made it possible for me to be happy again. She looks after me and listens to what I have to say without judgement. Her wits matches mine and she’s never afraid to back down to tease or debate.”

Holding his hands up Andy apologized, “Sorry I rambled a bit; I got too excited.” Before he placed his hands back to where they were on his thigh, Laurie grabbed one of his hands, interlacing it with hers. Fazed with what she did, he looked at her with his mouth hung agape, but before asking her about it she was quick to ask first, “Have you told her about what you feel?”

“No,” He was wiggling to move his hand away from hers but she wouldn’t budge, “Where is she, by the way? She didn’t reply to any of my texts.” Andy heard Laurie laugh multiple times, but he never heard a sinister-like one come out from here, and he did just now as she clarified, “After talking to her she said that she’ll be staying at a friend’s house.”

Andy felt uneasy with how Laurie bridged the gap between them so her front was facing his side. “After talking? What’d you talk about? What did you tell her?”

He could feel the anger and irritation slowly boiling as Laurie shrugged her shoulders, “It’s good you haven’t told her what you just told me,” Her other hand reached over to rest on the back of his neck and caress the skin there, making Andy even more irritated, “Because you and I both know that all of that’s not true.”

Pushing both her hands away, Andy moved from the couch to the opposite one as he snapped, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Come on, Andy!” Laurie smirked, “You and I both know you’d never go for someone like her!” That contributed even more to Andy’s frustration as his nose flared but she just kept going, “You’re lonely and still longing for what we had; hence why you think you like her. She’s not your type and frankly you’re way out of her league.”

“Lonely? No, that’s not the case! I know in myself that I do in fact like her. What the hell do you mean that she’s not my type?” He sassed back, defensive at how low she thought of his Y/N. “What does it matter to you, anyway? Aren’t you seeing Greg?”

Crossing her arms, she gave him a pointed look, “I am seeing him but that doesn’t mean I can’t look out for you! I’m telling you she’s not good enough for you, Andy!”

Before he could even have a chance to argue back, Jacob’s loud footsteps interrupted their heated exchange. As he reached the main floor he announced, “I’m ready to spend some family time this weekend!” Effectively ending the argument that somehow missed Jacob’s ears.

As they all agreed to have a movie marathon, Andy couldn’t help but worry about how where Y/N was and how was she. Deciding that perhaps through text is the best way to reach her as of now.

Hey, honey. Where are you? Please text me back right away. We need to talk.

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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Chapter Five

Warnings: Hoo boy okay this one is a little darker, please proceed with caution. I don't explicitly describe any domestic abuse, but it is mentioned & very heavily implied. Language, self deprecating/anxious thoughts, self doubt, feelings of worthlessness, sadness, those mean little voices in your head. I'm sorry if I missed any, pls lmk!

W/C: 4.1k

A/N: So this one is a sad one, the next chapter (5.5) I have written is completely optional because she does go further into detail about what she went through (nothing graphic) so I don't want anyone to read it if they're not comfortable. You won't miss much if you skip & since it's just under 2k I'll be posting it right after this chapter. I also did not put the tag list on 5.5 in case anyone on my list is not comfortable. Please be cautious, I may be over exaggerating but I'd rather play it safe. Also ionkno nothin about nothin when it comes to fbi stuff so just humor me lol

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(The version I imagined Reader singing for Iris is so great & beautiful, pls check out the karaoke version!)

Chapter 5.5 (ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE)

Chapter Four | Chapter Six

The Singer Masterlist

Marcus walks into the bureau, a cup of coffee in one hand and his briefcase in the other, pressing the button with his elbow to call the elevator. He's humming the jingle to some toothpaste commercial he saw this morning, the little tune sticking in his brain. It's been so long since he's allowed that to happen so he doesn't mind the thirty second melody looping in his head. He stands there, patiently waiting for the elevator doors to open when Anthony comes up behind him.

"Hey Pike, you sound like you're in a good mood," he smiles.

"Well, I'm just excited that we're finally catching up to this guy," he replies. The doors open and they both enter, along with other workers for different departments.

"You haven't heard yet?" Anthony asks and Marcus glances over at him with a questioning look. Anthony leans his head to Marcus's ear to whisper.

"They know where he is, we have a last known location so we're leaving for Australia tonight."

