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01zfan · 3 months

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baby sugar daddy | j. sc

sd!sungchan x older!fem. reader | 4.3k words

the anon who requested a fic about sungchan and an older reader he’s obsessed with i wasn’t familiar with your game. seeing him sing replay to lee hyori woke something up inside of me. i added a little twist with making him your sugar daddy heh

contains: sugar daddy sungchan, reader is antons older sister, dry humping, sub sungchan, sungchan is a little freak and is obsessed with the reader

sungchan remembers the first time he met you. it was like a dream or a the reomantic part in a show where everything slows down. you wore a beautiful dress and had a smile that lit up the room.

you were holding the cake for his bestfriend; your little brother. you were in the kitchen all day making everything by hand. sungchan remembers anton explaining to him that although he wasn’t a child anymore, it was a tradition you couldn’t give up. it had also become a big deal because you let anton move in with you while he studied at college. living with you helped anton spread his wings, not having to worry about his parents disapproving of anything. so sungchan had already known of your caring personality. but when he saw your face, he didn’t stand a chance against you.

at first, sungchan thought he was good at hiding it. he would come over a little earlier than his friend just in hopes of catching a glance of you. it was hard getting you alone. anton had talked about where you were at in life, the busy hectic schedule of post-grad while sungchan had barely started college.

he would be studying for a final with anton and get a glance at you through a door opened a little too wide. he thought his glances were subtle, but they slowly turned to stares as he took the time to remember every part of you, what headphones you liked to wear, what shows you liked to watch, and what music you listened to. each time his eyes met yours he would look away and clear his throat. something about you was so mature and put together, it was something sungchan couldn’t pinpoint. your confidence had become an aura, permanently etched into your body like a tattoo. even if sungchan happened to catch you stumbling through the house early mornings in your pajamas you still seemed poised.

sungchan liked how mature you were, how sure of yourself you were. how you took care of yourself and dressed perfectly. how you pranced around in shorts and a camisole. it was awful because sungchan knew you didn’t mean to be a tease, you were just wearing what was comfortable around your apartment. but the way your soft skin was visible, the outline of your breasts peaking through the shirt. how you called him a “good boy” after hearing he aced his final. you were never embarrassed to let sungchan see you at any part of the day. sungchan on the other hand had to make sure he was wearing his best clothes when he went over to his friend’s house.

“why are you dressed nice?” anton would ask him curiously.

sungchan had to pretend like he didn’t know what his friend was talking about each time the question was asked. sungchan had to act cool when you passed by him, when you offered to get him or antonie food while you were out. you still managed to be a caring older sister to your brother while being cute in your own way. sungchan found himself wanting to be on the receiving end of a precious nickname. sungchan wasn’t good at hiding anything.

because of your confidence, sungchan was caught off guard when he saw the overdue bill on your counter. he blamed his nosiness, snooping around while anton was getting ready to go out. sungchan was meandering around your kitchen like a planet in orbit. he saw the bill tucked underneath your laptop on the counter. he looked around, making sure he was alone in the kitchen.

sungchan slowly picked up your laptop to free the bill. he saw the outstanding amount, other things in red ink that told you what the consequences would be if you didn’t pay. sungchan was so confused. if anton knew you struggled to pay the bills he kept it to himself, never indicating that you were struggling in any way. anton never hesitated to ask you for pocket money on his way out, and you never hesitated to give it to him. if anton knew you were struggling, he wouldn’t have asked. he knew who anton was, he would’ve put everything in his life on hold to get a job to help you pay the bills.

sungchan was thinking so hard that he didn’t notice you come into the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

sungchan whipped around so fast to look at you he almost knocked himself off balance. this was the first time you addressed him in this manner. you sounded indignant, rightfully upset about your privacy being invaded.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have looked.” sungchan apologized immediately as you made your way to your laptop.

still composed, you took the bill and closed it in the screen of your laptop. it wasn’t in view at all. you kept your eyes trained on a sticker that embellished your plastic case. you were both silent for a moment. sungchan was terrified at the thought of you snapping at him, saying you were disappointed in him for snooping. he figured he should leave. as sungchan was about to leave you spoke quietly.

“did anton see?” you said.

“no. he went straight to his room to get ready once we got here.”

like a switch had flipped, the same signature smile appeared across your face. you were the same bubbly older sister that anton talked about in such high regard.

“that’s a relief. i don’t want him to be worried over nothing.” you said.

you grabbed your laptop and started heading towards your room. sungchan couldn’t stop himself from following you out of the kitchen.

“bills aren’t nothing,” sungchan said. he didn’t realize how loud his voice was under you looked at him with wide eyes. sungchan immediately changed his voice level, clearing his throat. “it said that your power could be shut off.” he whispered.

“sungchan, it’s okay. i always figure it out.” you continue to walk into your bedroom. sungchan doesn’t follow you all the way inside, staying in the doorframe.

“this happens often? i thought you had a job?” sungchan asks.

sungchan is very confused by your situation. he thought that you had a well paying job like anton had described a million times before. he never saw you go out or go shopping because he thought you were saving money. he had no idea you were barely scraping by.

“well i’m in between jobs,” you admit quietly. “please don’t tell anton.”

for the first time sungchan saw worry flash across your eyes. you looked worried, as if you were in denial too about your situation. everything became so real so quickly it almost knocked you off your feet.

sungchan could hear anton turn off the shower. he didn’t have much time until anton was walking around the apartment, looking for sungchan. he was aware his time with you was running through his fingers, he had to think of something quick. you still stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

“i can help you.” sungchan said quickly.

you looked at sungchan again wide eyed and speechless.

“w-what?” you asked.

sungchan was relieved you didn’t slice off his head then and there for assuming you needed help. he didn’t want to offer his help in a demeaning way, implying you can’t make it. he didn’t doubt that you had a plan, or that the moment you get a job again you’ll be all set. sungchan wanted to offer his help under his belief that no one as beautiful and kind as you should ever struggle.

“i can pay for all your bills,” sungchan said. before you could open your mouth to reject him he kept going. “i can pay for anything you need me to. i don’t mind.”

sungchan was realistic, he knew he couldn’t take all your pain away. but taking care of the material things like clothes, rent, and fancy food was the least sungchan could do for you. it was no secret that sungchan was well off. he had the type of money that was from generations before him. he wasn’t too sure of the lore, but sungchan was positive that it was all about dumb luck and cashing out at the right time. that’s how it usually was. he drove a fancy car and never had to check his bank account when going out. his bills were taken care of, and sungchan wasn’t much of a spender to begin with. he didn’t know what you were like with money either, but sungchan found himself not caring if you used his very last cent.

“sungchan i can’t use your money with a clear conscious. you’re my brothers friend.” you say.

“anton doesn’t have to know.” sungchan pleads.

“you’re younger than me.” you say, ashamed.

“that doesn’t matter. it’s the least i can do. i see the way you take care of anton. you deserve to be taken care of too.”

for a second, sungchan can see you thinking about it. when your face suddenly lights up, sungchan is expecting to hear a yes. instead, you look past sungchan at someone standing behind him.

“tonie! your outfit looks so cute!” you say.

you pass by sungchan to pinch antons’ cheeks. sungchan can’t help but smile seeing anton pull away from you, bashful that you’re doting on him in front of his friend. he was so embarrassed it that he didn’t ask when sungchan was almost in your room, or what you guys were possibly talking about.

“stop please.” anton said it in his signature soft voice with a smile on his face.

“where are you two going?” you asked.

sungchan was amazed at how you carried on, as if he wasn’t practically on his knees begging you to take his money.

“we are going to the movies and then meeting up with some friends at a party.” anton said.

“are these friends i know?” you asked.

sungchan found himself looking down and kicking his feet at you being a protective older sister. you had your hands on your hips, with a raised eyebrow. you technically couldn’t stop anton from going out, he was an adult. but he listened to you and answered your questions like a good little brother does. anton playfully rolled his eyes as you pestered him with questions about his plans for the night.

“yes you know them. it’s the guys from school. and it’s a birthday party for my other friend.” anton says.

“which friend?” you ask.

anton audibly groaned and you laughed at him.

“i’m just messing with you anton. you two have fun.” you say.

sungchan turns his heel to leave but anton stays in the same place. sungchan knows anton is about to ask you for money by the way he playfully hits your arm and smiles. now it’s your turn to roll your eyes as you grab your wallet from your room. you pull out two twenty dollar bills and give it to anton. he smiles, bringing you into a big hug.

“thanks big sis.” anton says smiling.

you groan and jokingly push him off of you.

anton follows behind sungchan towards the door and you shoo them out of the house. sungchan can’t get a final look at you when you close the door behind anton.

when sungchan and anton make it to the car, anton puts the money in his pocket. sungchan looks at his friend, thinking about the unknown stress he puts on you. sungchan tries to push it out of his mind, turning the keys. you are grown, you got it under control.

he doesn’t even make it halfway out the driveway before he’s putting his car in park. sungchan can’t bring himself to answer anton’s question on where he’s going and why he is leaving the keys in the ignition. sungchan is focused on more important things, moving up the stairs two at a time. he’s at the door in an instant, opening it to see you still standing in the same place.

wordlessly sungchan takes his black card out of his wallet and grabs your hand at your side. he’s lightheaded that this is the first time he’s touched you and he gets to touch your small soft hand that fits in his perfectly. he doesn’t get too much time to revel in the fact he gets to touch you, this mission is supposed to be fast and quick. sungchan turns your palm is upright and puts his card right in your hand. wordlessly he closes your fingers around the metal card, letting his large hand clasp over yours in emphasis. sungchan nods and smiles to your shocked expression, urging you it’s alright.

just as fast as sungchan came inside he was back out, stepping down the stairs casually. he goes back to the car and gets inside with a smile on his face. he smiles even when anton asked what he went inside for.

“i just forgot something.” sungchan says, putting the car back in drive.

he has never been like this before, begging someone to use his money. it was thrilling and sungchan couldn’t stop imagining how fulfilling it would be to see you enjoy his wealth. it made him extremely happy, he couldn’t stop smiling at his phone seeing the notifications of his card being used. the more money you drained from the card the happier he got. he imagined you smiling as you paid all your bills, if you took a look at all the clothing sites you never had the chance to buy things off of. it was intoxicating and sungchan was glued to his phone the whole night. if you hated asking for money he would slip it under your pillow like the tooth fairy. sungchan made up his mind then and there that he was going to give you anything you wanted.

you helped sungchan set up the ground rules. they were put in place by you not him. his attitude towards money was alarming to say the least. he didn’t seem to care how much of his money you used or how you used it. he didn’t want anything in return either. he just smiled and nodded listening to your every word and reading everything you wrote. you saw the words on the paper as rules but sungchan read them like it was a love letter written directly to him. he saw it as a testament to your self control and caring nature for others. you didn’t know but that night sungchan put your name on the card as well. it was all yours. anything you wanted was yours.

it had also started out innocent, but turned into something more. it started when sungchan started thinking about you enjoying asking for him money. if he begged you enough would you come up to him with your hand out and an annoyed look on your face. he wanted to hand you cash and have you tell him it’s not enough, being mean to him and asking for more. it made sungchan fall to his knees thinking about you reprimanding him for not coughing up enough cash. he didn’t know what came over him when his hands went into his pants that night. he came over his knuckles at the thought of trailing behind you holding your shopping bags of all the designer stores, calling him a “good boy” each time he swiped his card.

something changed in you too. you found yourself compelled to ask anton where his friend was more, if he would be coming over. sungchan would never be the type to ask you for actual “sugar” in exchange for the money. it was an odd arrangement, but it was one that excited you nonetheless. despite sungchan financially supporting you, he was obedient to you the same way a puppy was. he hung off your every command, driven by praise and the thought of making you feel good. you wanted to give him something, a little treat for all the clothes you have been able to buy and fancy dinners you attended recently.

so when sungchan would come by, you would wear something for him. it wasn’t over the top, something subtle. it would be something simple like not wearing a bra or wearing tights with a shirt that didn’t cover your ass. it was exciting, almost like sneaking around. sungchan was so shy, hesitant glances at you. you knew he was wondering if you were doing it on purpose, showing him what he could touch if he only asked you. you were becoming impatient, thinking that he didn’t want you. you were thinking this while sungchan lost himself every night. he was thinking of you in bed under your new high end sheets while you touched yourself. he had it so bad, thinking he’s never get a chance to relieve that pressure that built up in him every night.

it all came to a head when anton called him. sungchan answered on the first ring like he always did.

“are you busy?” anton asked over the line. “i need you to drop off this thing at my sister’s place.”

sungchan suddenly had a completely clear schedule. before he knew it he was meeting anton in between his classes and going to your place. anton had been able to pick up food you wanted, but his busy work day and hours of the place made it nearly impossible. you could’ve driven of course, but you simply didn’t feel like it. lucky for you, sungchan was more than willing to be your errand boy. sungchan made his way from campus to you, arriving in time for the food to still be hot.

you answered the door knowing who it would be on the other side. you planned out everything so anton would still be at school and you could be alone with sungchan. you answered the door in designer shirt and jeans, courtesy of the black card that still sat in your wallet. you grabbed sungchan by the hand, your second time ever touching him to pull him inside.

“i got you the food.” sungchan said, holding up your bag.

you took it and placed it on the counter. you don’t think sungchan would’ve moved from that spot if you didn’t grab him by the hand and lead him to your bedroom. he was stiff as a board when you closed your door behind him.

this was his first time fully in your room, just the two of you. stolen peaks inside couldn’t compare to seeing your room laid out before him. all of your trinkets and furniture came together. it was all you and sungchan was surrounded by it. your smell, your plushies, everything was in here. sungchans stomach was doing flips when you touched his face. blush creeped across his cheeks as he looked down at you.

“you’re such a cutie.” you said with a smile on your face.

sungchan couldn’t stop his shy smile from taking over all of his features. he thought he had reached the height and age where no one would ever call him cute ever again. but here you were, calling him cute in the same tone that you would coo at a puppy. sungchan’s pants were starting to become uncomfortable as his dick strained against the fabric. he prayed you wouldn’t look down and see how easily he was turned on by the praise.

“are you this sweet to all your friend’s older sisters?” you asked, tracing over sungchan’s collar. sungchan shook his head.

“only you.” he said.

“good boy.” you patted his cheek before walking away.

sungchan watched your every move. you sat on the edge of your bed and patted the space next to you. as sungchan walked over to you he could see your eyes flicker from his face to his crotch. a different smile adorned your face and sungchan slowly stalked over to you. everything about you had him on head over heels. even in this tension he could feel how warm and caring you were, extending something that had to be love towards him.

sungchan sat next to you and you started toying with the collar of his shirt again. you hands grazed over his neck and collarbone, tracing the bone that jutted out. sungchan had to close his eyes and bring in a shaky breath to calm his nerves.

“just relax. i got you ‘channie” you whispered.

you were in his ear now, the words knocking around in his brain like an echo chamber. your voice was sweet like candy but his new nickname came from your lips sounding like a taunt. it made him strain in his pants. he could see himself twitch against the tight fabric of his slacks. the sitting position didn’t help, making the fabric even tighter against his dick. if you talked to him enough in that same tone he would end up cumming in his pants untouched.

your hand trailed from his neck down to his abdomen. each button you came across on his dress shirt was expertly undone with one hand. sungchan could barely undo the buttons with both hands. you rubbed his exposed stomach as you continued to whisper in his ear.

“how do you want it?”

sungchan couldn’t think properly. he looked down from the ceiling at you next to him. he saw your clothes he hadn’t seen before and how good you looked in them.

“are those new?” sungchan asked.

he runs a timid hand along your side touching both your shirt and pants. he tried to keep a level head and calm voice as your hand sunk lower to his slacks.

“yep. you like them?”

in response, sungchan gets off the bed to kneel in front of you. he runs both his hands up and down your legs. you let yourself lean back on the bed, arms behind you keeping you propped up. you look at sungchan below you as he does his thing. he brings hands past your knees to your thighs. he’s not hesitant anymore, moving at a frenzied speed to feel you. he’s rests his head on your knee as he continues to touch you, eyes closed contently. you let out a breathy moan to let him know you’re right there with him.

sungchan looks up at you from your knee. he places a kiss over it. he continues to place slow kisses leading up your thigh. he’s looking at your reaction, needing validation to continue. you to bite your lip and he continues working his way up. butterfly kisses rest over the expensive denim until he reaches your center. you expect a kiss, or a hand to come to your zipper. you did not expect sungchan to stick his nose in your crotch and smell you.

he inhales deeply into your heat with tiny exhales. it’s like he’s trying to remember your sent, or that it drives him sexually. you gasp several times as he continues to do it. chivalrous sungchan was acting like a pervert, getting off on smelling your heat. it was intoxicating watching him behave the way he was, so different from the sungchan you usually see.

“such a sweet little freak.” you whispered as he continued to inhale you.

sungchan moaned at your degradation that sounded like a scolding. he took your leg and slotted it in between his. he brought his clothed dick close until he felt you. when his dick made contact with your leg he slowly dragged it up. he was a mess just at the indirect contact, whining about needing more friction.

sungchan leaned forward until his head was resting on your stomach. he was so tall even in his crouching position he was eye level with your breasts if he didn’t slouch. his current position he could feel your boobs resting on his head. he nestled more into your warmth and he continued to rut desperately into your leg.

“are you gonna ruin my new clothes?” you said.

your voice was borderline reprimanding and sungchan could feel the vibration of your voice ring through your whole body. it wrapped around him the same way a hug did. a hand that was gripping the edge of the bed moved behind your calf. he repositioned your leg so he could grind on it with more ease. he moaned and bit his lip, going further into you.

“i’ll buy you more,” the way he ground against your leg that particular time made him choke on his sentence. “i’ll buy you anything you want.” sungchan moaned.

he found a way to hit that particular angle again. he was trapped in the motion of rutting against your calf, clutching your leg desperately. he was close, he needs to tell you how close he was. you wrap your arms around him, bringing comforting and gentle fingers to his scalp. you kissed the crown of his head.