"Tonight?!" Marcus asks loudly, the others in the elevator turning to glance at him. Anthony nudges his arm and shushes him.

"Dude," he shakes his head.

The doors open to the art department floor and Marcus and Anthony exit. They walk to Marcus's office and he closes the door roughly, throwing his briefcase on his desk and turning back to Anthony.

"No one thought to call me and let me know?" He asks, frustration with his team building. "When did all this happen?"

"Just this morning boss. I thought you knew man, I'm sorry," Anthony says while he rubs the back of his head. Marcus sighs deeply.

"Well, what matters is that we know where he is. See if we can get an earlier flight so we can get this over with."

Marcus dismisses Anthony and sits down in his chair, rubbing his temples to soothe the oncoming headache. He wants to talk to you, to call and hear your beautiful voice, but you've been avoiding him. He's even shown up at the bar to talk to you and you leave faster than you would if the building was on fire.

He feels awful; he knows he scared you when he opened up about Teresa. He gave you time and space, but it's been two weeks since that night at your apartment and he was starting to get worried you wouldn't want to see him again. He at least wanted a chance to talk about it with you.

Me: Dulce, please call me

Me: I need to talk to you

* * * *

A month passed by. A whole month of you dodging Marcus's calls and attempts to talk to you at the bar. He was there the two weeks that followed the date at your apartment, hoping to catch you, but you expertly disappeared as soon as you would finish singing, using the 'under the weather' excuse for not joining the crowd like usual. You felt so cowardly, so mean for what you were doing to Marcus. And when he didn't show up the two weeks after, you were heartbroken. Unrightfully so, seeing as he probably only caught on to your game and decided to do what was best for him. Why are you like this?

You sit on your couch as you wait for Celina to pick you up, the ghost of Marcus still lingering in the air. You were having such a great time with him. Why did I decide to cut him out again? You don't know the answer anymore, only your pitiful excuses. Your phone buzzes with a text from Celina, letting you know she's downstairs. You take a deep breath and grab your purse, heading out the door and locking it behind you.

You greet Celina as you slide in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. A comfortable silence falls between you. You've never needed to keep up conversation with Celina just for it to not be awkward and you loved that about your relationship, especially in times like these where your brain is mush and you don't have any words.

"So how are you and Marcus getting along? You haven't updated me since your second date!" Celina asks when you hit a red light. And there it is. As much as you thought you could avoid it.

"Well..." You sigh.

You felt bad for not letting her in on what was going on and the war waging in your mind, but you'd rather suffer alone than take everyone down with you.

"Uh oh, what happened?" She could always see right through you. "Do I need to slash his tires?"

"No!" You chuckle at her tenacity. "No, Marcus is great; he's really sweet and the perfect gentleman. I never felt pressured to do anything with him."

"And that's...bad?" She squints her eyes at you.

"No, not at all. I mean he's...perfect..." You trail off, sadness traveling through your body now.

"So what's the problem?" She asks, paying attention to the road again when the light turns green.

"It's just..." You say softly, your voice barely a whisper. Celina gives you time to collect your thoughts, but once she realizes you won't continue your side of the conversation, she speaks.

"Is this about Aaron?" She glances over at you, your head now turned to face the window so she can't see the tears rolling down your face. Your silence did nothing but prove her assumption correct.

"Honey..." Her voice is thick with sympathy and she pauses while she thinks of what to say.

"I know what he did to you messed you up, and I hope he suffers the rest of his life and karma never stops kicking his ass, but you've come so far and you've healed so much since then. Don't you think it's time to give yourself a chance to love and let them love you? Especially if Marcus is the perfect guy you say he is?"

"I'm just scared Lina," you finally speak when you know your sobs won't take your voice away. "Aaron was nice in the beginning too."

"Yeah, but...you also married him straight out of high school; you were just a kid blinded by love. You don't have to rush with Marcus. Just give him a chance and give yourself a chance to see that there are good guys out there willing to treat you right." You go silent again as Celina pulls up to the bar and she parks into her usual spot and turns off the ignition.

"I think deep down you know that Marcus is one of the good ones, otherwise you wouldn't have gone out with him all those times."

"I do know he's a good guy, he's probably as best as they come, but..." You twiddle your thumbs in your lap, staring at them to avoid eye contact with your best friend.