“good boy.” you whispered into his hair.

sungchan didn’t have time to warn you. he came in his pants whimpering pathetically into your stomach. his ruts were desperate and he wanted to stop, but his hips were moving on their own accord. they stuttered and then halted, stuck as he emptied himself into his slacks. his little whimpers didn’t stop until it turned to borderline cries and as thrusted his hips a few final times. he slumped against your leg, spent from months of finally releasing all that pressure. you rubbed his cheeks and back the whole time he was coming down, trying to ground him. your ministrations didn’t help calm his racing heart when the shame of what he just did set in. the wave of euphoria had washed away and he was mortified of how pathetic he must’ve looked, humping your leg like a dog. he also drooled all over your shirt and wrinkled the fabric. cum had seeped through his slacks and he got it on your fancy jeans. he looked up at you in horror expecting to be degraded but you looked at him with tenderness. you patted his head and helped him up, leading him to the bed as you told him it’s your turn.

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waynes-multiverse · 1 month

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Kinky request? 🤔 I don't know if you got this one already but how about Beau loving the risk of getting caught fucking in his office? Maybe turning it into a Blowjob under his desk befor they actually get caught by Popcorn or Jenny?🤭

A/N: Yup, I haven't forgotten about Dirty Drabbles. My inbox is still full of these, so here's another one. Enjoy some naughty alone time with our favorite Sheriff! 🤍🤠

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, shameless flirting, semi-public smut, office blowjob, some fluff as well

Word Count: 1.4k

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Jurisdiction

A few hasty knocks on his office door drew the Sheriff’s attention away from his files and to the intruder. He told Jenny and Poppernak he needed some peace and quiet this afternoon to catch up on the piling paperwork on his desk.

God, he hated paperwork. It was his least favorite part of the job.

“Popcorn, I told you I don’t wanna be disturbed,” Beau barked a little rougher than usual, the tension headache making him slightly cranky.

“Yes, sir, I know.” Poppernak swallowed and blinked at him insecurely, forcing a deep sigh from the Sheriff’s lips. “But, uhm, you have a visitor.”

Beau’s features lightened at that. Maybe Emily decided to surprise him with lunch. “Who?”

“FBI, sir.”

Once more, Beau sighed heavily, the crease in his brow reappearing. “Alright, what do they want?”

“She wants to see an old friend,” said a female voice, Beau’s head tilting at the familiarity before a smile spread on his freckled face.

“Sorry, couldn’t keep her out any longer,” Jenny apologized as she rushed in behind the agent.

“It’s alright,” Beau told his deputy, his grin only growing. Soon his sunny smile reached from ear to ear. “Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll be damned… What brings you into my little corner of the world, huh?”

Y/N chuckled, her smile competing with his. “Heard you had a serial killer on your hands. Thought I check it out, offer my help…”

“Ah.” Beau nodded and got up from his creaking swivel chair, sauntering closer to her. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the shirt tightly stretching over his muscles. “Of course, the FBI’s snooping around. I believe that ain’t your jurisdiction, sweetheart.”

“C’mon, we’ve had fun last time we’ve worked together,” Y/N said and winked.

Beau laughed, his cheeks flushing red, the change of color luckily hidden by his beard. “That we did. And here I thought you just came here to see me.”

“Who says I didn’t?” Y/N smirked.

“You guys know each other?” Jenny asked curiously, catching some of the flirtatious air in the room. Beau guessed that if the blonde didn’t make the connection, she wouldn’t be such a good detective but still hoped she wouldn’t tease him about it once their shift was over.

“Worked a case together down in Texas. Cartel business,” Y/N explained without taking her eyes off the Sheriff. It was as if the others in the small office didn’t even exist.

“Yup, Special Agent Y/L/N is one of the best in the narcotics game,” Beau added.

“Major Crimes now, actually,” Y/N corrected him.

“Look at you!” Beau nodded, impressed, sending her a smile before he turned to his two subordinates. “Guys, how about you let me catch up with Agent Y/L/N, see if we need the FBI’s help with this one, alright?”

“Sure, boss,” Jenny said and shot him a knowing smirk. The blonde then grabbed a confused Poppernak and dragged him out of the office, closing the door behind them.

“Good to see you, Y/N,” Beau said with a warm smile as soon as the two of them were alone.

“You, too, Arlen. That Sheriff title suits you,” she replied flirtatiously. “So, you’re back with the ex?”

“Why are you asking?” he fired back immediately.

Y/N shrugged innocently. “Just assumed since you moved up here.”

“Nah, just did that for the kid,” he explained and could’ve sworn she looked relieved. “What about you? Still seeing that spunky DA?”

“Ted?” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “God, no. Dumped that guy months ago.”

“Good, I never liked that guy,” Beau admitted with a small smile that probably gave away too much. But if Y/N caught it, she surely didn’t care.

“Yeah, I never liked your bitch of an ex-wife either,” Y/N said bluntly and grinned at him unapologetically.

“Still got a mouth on you, huh?” Beau’s gaze wandered down her body, feeling his dick harden and strain his pants. Her hips, ass, and thighs were clad in tight denim, her breasts close to spilling out of her white blouse and bra as he bit back a lustful smirk.

“You betcha. You always loved that about me,” Y/N retorted, wiggling her eyebrows. Stalking closer to him, she stopped directly in front of him, so close their breaths mingled as her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. Chewing seductively on her lower lip, she asked, “Still into living and loving dangerously?”

Beau didn’t respond to that question. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled her closer in one swift motion, crashing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

“Lock the door,” he ordered her in a deep growl, the need for her painfully pushing against his zipper.

With the door locked, Y/N was back in his arms only seconds later. He devoured her mouth, tasted every drop of her as she moaned and palmed his rock-hard cock through the fabric.

“God, I forget every time how fucking big you are,” Y/N breathed devilishly into his ear and unbuckeled his belt.

“Shit,” Beau panted as her hand crawled inside his boxers.

Not a minute later, she was on her knees in front of him, his pants and underwear pooling around his cowboy boots and his hands caught in her hair, guiding her where he wanted her the most. As her amble lips finally enveloped his thick length, he almost blew his load right then and there. She giggled at his restraint and taunted him even further by brushing her tongue along his throbbing cock, her hand cupping and rolling his balls just the way he liked it.

Goddamn, he had forgotten how good she was at this and how much he truly had missed it.

He decided right there he wouldn’t let another opportunity pass him by. There had been too many over the years, and he knew, soon enough, there would be none left. Y/N was a catch, and he needed to be the guy who caught her before someone else – someone like fucking Ted – got to it.

“Fuck, darlin', don’t stop,” he groaned and closed his eyes as her lips sucked his dick empty.

But Y/N would’ve never dared to stop, loving the way the Sheriff jittered above her and fought tooth and nail to hold out for as long as possible. She loved how much control she had over him, how he bit his lower lip almost bloody, and how his knuckles turned white around the edge of the desk.

“If I let you come down my throat, are you gonna let me in on the case?” Y/N asked and looked up at him, her tongue mischievously teasing his swollen and leaking tip as their gazes met.

“Fuck, yeah…” Beau grunted, having a hard time getting the words out as his nerve endings were electrified. “Already made that decision when you strolled in here, sweetheart.”

“Really?” Surprised, Y/N raised a brow at him, her lips molding around his cockhead before she teasingly retreated again, repeating the torturous action a few more times.

“Shit, yeah… I want you to stay this time,” Beau pressed out through his teeth and harshly squinted his eyes closed.

“Alright,” Y/N replied nonchalantly and smirked up at him. “Thought you’d never ask, Sheriff.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Beau exclaimed louder than he wanted to when her head bobbed up and down his aching length with vigor.

A few more strokes of her sinful tongue, and he spilled hot white ropes of cum down her throat and pantingly watched her swallow every last drop.

Still catching his breath, he helped her back onto her feet like the gentleman he was before the supposedly locked door suddenly burst wide open and a shocked Poppernak blinked at him with even wider eyes, not knowing where to look.

“Uh, sorry, sir! I thought you called!”

Sheriff Arlen then turned the deepest shade of red of his life, this time even visible through his thick beard, hearing Y/N’s amused laugh reverberate in his ringing ears. He was literally caught with his pants down.

And now, Beau was certain he’d never hear the end of it from his deputy.

Hope you enjoyed this one, ladies ✌️

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adelliet · 6 months

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MIKE SCHMIDT X F!READER

My hoodie

Summary: You are Mike's good friend and also the babysitter for his younger sister Abby. But when Mike recently took a new job where he works overnight and his shift doesn't end until 6 in the morning, you watch over Abby even through the morning. You don't mind, you like spending time with her and plus, you have a chance to see Mike more often. But one day you "accidentally" forget to bring warm clothes, so you borrow Mike's hoodie...what happens next?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (piv), swearing, after sex care, fingering

"-and they lived happily ever after" you finished reading the last sentence on the last page of the cinderella book, and looked at Abby, whose eyes had long been closed. She was holding her loyal stuffed rabbit tightly under her arm and her nostrils were frequently flaring, whenever she breathed in. She was so cute and you couldn't help but chuckle, she really does remind you of Mike sometimes.