"But...?" Celina coaxes.

"What if I'm not good enough for him?"

It's the first time you've said your insecurity out loud since it entered your mind and once the question fell from your lips, you covered your face with your hands to quietly cry into them. That was the true question nagging your brain; not whether Marcus was good enough for you, but the opposite. You took your time to heal from your ex husband's abuse and you made a lot of progress, but the one truth he made you believe that never fully left was you not being worthy of anyone else's love.

You tried dating following the years of your divorce, but there was never anyone that caught your attention or made you feel special. In the end, the couple of guys you dated were just flings, only hooking up with them to satisfy your own basic needs. But with Marcus, you feel as though he could be everything you're looking for, everything you need in your life, and yet you still can't let your heart open, fearful that one day he might look at you and confirm what you're already thinking. That you're just not good enough.

"What?" Celina asks incredulously. "Babe, where is this coming from?"

"His exes are super successful and powerful. What am I? I haven't done anything meaningful with my life." The cruel voices in your head take over and spill out of your mouth through tears.

"Hey, don't you dare say that shit ever again," Celina replies in a stern tone, making your heart race as if you were being yelled at by your mother and your tears halt.

"Don't you ever dare compare yourself to anyone else; you are a strong, confident woman, a bad ass bitch, and I doubt that Marcus cares about whether you're unemployed or a fucking NASA scientist. He knows what you do and he hasn't held it against you or tried to make you feel bad for it because he likes you, not what you do. You're being unfair to him."

You slink into your seat as you're scolded. Her harsh words of tough love wash through your mind, cancelling out the other voices. You know she's right; you even said so yourself one night you tried to snap yourself out of this spiral you were going down. Singing has always been your one passion and you love that you're able to do it for a living, even if it's only once a week for now. Singing is what helped you out of the pit your ex left you in. You love what you do and where you work and all the people that show up for you and support you.

You think about Marcus. He quickly became one of those people, coming to the bar every week right after work just to support you. Love is too strong a word for it right now, but it's definitely some sort of affection. You think about the success of his life. Becoming FBI is no easy feat and he definitely has a lot to be proud of himself for, so would he ever look down on you for your career or lack thereof?

"I'm just worried one day he'll think I'm not good enough and it'll prove Aaron right," you say as your tears pick back up into sobs.

"Sweetie," Celina sighs, letting her frustration dissolve and her tone goes soft again. She rubs your shoulder with her hand, comforting you until your crying quiets down.

"You holding on to that belief is what's keeping Aaron tied to your ankles. Anytime you pass the opportunity for love because of that, you're letting him win."

Your tears stop and you sniffle as you look up at her. Leave it to Celina to make you see it in a new light. You nod your understanding and she gives you a soft smile.

"Are you okay? You don't have to sing tonight, we can just do some instrumentals."

"It's already instrumental night; I can't leave you up there all by yourself," you both chuckle. "I want to sing. I don't want him to take that away from me again," you say, not wanting to say your ex's name.

"That's my girl," Celina says proudly, a softness lingering in her eyes. "Let's get you in there and you can wash your face in the restroom."

You both exit the car and she grabs her guitar case from the backseat and once you meet up in front of the bar, Celina pulls you into a hug and it deflates your lungs with how tight she squeezes you. You thank her and head inside the bar, making a beeline to the restroom while Celina takes your purse to the stage. You splash your face with cold water, the shocking sensation relaxing your nerves and you take a deep breath as you replay Celina's words in your head. She's right.

You look in the mirror at your bloodshot eyes and puffy face. Great. You're slightly ashamed of the self doubt you let take control. You wish Celina's pep talk was enough to snap you out of it, for the most part it did, but it only temporarily got filed away in the back of your mind. Eventually, it'll disappear completely, but for now you'll just try to keep your chin up and move on. You also know you need to apologize to Marcus. Your eyes water when the guilt of how you've treated him swirls in your brain, but you fight the tears off and you take another deep breath before leaving the bathroom.

You walk along the bar top, not many people are sitting there, but one man catches your eye. He looks familiar... As you step closer and he comes into view, your heart races when you realize it's Marcus, now with a fresh haircut and clean-shaven face. He turns his head in your direction when he hears your steps approaching and smiles brightly. Your breath is snatched right from your lungs, both at his handsome, bare face, the dimple in his cheek even more visible, and also from nervousness. He's here. He's right fucking here. What do I say?

"You shaved," you divulge and he laughs. God, how I missed that sound.

"I did."

You stand there awkwardly, knowing and not knowing what to say at the same time. You want to hug him, but he'll probably just push you away. You want to apologize, but he'll probably just laugh in your face. You want to say you were being stupid and he'll probably agree.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a while." No shit, you tried to cut him out. You mentally curse yourself at how dumb you sound.

"We caught the guy that stole that Bauer painting. Turns out he was behind a lot of other thefts we were after. I was rushed to Australia and had to stay there the past couple of weeks. I tried to call to let you know, but I didn't get through to you and my phone plan doesn't cover international calls," he shakes his head and you smile slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking into your red, puffy eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," you say as you smile. He knows you're not, but you obviously don't want to talk about it and this isn't the place for him to persuade you to try.

"Well... How are you feeling?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, befuddled by his question.

"The last couple of times I came to your show, you said you weren't feeling well. Plus we haven’t really talked in a while. You must have been pretty sick," he chuckles softly.

Oh my god. Is this a trick question? He's onto you.

"Oh..." You look down. "About that-"

Celina calls you from the stage and you check your watch; it's time to start the show.

"Shoot, I gotta go," you look at Marcus wistfully; you wish you had taken up Celina's offer to not sing tonight, if only to stay and talk to Marcus.

"I just wanted to come and say hi; I can't stay long. Maybe for a couple of songs, but I have to get back to work to finish filling out some papers," Marcus frowns.

You nod understandingly and say goodbye hurriedly, not wanting to break open the dam of tears again when they're still so fresh. You feel Marcus’s eyes burning on your back as you walk away. He had to have known that you were trying to cut him off and that possibility eats at your conscience. You rush to the stage and sit in the stool next to Celina, taking a deep breath and putting on a brave face for the crowd. Marcus notices the effortless switch in your mood, knowing something is bothering you, but you hide it well from everyone else.

"Good evening everyone," you smile into the microphone as you greet the crowd. "It's just me and Celina tonight and we've got some acoustic songs to play for you. Hope you enjoy."

Celina plucks the strings of her guitar, easing into the intro of "More Than Words" by Extreme. You look at Marcus periodically as you sing; he watches you just as intently as always, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that the gears are turning in his head, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong.

You and Celina finish the song, waiting for the clapping to die down before she starts playing "Tears In Heaven" by Eric Clapton, followed by a slower version of "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls. Marcus feels the emotion you convey while you sing the lyrics, a little more than usual and he can sense these lyrics are coming from a place of grief.

Instead of watching you in amazement like usual, he lets the detective side of him read your tense body language and solemn face. He reads you like he would a criminal, trying to get some answers and crack the case. He feels sad as you sing these specific lyrics, voice thick with melancholy and on the verge of tears. Part of him is angry at the crowd; everyone is clearly oblivious to the pain you're revealing on stage, and he feels spiteful towards them for only caring about their own enjoyment.

He wonders if he should ask you about it, ask you if you need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, but he doesn't want to overstep his boundaries. You hadn't been dating long and he knows you'll talk to him whenever you're ready, if you even wanted to talk to him at all anymore. He can see and feel the agony radiating off you as you sing and he just wants to take it all away, but he'll wait for you to tell him if that's what you need from him.

You look up when the song finishes and you see Marcus wave a sad goodbye to you from the bar top before walking out of the building. You feel your heart tug as he leaves, like you want to chase after him and just have him hold you. For his sake, you need to open up about everything and you need to let him go if that's what it takes for him to be happy.

You need to finish healing your heart and you know Marcus doesn't deserve to be held back because of your own hang ups. As much as you like him and wish he would wait for you, you can't expect him to, so you prepare yourself to let go, prepare to replace the bricks around your heart that Marcus tore down in the short time you were together.

The rest of the night goes smoothly until it's time to pack up and leave. You and Celina leave the bar, getting back in her car and she stays silent as she drives you home. It's like she knows the dilemma going on in your head and heart. You pull out your phone from your purse and compose a new text to Marcus.

Me: Can you come to my apartment when you're out of work?