You put the book on the nightstand and turned off the light. Then you quietly crept away from her room and as you closed the door, a deep sigh of relief left your mouth. You finally had a moment to yourself and could do your favorite traditional activity - lying on the couch and watching TV.

You jumped on the couch and covered yourself with a checkered soft blanket. You pressed the red ring-shaped button on the remote and switched channels until you found your favorite: How I Met Your Mother. You put the controller on the table in front of you and made yourself comfortable. It didn't take long before yours eyelids began to close with fatigue and before long you were in a deep sleep while the TV was still playing in front of you.

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You suddenly felt cold, goosebumps started to rise all over your body. You were awakened from your beautiful dream, by a nasty cold, that spread throughout the apartment. You didn't want to get up, you were too lazy and tired for that, so you curled up in a small ball and covered yourself properly with a blanket, thinking it would help. Unfortunately, it didn't help, and if you didn't want to catch a cold, you had to get up and go get something warmer. You had now several options.

1.- You can go lie down in Mike's bed, but you don't have enough courage for that. If he came back home, having you in his bad, what would he think?

2.- You can borrow Mike's duvet, but you don't want to carry it from the bedroom to a living room and then back…it's too tiring.

Finally, here is the last and your favorite option, which you wanted to do for so long, but never had a suitable opportunity for it. Borrow Mike's clothes. With the speed of lightning, you snooped a bit and curiously opened Mike's closet, rummaging through some of his pieces.

Bingo! You found his, and yours, favorite. You immediately grabbed it and pulled it over your head. It was comfortable, nice material, but most importantly, it smelled like Mike. You could get high of his sweatshirt, how often you sniffed it and still couldn't get enough. But then, you started feeling like a psycho, so you immediately stopped and crawled back on the couch under the blanket, pretend that never happened.

You felt warm right away and fall asleep really fast, just as Abby did. A huge smile appeard on your face, when you could still smell Mike's hoodie while laying down and trying to sleep.

~~~

The rays of the sun began to bother you through your eyelids and you had to turn your back to the window, but at that exact moment, you heard a quiet but inaudible crack from the main door. You could no longer sleep but just sat up and be ready for any action. "Oh hi, you're already here?" You asked and in the middle of the sentence yawned, showing enough that you had been asleep until now. "Yeah, and you're finally awake I see" you turned to Mike, who was in the kitchen, so you couldn't really see him, but even through the walls you threw a blank look at him. "Finally?" You got his adorable but ironic giggle as an answer. "Mhm, I already took Abby to school and make some breakfast" huh?! You were shocked and kind of worried, because if you were still sleeping while Mike was already here, you had no idea what is Abby doing, if she is still sleeping or not, if she is even in her room or even in this house. You had no control at all and you expected, that he is gonna send you home and tell you to never come back again, but that didn't happened.

,,What time is it?” You asked him, your full body including your voice shaking. Another cute little giggle from Mike. He came out of the kicthen and sit on armchair right next to you. ,,10:20” ,,WHAT?! I over slept that much?!” You put your head into your hands and started shaking your right leg. You are a really bad babysitter. ,,Awh come on, it's okay, you don't need to stress about it-“ ,,No it's not! What if something happened to Abby? I wouldn't do anything!” You started panicking and making over-drama, but Mike just smiled, looking at you like you were some really funny TV show, which you definitely were at that moment.

,,Why you're not mad at me?” When you calmed down a bit, you asked him. Mike looked down and move his lap up to make his seat comfortable, but that move makes you feel things down there.

,,Because I know you're smart, reliable girl. Nothing happened to Abby, so don't worry about it anymore, you better come and have breakfast with me” he point his head towards the table next to kitchen and got up from his seat. You sighed, he was right again. ,,No way that you made this” You said in disbelief as you look at all the food. ,,Excuse me?! I am amazing chef! Try it” he pointed at the plate with some bacon and egg, quite basic, but it still smelled really good.

You sat next to Mike on your own chair and give him last look before you take a bite. It was delicious. The flavors of saltiness and meat melted on your tongue every time you chewed. You close your eyes and enjoyed this divine breakfast. You really didn't expect it to be this good. ,,Damn” you finally said with your mouth still full of bacon. Mike laugh at you, again. ,,I told you, I am amazing chef” and with those words, he finally stopped staring at you while you were eating, but take a bite of breakfast too.

,,You really should be some chef in a restaurant…” you both laughed, because you both knew that this won't happened, but never say never right? ,,And how was work by the way, anything crazy?” you asked to change the theme already and talk finally about Mike. He huffed under his breath and looked at you. ,,No, not really…” he looked at you, up and down and then continue: ,,But you know what's crazy?” ,,Hm?” ,,That you are wearing my hoodie” you were too stunned to speak, when he finished his sentence with devilish smile on his gorgeous face. Fuck.

Your pupils got bigger, your eyes widened and you stopped every movement you were doing, even chewing the last piece of food in your mouth. Your heart stepped a beat and your whole body was full of goose bumps and purred. You felt a strange anxious feeling in your stomach and your face was so red. ,,Um…” you finally mumbled something and akwardly put your cutlery down on the table, as you looked down at Mike's sweatshirt, that YOU were wearing.

,,Look, it was cold and the blanket is too soft and not warm at all and since I know I shouldn't turn on the heating, because of money, I decided-" you wanted to continue your defense but Mike's mockery rudely interrupted you. You stayed in the same position as you explained Mike why you were wearing his hoodie, your hands still in the air and you didn't blink once, while Mike next to you almost choked with laughter. ,,It's fine...only if I knew you look so beautiful in that hoodie, I would have lent it to you way earlier" confused, pleased, a bit horny. These were your three emotions after Mike said that cute sentence.

Your hands slowly returned back to your sides and you felt your cheeks turn red. ,,Please stop I am gonna be like tomato” you said as you were shyly covering your already red face. He laughed again, telling you he likes tomatoes. ,,Ew, weirdo” you both giggled as you finished the sentence.

You looked at the clock, up on the wall and your eyes widened as you saw the bigger arrow on 11 am already. ,,Shit, I should probably go” you stand up from the table and wanted to take off Mike's hoodie, but before you even grab it, Mike stand up with you and stopped you. ,,Awh come on, do you need to be somewhere?” ,,N-no but-“ ,,Do you have any plans today?” He interrogated you like your mom. ,,No-“ ,,Then where's the rush?" he asked and relaxed a bit. "I don't want to bother you" you said shyly and looked at the tips of your feet. Since you didn't get any answer and the silence was too loud, you looked up to see Mike's angry expression. ,,Bother? Do you really think you're annoying me? I'm always alone at this time, some company won't hurt me" he smiled and convinced you. "You really don't mind?" "Not at all...unless you're in a hurry?" "Not today, I'm free" Mike seemed to see Santa Claus as a twinkle reflected in his eyes. ,,Awesome! Then sit down, relax, we can watch some film if you want and enjoy our presence” you swear you would cry, how amazing this man is, but he just doesn't realize it. Abby can be so thankful for brother like this.

,,I noticed that you like to watch the series...what's the name...how I met your mother? We can watch that if you want to" "But you don't watch TV" you frowned at him and raised one eyebrow suspiciously. "No, but I think I can handle it with you, somehow" he said sarcastically and take our dirty dishes from the table, right into the sink in the kitchen. He then turned his back to the sink and folded his hands on his shoulders as he looked at you with a faint hint of a smile but seemed emotionless. He must have had millions of thoughts and things going through his mind that you badly wanted to see.

"Uh, I should probably take this off" you broke your too long eye contact and reached for Mike's hoodie on you, so you could finally take it off. "No no no please keep it. Go sit on the couch, I'll make some popcorn" he winked at you and walked towards the cabinet where he pulled out a bag of popcorn. You somehow couldn't process the fact that he specifically asked you to keep his sweatshirt on, and that wink at the end? You should probably ignore it, but it doesn't quite work that way.

You do as Mike told you, sitting on the couch while sun rays was hitting you through the window. You decided to close the blinds, but you were still incredibly hot. After all, you were still wearing a shirt under Mike's hoodie. You wanted to take it off before Mike came, but unfortunately, yoh didn't have time. "Choose something" he sat down next to you and handed you a remote with a face that relied on you to select a good program. You swallowed and gently took the remote. You don't understand what's wrong with you. You feel weird, both, mentally and physically, but it's probably just the heat...or is it?

After few minutes of laughing and crunching some popcorn, you started to perspire. You were dripping with water, as if you had just run a marathon. You couldn't take it anymore. "Turn around," you ordered out of nowhere and looked directly into Mike's eyes. He, with raised eyebrows, did not understand your point. "I'm terribly hot and since you won't let me take off your hoodie, I want to at least take my shirt off" you explained to Mike. He understand it god damn well, but he smiled ironically under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't notice. "Okay..." he was looking at the TV, quite focused, so you took advantage of that. But you didn't really trust Mike anyway, and even if you wanted him to look at you, privacy is privacy.

You turned slightly, so that he couldn't see anything in his peripheral vision and you finally take off the shirt with hoodie, which you then put back on. When you finally changed, you felt way more better and could smell Mike's scent from the hoodie again, like if he just got out of shower. You turned back to face the TV and when you checked Mike, he immediately looked away. Of course he was looking, bastard.

,,I thought you are always cold” he said while still watching TV and brushing his lower lips with thumb. He looked really hot but you needed to stay focused. ,,Well, I mean yeah but now I am hot…is it bad or?” ,,No…I am just sayin’” he raised his lap a bit, to make himself more comfortable on the couch. Your pussy started pulsing right away, you needed to cross your legs to calm the girl down.

~~~

"Are you seeing someone?" out of the nowhere, when you were in the middle of season 3 episode 5 of How I Met Your Mother, Mike randomly asked you. You flinched as soon as you turned your head directly to Mike. "Huh?" "Nothing...forget it-" "No, I'm sorry, it's just...it's a pretty random question you know-" "I know, I just didn't want to sit awkwardly in silence and watch TV all day" he tried to save the situation, but it is very clear that he did not ask because of this reason.

,,Sure…” you said, giving him a suspicious look and suit yourself on the couch for better and more relaxing position. ,,No, and you?” ,,Nope…” he answered you before you even finished your question. ,,´kay…” you said quietly, not knowing what to say to that and just continue watching your favourite show. Now, this was pretty akward. You wanted so badly for Mike to speak, say something, literally anything but he just sat and watch, just like you. Fuck.

~~~

,,I never thought I would laugh at such a bullshit” after few minutes, you finally get out of the ‘akward silence’ phase and laughed loudly, more than with anyone else. ,,Hey! It's not bullshit!” You slapped Mike's arm, and you needed to to admit that it was not only a risky but also a flirtatious move, but he was okay with that actually. He laugh even more. ,,It is, I don't understand how can anyone watch this” ,,You do” Mike nodded his head to the side, you got him. ,,You're right, but just because of you!” He nudged you gently, starting the war.

You opened my mouth offensively and Mike knew very well, what was coming. You started slapping, tickling, kicking each other. Of course, Mike was being really gentle with you, if he had just added a little more of his strength, you would have been already on the floor, covered in blood. Even so, Mike was quite stronger than you and most importantly, he found your ticklish weak point, which he immediately exploited and you couldn't control myself. "Stop it!" You screamed with laughter and kept closing and opening your eyes.

After a while, his touches on your weak spot started to slow down, until they stopped completely, and you could open my eyes. Suddenly, Mike was on top of you, his head right in front of yours, both hands resting on the couch, right next to your head. His cute puppy eyes looked so hungry and adorable at the same time. His lips looked so juicy and kissable, his hair looked so soft to touch, god you felt the tickling in your stomach, more specificaly, butterflies. You didn't know where to look first, if in his eyes, or lips, or hair, or just face, but Mike helped you to choose.

His lips conected with yours, your eyes both automatically shuted, and the typical squelch sound, rang your ears pleasantly. You automatically slipped your fingers into his silky hair, as Mike gently cupped your cheek with his palm and stroked your face with his thumb. Each kiss got hungrier and hungrier. You have both wanted to do this for an awful long time, but the right opportunity never presented itself, or you just didn't have the courage.

His kisses and touches were not like others. He was gentle, kind, loving...until you started tugging at his wavy locks from time to time and innocently digging your sharp nails into his back, even through his t-shirt, there must have been blood lines there.

Mike started twitching with his lips, moves, touches and his silent, almost unhearable moans were now really loud. You tormented him, but he tormented me too. You waited for him to take the next step, grabbing you and undressing you like a wild animal. It was as if he read youe mind, and just when you wanted it so badly, he stopped kissing you, grabbed your back and forced you to wrap yourself around him like a monkey. When he got on his feet, his face was screaming that he has sinful intentions with you, and you were so into it. You both giggled a bit, before you kissed again, but this time finally more roughly. The atmosphere around you started to get hotter and heavier, your lust for Mike grew fast and his hand placements were definitely more fearless.

With your legs around his weist, your arms around his neck, he was holding you by your back and walking with you carefully but fast towards bedroom, to more comfortable place with huge space in a bed. He opened the door with your back gently and placed you on the soft bed. He closed the door, even there was just two of you in the house, and immediately get above you, kissing you while smiling.

You both couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't slowly touch each other, slowly undress, this was out of the question here. Everything was so rush, that you blinked twice and suddenly, Mike was only in his shorts, while you were still fully clouthed. Of course, Mike take care of it quickly and take off your pants, immediately put his face closer to your red delicate panties. You breath shakily, as you saw Mike's head between your legs. You always dream about this moment, but never thought it would happened.

Your whole body started vibrating, as Mikes hands were, this time slowly, exploring your naked legs. He lightly ran them down, to the sides and back again. He was looking at you, watching your every move, but mainly trying to analyze your facial expressions. Whenever you winced more than you should, he focused mostly on that point. For a moment, you didn't believe Mike was real.

,,Gosh you smelled so good” he whimpers quickly as he kisses your inner thights, making your vagina pulse even more than before. Mike definitely notices your quiet moans were getting kind of out of controll and you try your best to not scream or moan loudly Mike's name. You could feel his devilish smile forming into your soft skin, full of goosebumps.

But Mike's seductive kissing of your legs instantly turned into biting and creating hickeys all over there. You pulled Mike's hair, arched your back and bit your lips. You were desperate, you wanted to just pull Mike's face right into your core and just let the man do what he should. But Mike couldn't stand it for long either. His penis was twitching in those thight shorts, and in that moment, it was his dick who take the role, over the brain or even heart.

He pulled his lips away from your legs and pressed them to yours this time, dry but thirsty for his. His tasteful saliva melted into yours, your tongues were so synchronized like some pretty song and Mike's hands were finally going in the way you wanted. He slowly pulled up your (his) hoodie up, but just a little bit, to unreveal your gorgous panties in all their beauty. He stopped kissing you for a moment, just to quickly checked there and smile a bit. Then he continued into glueing your and his mouth together.

You felt his fingers getting under the panties, just traveling on your skin slightly, before finding your clit and began to rub it a little. This is where the fun starts. You quietly moan into Mike's mouth, pulling his hair and moving your legs randomly. Mike has magical hands, and it didn't take too long for him to find the perfect speed and rhytm, that make your body go wild. ,,Shit” you couldn't hold the kissing anymore. You rolled your eyes and dig the back of your head into the pillow, while your eyes were shut strongly and you teeth started making blood staints on your lips.

,,Do you like that?” Motherfucker knew damn well you love that, but he just have to ask. You roughly nodded and try to hold the moans and tension in yourself. But Mike wanted more, so without warning he inserted not one, but two fingers into your vagina, which made you automatically drop your jaw open and whimper as loud as you could.

As if Mike had known you and your body for years, he knew exactly what to do to make you writhe like a snake, panting uncontrollably and digging your nails into not only Mike's hair, but the sheet next to you. Mike wiggled his fingers inside of you as he teased your clit with his thumb and was so in sync...even you don't do it that well to yourself.

You mumbled, moan, whimper, you had no control over your vocal cords anymore, not over your body either. You couldn't stay still, your entire body succumbed to a pleasurable tension, your legs began to shake and close until your stomach clenched, you leaned back and sighed so loudly, that even the neighbors could hear you miles away. ,,Fuck~” That's the last thing you whisper before you climax on Mike's fingers, whining and breathing like you just ran a marathon without a break.

You open your eyes just to see Mike, smiling at your relief. It was comfort, but also sort of horny smile that he has on his face, making him even more attractive, than he was before. He slowly pulled out his fingers out of your core, making you moan really quietly, that even mosquitos couldn't hear you, and he poke the two fingers, still glistening after your orgasm, into his mouth, sucking all your cum out of them. Even though you experienced the strongest orgasm of your life just a moment ago, you can't feel your legs and your core is still recovering, this maneuver by Mike immediately moved you and prepared you for the next round.

,,You taste so freaking amazing” Mike said quickly, almost desperatly with his husky voice and roughly put his lips into yours again. These kisses were definitely different, than before. These directly hinted at what would happen next. They were full of passion and the atmosphere around you smelled of sex.

After few moments of wildly kissing, you could hear how Mike is finally taking off his trousers, thus finally freeing his hard erection. You felt his hardness, poking you into your inner thigh. Mike didn't waste any time and took off your panties roughly. He treated them as if they were standing in his way, which they kind of did.

You exhale a little, when you felt the fresh cold air hitting your naked core. Mike stopped kissing you and he looked into your eyes to give him permission. When you nodded, a small hint of smile flicked on his face, before he burried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing there, while he slowly started moving his hips, brushing his tip against your thrusting core.

Mike nuzzled your neck pleasantly, tickling you, but you were preoccupied with your desire and arousal, which was already above average. Mike notice your body, how it twitched and moved, trying so hard to reach his tip and just ride him like a horse. ,,Please” this word was enough for Mike, without any much warning, he slowly started to slide his cock inside you. You tried to catch your breath at how much he was stretching you. Your eyes couldn't see it, but you felt very well how big his erection was. You could feel every vein.