Your body rushes with anxiety as you hit send. There's no going back now. The minutes feel like hours as you wait for a text back until, finally, your phone vibrates with a reply from him.

Marcus Pike: It might be a while, I don't want to keep you waiting late :/

Me: That's okay. I won't be able to sleep tonight until I talk to you

Marcus Pike: If you're sure then okay :) I'll be there as soon as I can

You put your phone back in your purse and mentally prepare yourself for either direction this conversation with Marcus could go. You haven't opened up to anyone besides Celina about your ex, so you're nervous to say the least. Maybe you'll feel a sense of relief after you let it all out, but either way, your relationship with Marcus will never be the same after tonight. The rational part of you says he won't judge you. Of course he wouldn't, he's a sweetheart. But the anxious part of you says he'll hate you forever. You really hope not.

Celina pulls up to your building and gives you a tight hug, slightly awkward from how you're both sitting in the car, but warm nonetheless. She smiles at you and tells you to call her if you need her and you exit the car, rushing up the stairs and entering your apartment. You decide to put your anxiety to good use and clean your apartment before Marcus shows up; what good would it do to just sit there chewing your nails?

You're not sure exactly how much time passes as you rush through cleaning the living room and dining room, just getting halfway through the kitchen when there's a light knock at your door. Your heart stops and your legs automatically propel you forward to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing Marcus standing there with his hands in his pockets. You take a deep breath and open the door.

"Hi Dulce," he says softly with a smile.

"Hi," you reply and step to the side, opening the door wider. "Uh, please come in."

"Thank you," he says as he steps inside and stands by your couch. You shut the door and take a couple of steps forward, standing across from him.

"Look, I need to apologize to you. I... I was never sick. I was avoiding you." Your heart drops when you see his eyes fall.

"I had a feeling," he replies in a low voice. He knew you were avoiding him, but to hear it out loud still hurt.

"But... Why?" He asks sadly.

"I thought I was doing you a favor by...cutting you out."

"What? How is that doing me a favor?" He's more curious than upset, but the frustration and pain are apparent in his voice just the same.

"I'm so sorry. I owe you an explanation," you say as you twiddle your thumbs, averting your eyes from his to keep your composure. Marcus stays quiet for a moment; all you can hear is his deep breathing, like he's trying to calm his own mind.

He thinks back on the last time you hung out at your apartment and the gravity of what he opened up to you about. I knew I freaked her out. He's angry with himself, thinking that he managed to chase another one away, only this one hurts more. He really thought there was something there between you two. But he can't be upset if this is how you feel. He'll just have to pick up the pieces and start again.

"You don't owe me anything," Marcus finally replies, furrowing his brows. He's still being so kind and stoic, even when you don't deserve it.

"I do though because... I really like you. And the times we went out were great." Your fingernail catches on a loose piece of skin on your cuticle and you direct your attention to it, picking the skin raw as you speak.

"The truth is I got intimidated. And insecure," you continue.

"About what?" He asks as he crosses his arms.

You recognize the defensive action and it makes you curl in on yourself. You try to push your anxiety out of your head; you know you need to be honest with him now, for his and your sake.

"Okay... I guess it just freaked me out knowing that your ex wife is a psychologist and your ex fiance is also an agent. It made me reflect badly on myself and I... I lost my confidence. I mean, I work at a library and I sing on the side. I don't even have a car." You shrug your shoulders and bite the skin off your lip as you hang your head. Marcus's eyes change from confused to sad again, for you this time.

"That's what you're worried about?" I was wrong, he thinks. He frowns and uncrosses his arms, letting them hang at his sides. "I don't care about any of that, I only care about you and the way you make me feel."

"That's the other thing too," you look up at him through your lashes. "I got freaked out about my feelings for you growing so fast and... Basically it all stems from my ex husband. He... He-"

"Dulce, we don't have to talk about it," Marcus says softly when he realizes where this conversation is heading.

You never said anything about your ex husband to him and he took that as a sign that it didn't end amicably, so he never asked. But seeing you in pain tonight, both while you sang and also while in front of him now, he knows whatever it is won't be pleasant. You exhale your breath through your mouth and look at him straight in his solemn eyes. It's time.

Chapter 5.5 (ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE)

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The Singer Masterlist

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