It was endless, you were already full, you thought you would burst in no time, but Mike still wasn't all inside you. You whimpered, tears automatically streaming down your face. Mike placed gentle kisses behind your ears and comforted you with phrases: good girl, just like that, shhhh. It helped a bit, but you still felt the pain down there. Finally, Mike stopped moving and let you relax a bit, while he get up from your neck and now was above you, admiring you. Your eyes were closed, teeth cut deep below the lips and both hands squeezing the sheet on either side. You knew Mike had changed his head position but you didn't have strength to open your eyes.

After few seconds, the pain was finally getting better and you felt like continue. You open your eyes and smile at Mike. He look like a cute puppy, waiting for your permission to continue or to do practically anything. You nod slowly and Mike exhale in joy and happiness. He adjusted himself a bit and started slowly and carefully thrusting into you. Right from the start he started to hit your sweet spot, and that pain that was just a few seconds there? All gone. Now, it was all just a pure pleasure.

Your mouth was slightly opened, leaving quiet and sweet sighing. You couldn't keep your eyes open, all your senses were starting to slowly disappear. A pleasant feeling began to surround you and your quickening sigh signaled Mike to pick up his pace as well. Wet slapping started to get loud, Mike's moaning wasn't in rhytm anymore and both of you could feel that you are close.

The amount of swearing that leave Mike's and your mouth was endless. Mike's moves started being sloppy, the bed with both of you were moving just as Mike was roughly thrusting into you, you started seeing stars with your eyes closed. ,,Mike I-“ you wanted to inform him that you won't take it much longer, but Mike knew it damn well. After few more thrust, he burst his face into your neck again, going much deeper into you than you though it's possible, and with one last strong and wet slap, he whine loudly as he orgasm. You climax just as he put his head into you neck, your legs shaking, full body vibrating and the sweat was dripping all over Mike and you too.

You too take a break for a moment, before Mike slowly pulled his dick out of your wet and stretched core. You both sighed at the lost. Mike colapsed on the bed right next to you, still trying to catch his breath. But it wouldn't be gentleman, if he didn't take care of you after sex. He grab a duvet and cover your lower naked part and him too. He turned his head to look at you, but you looked so done. ,,Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, his heart beating more faster than ut probably should. You just nodded, you had no energy to even respond with words. ,,I am gonna give you some water 'kay?” he sat up and give you comfort kiss on forehead, before he get off bed, put on some shorts and went for some water.

You were devastated. Your body was numb and you couldn't tell if you could feel any parts of your body or not. You felt fantastic. It's been a long time since you last had sex, but even though you tried to find as much as you wanted in your head, it was never as good as Mike's. As if he had enough experiences, but how? He sleeps all day or takes care of Abby or goes shopping and in the evening, he has that traumatizing job...but before you could think deeper, your thoughts were interrupted by Mike, who gently sat next to you on bed and handed you a glass of water. You try to sit up but your hands were so weak that you couldn't do practically anything. Mike immediately helped you, placing the glass on the bedside table and carefully lifting you up so that you were leaning against the wall and finally sitting. You smiled at Mike as a thank you and he laughed.

"I guess I've destroyed you enough, huh?"

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illiterateaffairs · 11 months

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DISTRACTIONS SCENE BETWEEN | LET’S JUST PLAY PRETEND

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 1,403

summary: you and jamie bond over board games. takes place between chapters four and five of distractions.

A/N: missing scene number two is here! and happy ted finale day :( everyone please feel free to message me about the show after you watch. have a feeling we’re going to need to cope together <3 distractions official next chapter will be out friday for us all to disassociate with and keep the show alive! when distractions the series becomes our distraction >>>>>

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When you asked Jamie to grab a sweatshirt from your closet, there were a million things he could have fixated on.

He could have teased you for your Grey’s Anatomy Grey Sloan Memorial tee-shirt.

He also could have questioned why you had hoarded a few of his own pieces of clothing - you were thankful he didn’t notice those.

If he really snooped around, he could have also found old journals full of short stories, poems, and notes you had jotted down once upon a time.

But no, what he found the most exciting you would have never expected.

After hearing some suspicious shifting, followed by a thump and quiet yelp, Jamie called out to you.

“You have Monopoly?”

You barely processed what he said as he bounded back into the living room and enthusiastically showed off the board game.

“Oh, yeah?” you looked up from the couch with eyes pinched in confusion.

“We have to play,” he declared, already moving things off of your coffee table to make room.

“I thought we were going to order dinner?” you asked, though an amused smile played at your lips.

Jamie shrugged, as he knelt down on the floor and started taking out the game components, “We could just have some snacks while we play? Whatever you have here is probably good.” After a second, he paused and looked up at you with big eyes, “Unless you don’t want to play, because we don’t have to.”

“No!” you’re quick to console, and you’re not even sure why, “No, let’s play! I can throw some sort of appetizer in the oven and grab chips. Let's do it.”

“Cool,” Jamie smiled. You got up as he sorted the Monopoly money before dropping it suddenly, “Shit.”

From the kitchen doorway, you curiously watched him jump over your couch and jog back to your room, only to return moments later with the sweatshirt you originally asked for.

“M’lady,” he mock-bowed and presented it to you.

You snorted but thanked him appreciatively.

Forty-five minutes later, you were knee deep in a game of Monopoly, and even deeper in the bag of Pizza Rolls you’d smuggled over from America. While it wasn’t uncommon for you and Jamie to hang out fully-clothed as of late, this night felt different. It felt casual. Simple. Domestic. And none of it was doing anything to help those pesky little feelings you were starting to develop for him.

Jamie had put on music while the two of you waited for the Pizza Rolls to heat up, and you two sang horribly off-key to Alanis Morrissette. And then when you two sat down to play the game, Jamie made himself right at home on the floor. He immediately called playing as the Car piece, and you happily chose the Thimble. He also explained that in the U.K. they have a London version of the game, so he was excited to play with the American version.

You played peacefully, intermittently exchanging little pieces of small-talk. Though, it was hard to concentrate since you found how much he enjoyed the game so adorably endearing.

“I’ve got to say, I would have never seen you as a board game kind of guy,” you eventually mused aloud.

You noticed a slight redness in Jamie’s cheeks, as he looked thoughtfully at the Monopoly board instead of at you.

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “I find them comforting I guess. My mum and I used to play stuff like Monopoly and Clue all the time when I was a kid.”

You smiled at this little nugget of information about his childhood. “I feel the same way. My dads are board game fiends. We’d have family game night every Friday.”

Jamie’s brow quirked and he looked back over to you. “Dads?”

You nodded, “Mhmm. Two dads. They adopted me when I was a kid. In fact, as a welcome home gift, they actually bought me Monopoly, but it was the Disney Princess version. They upgraded me to this one when I went off to college.”

Jamie smiled, “That’s nice. What do they think of you being all the way over here? They’re in Chicago, right?”

You bit your cheek a little. Telling him you’re actually from Kansas, just like Ted, might be a little too specific to pull off as a coincidence. Instead of lying, you bypassed the question all together, and focused on his first.

“I think they’re happy I’m trying something new, and that I’m doing something for myself. They don’t know most of the story about why Mason and I broke up because I do not need them to worry, but I think they know it's better that we’re not together. I think they probably wish I lived closer, but if I’m happy they’re happy.”

“And are you?” Jamie asked softly, “Happy, I mean?”

You thought about it for a second, but it wasn’t a hard thing to answer. You had never been surrounded by more loving and kind people, and never had a job this exciting. You’re also reluctant to admit that you’ve never been around a boy who makes your stomach flip like Jamie does, but it was true.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’m very happy here.”

Jamie nodded, his own small smile forming.

“I think part of me feels guilty though,” you found yourself admitting, “The whole time I was in Chicago, I hardly saw them. I spent a lot of Christmases and Thanksgivings with Mason and his family, because he insisted. I’d make time for them occasionally on my own, but it was hard with my old job. I didn’t really think about being even further away after taking this job. And leave it to them to be more than understanding, and volunteer to come here next time they have the chance. I feel like I don’t deserve them.”

Jamie shook his head, “Don’t say that. Your dads clearly love you. And you definitely deserve it.” He sighed lightly before continuing, “I think it's nice they’re so supportive. My dad…he’s not…”

As you watched Jamie struggle to articulate his thoughts, you didn’t hesitate to take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. It wasn’t the first time he’d made reference to his dad, but it was usually a sarcastic comment, nothing of depth.

“Jamie,” you interrupted softly, “You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” he nodded, staring at your intertwined fingers, “He’s just…not the best person. It’s a long story, but we haven’t really talked in almost a year now. And I feel guilty about that sometimes, myself, but I think it's probably for the best. At least for now. But your dads sound amazing, and they’re probably so proud of you for coming out here and trying something new. So I wouldn’t worry about letting them down. I mean, I can’t see how you’d let anyone down, so…” He trailed off quietly.

You smiled and gave his hand an extra tight squeeze. “Thank you, Jamie. And even though you never have to, you can always talk to me about anything with your dad if you ever need to,” he nods, still staring at your hands, “...and I’m sorry if talking about my dads made you feel uncomfortable, I don’t..”

“No, no.” Jamie quickly reassured, turning to face you again, “I promise you, it didn’t. I liked hearing about your dads. Like I said, they seem great.” He gave you another small smile, before continuing, “Maybe we can start doing something like Friday Game Nights? I feel like the team would love it. Beard and Ted too, and we can drag Roy along. I’d pay money to see that guy play charades.”

You giggled. You also tried not to show how touched you were at the offer. Images of Ted at family game nights growing up flash through your head, and you’re sure he’d love a piece of home here, too.

“I think that sounds perfect.” You gave his hand one last squeeze before reluctantly pulling away, and picking up the dice, “Alright, my turn right?”

Jamie nodded and shook off any remaining anxious energy. As you took your turn, Jamie cleared his throat, “I also saw Jenga in your closet, can we play that next?”

You laughed, “If you’re okay seeing me lose my shit every time I inevitably knock everything over, then sure.”

Jamie grins, “I can’t wait.”

A/N: let me know what missing scenes you’d like to see next! and don’t hesitate to let me know how y’all are doing after watching ted!!!

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sleepyhead0720 · 10 months

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May I request a one-shot with Luffy or Ace where Reader is painting a big portrait of them looking really cool?

Sure! I hope you enjoy<3 (you didn’t specify a lot so I added a couple things! Hope you don’t mind<3)

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Woah…that looks like ME!

The crew just returned from a rather peaceful island, it was very calm to take a break and relax and not have to worry about the navy being after your boyfriend

During the small break though, you discovered that you enjoyed drawing! And we’re quite good at it too!

More specifically you liked drawing living things, you had been practicing all month, even after you guys departed from that island

You were planning on painting a portrait of luffy! You didn’t know why you wanted to, there wasn’t any special occasion aside from you wanting to see a big smile on your boyfriends face once you show him the portrait

It was meant to be a surprise for him till the it was ready. But of course, things didn’t go as plannned

You huffed and placed the painting brush down

You were almost done with the portrait, you just needed a a little more shad and it would look better

Maybe the next island will have more painting supplies

You didn’t really have to worry on leaving the portrait unintended since luffy was busy bothering Sanji for food and once you arrive to the next island, he would immediately get off the ship in search for food or something

You started packing your stuff up and put a black blanket over the painting

Once you put all the stuff away, you headed to the front deck to see if any island was in view

“Usopp! Is there anything yet?”

“Yes! It’s still far away but I can still see it, it’ll take a couple hours before we reach it”

He gave you a thumbs up

You smiled and headed to the kitchen expecting luffy to be there trying to eat everything in sight

“Y/n-san! What brings you here? Are you hungry?”

You turned to Sanji was already getting ready to cook something for you

“Yea kind of, where’s Luffy? I thought he was here?”

You started to panic a little considering you haven’t seen him at all

Sanji tilted his head

“I thought he was with you? He did say he was going to look for you,”

You panicked

What if he snuck into the room?

“Uh I gotta go really quick!”

You speed walked outside and started heading towards your room

As you got closer, you heard sounds inside as if something was moving there

You really hoped is was some sorts of animal and not luffy

As you peeked you head you saw luffy fidgeting with one of your paint brushes

“Luffy!”

He jumped and turned towards you

“Why are you snooping through my stuff??”

You crossed your arms while glaring at him slightly

“This is your stuff?”

He said bringing up one of your big paint brushes up to his face eyeing it curiously, he then starting brushing his face with it

“Y/n how come it’s so dirty? Is your face THAT dirty?”

You sighed

“No Luffy, it’s not makeup! And even if it was you don’t use it like that,”

“Oh”

You grabbed it and started organizing your stuff

“Is this yours too?”

You were too busy organizing your stuff to notice Luffy approaching your portrait,

But when you did, it was too late

“WAIT NO LUFFY!”

“Woah…That looks like ME!”

He said yelling excitedly pointing at himself and back at the painting

You sighed

“That IS you lu,”

As you started to pick the blanket up, he smiled eyed the painting in awe

It was him standing on top of a rock admiring the sunset, behind him was his straw hat flowing gently behind his back.

“Woah! I look so cool!! Where’d you buy this y/n? It looks straight out of the museum thingy’s!”

He turned towards you, you smiled at his excitement

“I didn’t, I drew it myself, it’s still not done and I was planning on giving to you once it was done,”

“Wait… YOU DID THIS??”

You nodded to which he grinned wildly

“It looks so cool!! Could you do one where me and you are fighting? Or maybe e two of us eating!! Could you, could you???”

He basically lunged at you with excitement raiding off him

You chuckled at his childish behavior

“Sure lu, but it takes a lot of time and I’m not even done with that one,”

He looked confused at your words

“What do you mean? It looks perfect to me!”

The both of you turned towards the portrait for different reasons

Luff because he was trying to find any imperfections

You because you tried to see all the flaws in it

“Well first of all-“

You cut yourself off, even if you did explain you doubted he would understand at all so you just said,

“I want to add more details,”

He still liked confused but accepted your answer

“Well ok! But you ARE doing more right??”

You smiled at him

“Of course Lu,”

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#one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece oneshots #op luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you

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rinstagrams · 8 months

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seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? content: ex!gojo x reader, language, suggestive (16+), mentions of sex w/c: 1.4k

♬ bad idea, right? by olivia rodrigo.

“hey, shoko invited us over for drinks and gossip.”

you hardly hear what utahime suggested, too busy typing away on your phone. your eyebrows furrow at the latest text sent, nearly outright ignoring your coworker and friend. “can’t,” you say after a moment’s pause. “plans.”

it’s not very often that you and utahime get sent out on missions together, let alone in tokyo. she hardly gets away from her teacher work in kyoto, but the curse you’d been sent to exorcise today in tokyo was perfect for her technique and yours. since the trip back to kyoto is a bit long, you’ve both opted to stay the night. it’s pretty standard that you would stay with shoko on a night in tokyo. but recently…

utahime raises an eyebrow at you curiously, standing behind you to peek over your shoulder at your phone. “plans?”

“yeah,” you say, clearing your throat. “i have something to do.”

“i think you mean someone to do.”

“what? hey!” you exclaim, trying to sound indignant. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, so gojo didn’t just send you his new address?”

“stop snooping!” you say, locking your phone and holding it close to your chest out of view. the look utahime gives you, however, is unavoidable. damn her and that damn teacher look of hers. you sigh, shoulders deflating. “i really don’t wanna hear a lecture right now. can you save it for the train ride back?”

“i’m not gonna lecture you.” but the look she gives is really enough to have you feeling like a scolded child. “but i thought after last time, you said you were done with him.”

“i know he’s my ex,” you say, picking at your nail. “but can’t two people reconnect?”

since your break-up a year ago, you and gojo have avoided each other at all sorcerer events. it’s kind of funny, seeing the lengths the two of you will go to avoid each other. but nonetheless, in the end, you always find yourself with him in tokyo behind closed doors. up until now, you thought you’d done pretty well at keeping it a secret… guess not.

“you don’t reconnect with gojo satoru of all people. i still can’t believe you dated him, he’s a selfish prick.” that much is true, you think to yourself. but despite how self-involved and cocky he might be to everyone else, he’s… not so selfish in bed, to say the least. “he’s not even that hot.”

“i’ve seen hotter,” you hope that maybe agreeing with her in hating gojo will lighten the load on you. instead, she narrows her eyes at you and says, “you’re not getting back together, are you? because i’ll slap some sense into you right now.”

“i only see him as a friend.” biggest lie you’ve ever said.

utahime actually snorts, very uncharacteristic of her. “sure, sweetie. let’s see how you feel after a glass of wine and a lay with gojo satoru.” you groan and shake your head, refusing to admit to yourself the truth of his words.

“nothing will happen.”

“yeah, sure,” she says, completely disbelieving of you. “and what’ll be your excuse when you wake up in his bed?”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “tripped and fell.”

when you pull up to gojo’s new building, a penthouse on the top floor of a tall apartment complex, you’re not surprised at the text that tells you to just come on up. stupid satoru, not even bothering to walk you up.

he’s stupid, rude, and hardly chivalrous. you know that this is a bad idea, and you’ll probably regret it in a few days when the mortification settles in, but for now, who cares?

you don’t even knock, because satoru already has the door open. he leans his tall figure against it, arms crossed over his broad chest wearing a smile on his face. his hair is a little disheveled, glasses hanging low on his nose, and you can already smell the familiar scent that tells you he just had a shower.

“satoru.” you remember your words with utahime earlier. you’re sure you’ve seen much better looking men than this white, gangly string bean, but for some reason, you can’t really remember when.

“hey, beautiful. mission went okay?” the care in his voice makes you remember the way he used to fuss over you when you were dating. you roll your neck out, nodding. “yeah,” you tell him. “neck hurts like a bitch, though.”

“let me help you with that,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. you place your stuff down and already as the door shuts, satoru brushes your hair to one shoulder. quickly, his hands work on your shoulders to massage the small knots out from your muscles, even without you asking. it feels good; for someone whose technique revolves around not touching people, he’s still surprisingly good at massages.

“thanks,” you say, voice soft.

“anything for you. you worked hard.” his voice is low, and after a few moments, you feel soft kisses pressed to the back of your neck. on your jaw. down your shoulders. you nearly shiver beneath his touch.

“seriously, satoru? straight to it, huh. i can’t shower, first?” you laugh, voice a little breathless as he brushes his tongue over your sweet spot on your neck.

“i figured we could do a second round in the shower.”

you laugh and close your eyes, relaxing into his touch as his hand comes around to pop open the button on your jeans. your last thought before you give in is, here we go again.

you wake up in the morning to the light shining in through the windows, but also to the buzzing of your phone. as you rub the sleep from your eyes, you curse. shit. four missed calls from utahime. she’s so gonna kill you at the train station.

stifling a yawn, you start to shuffle in bed, standing to gather your clothes. before you can swing your legs over the bed however, you feel a tug by the waist. over your hips, satoru has a strong arm to pull you back in. a sleepy groan leaves him. “don’t leave,” he whines like a kid.

“i have to go back to kyoto,” you tell him, trying to tug yourself free to no avail.

“stay.” a strong pull drags you back to bed with him, and your back is pressed smugly to his chest. his chin hooks on your shoulder and you feel him poking at the back of your thigh. “i’ll teleport you back later.”

“satoru,” you say, tone chastising. “i really don’t have time for a morning quickie.”

behind you, he sighs. the mood seems to have dropped now, his playful childish tone now gone from seconds ago. “i’m not talking about sex. i just want you to stay. i’ll make you breakfast.”

“you know that’s not what we do. we agreed that when we were gonna do this, it wasn’t gonna be like before.” before, when you were dating. before, when you had so many problems that couldn’t be solved with just sex. now, at least you can still have the sex without the relationship baggage.

“i miss you.”

a sigh leaves you, and you turn to face him, his arm still around you. when you meet his eyes, they’re no longer sleepy, but serious. “satoru,” you call his name, sounding serious. “you shouldn’t say those things.”

“but i do. miss you, i mean.” he sighs. “i miss seeing you more than just every few months for a fuck. i wanna see you in the mornings, and on the weekends.”

all you can do is sigh. he goes on, “we were good, weren’t we? i miss you, and i know you miss me too. i wish we could give it another try. i’m not just saying it because of last night, but… i’ll be better. i’ll really try. i’ll come every weekend, we can go on dates all the time. i’ll be less annoying.”

“that might be hard for you,” you mutter. it’s an insult, but it shows to him that you’re beginning to open up to it, and that brings a smile to his face. a beautiful one, his blue eyes filled with mirth and not obstructed by glasses or a blindfold.

“and you’ll work on not being mean to me, right? we’ll be good together. will you give me a second chance?”

the two of you never worked out, and you know that for yourself. you know the problems behind it all, but what a fool you were to think you could be satisfied with just this. the two of you butt heads always, but maybe it’s worth it for moments like these. it’s a bad idea but… you’ve never been fond of good ideas.

a heavy breath leaves you, but you can’t hold back the smile. “okay.” he grins, and it’s wonderful. oh, utahime’s going to kill you.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #i'm soooo into this man and i just had to write jjk x guts #i need him so bad!! you don't understand!!

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pjsk-writin · 7 months

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OKAY OKAY so a little scenario I came up with

So can I request Akito, Mizuki, and Kanade and Haruka idk how to word this but like image them over at readers house and they discover an album where that's full of photos when reader was a child (like through 0-14) bonus points if reader is different compared to their present self like child! Reader was energetic and bubbly, but the present reader is reserved or shy😭

Thank u <33 AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF OR ELSE I TAKE ALL THE MIZU MERCH/J (/J FOR THE MIZU PART BUT /SRS FOR THE SELF CARE)

AWWWWH THIS REQ IS SO CUTE ?? ofc!! and BDNDNSJD NOOO i will take care of myself, and i hope u will too !! i hope u like this ! <3

♡ BABY PHOTOBOOK - Akito Shinonome, Mizuki Akiyama, Kanade Yoisaki and Haruka Kiritani x Reader

Akito:

You and Akito had been going out for a couple of months, and having him over to your house wasn't new. What was new, however, was him finding an old photobook

"Huh...What's this?" He waves the photobook haphazardly in the air, and your eyes go wide as you quickly try to grab it from him, "Be careful-"

He can tell that you're trying to hide something, so while he holds you off, he looks through the photobook. And he almost can't believe his eyes

It's full of photos of you, you as a cute little toddler that's all bubbly smiles at the camera; the complete opposite of you now. It makes his chest feel warm, in a way

He looks up at you with a grin of mischief, pointing at a photo of you that makes you flush with embarrassment. He laughs, wrapping his arm around you as he compares the photo to you

"Look at how cute you are, so bubbly too...What happened, huh?" He's nothing but teases and smiles <3

Mizuki:

Mizuki always has a tendency of looking through things they shouldn't, and that doesn't change when you date them. So, while we were off doing who knows what, they were looking around

"Well well, what's this?" They held up a photobook found from under your bed, glancing towards the doorway to make sure you weren't looking before they opened it up

They can barely hold in the absolute squeal that comes out when they see the contents of the photobook, their eyes sparkling as their hands rest over their mouth

There were so many photos of baby you, looking like the happiest thing alive. It makes them lose their mind, how is it possible for you to be so cute?

They're quick to find you, hugging you from behind and laughing as they shrug off your flustered exclamations of them finding the photobook, simply showing you their favorite photos

"Just look how absolutely adorable you are!! How are you so cute??" They can't even tease you, they're just gushing <3

Kanade:

It takes a lot to drag your girlfriend, Kanade, out of her home, so she definitely discovers your photobook on accident. She was sitting on the couch, when her foot bumped against something

"Huh...?" She looks down, fingers brushing over the photobook before she pulls it out, looking at it curiously. You glance over at the sound, letting out a laugh. "Ah, my baby photos..."

After getting your permission, she takes a peek through the photobook, her eyes widening slightly at the contents. Her fingers skim over the photos with awe

There are so many photos of you as a baby, and you look so bubbly and happy. A part of her can't help but hope that one day, she can bring that smile back to your face

You look a bit embarrassed beside her, so she's quick to rest her head on your shoulder. She smiles, looking down at the photos before looking back up at you

"You were a really adorable kid..." Her compliments are soft and a bit shy, but you know she means it from the bottom of her heart <3

Haruka:

Haruka is the other person who wouldn't purposefully try to snoop around and find the photobook. You two were sitting and talking in your room when she saw it in the corner of her eye

"I've never seen that before..." She comments curiously, and you look over your shoulder, an embarrassed look slipping over your face, "Oh, it's just a photobook from when I was younger..."

She's definitely intrigued after you say that, and she asks if she can see. After a bit of hesitance, you hand it over, and she opens the photobook carefully

Her eyes immediately widen, a soft smile slipping onto her lips as she takes in all of your baby photos, laughing softly at how cute you looked

She brings you into a hug, keeping the photobook across your laps as she kissed your cheek, gently squeezing you as she complimented every single photo of you

"You are so adorable, just look at that grin!" Her words absolutely shine with the adoration she feels for you <3

taglist ! ; @fayeelikefairie , @akitofixated , @starry-sky-melody , @akiyamasmizuki , @memoriesmelody (practicing taglist!) , @lovecord25 , @asherenjoysart

#project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #akiyama mizuki x reader #kanade yoisaki x reader #yoisaki kanade x reader #haruka kiritani x reader #kiritani haruka x reader

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pinkysberg · 10 months

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thinking about charles smith avoiding camp during parties because he's not into all the noise and doesn't have a whole lot to say, plus he likes his alone time anyway. so he volunteers for guard shift and ambles about the perimeter, listening to all the drunken camp songs from a distance.

but then im also thinking about arthur having a couple whiskeys and getting all warm in the chest, suddenly wondering where charles is. he looks around briefly to see if he can spot him anywhere, and when he doesn't immediately see that familiar grey hoodie floating in his field of view he's on the move. he snoops around the camp, maybe he asks someone and eventually he spots charles on the perimeter of camp, sauntering with a rifle in hand.

of course, arthur thinks. charles would be finding some menial task to take up over getting loose with this lot. he can't necessarily blame him, but that doesn't mean he can't still enjoy the night as well, right?

so arthur snags a couple more whiskeys and approaches.

"enjoying the party?" arthur jokes.

charles looks over his shoulder as he shrugs them. he seems to grasp the teasing tone and half smirks. "someone has to do it." he raises the rifle slightly.

"coulda made bill," arthur suggests, "couldn't hurt to take a night off."

"i don't need a night off." charles responds.

"nah, i meant bill and the booze." that earns arthur a laugh, low and warm. arthur holds the whiskey out, "you could use one too, though."

charles glances down at the drink and then up at arthur, his face dusted pink - clear even under the low light of the moon. be it from the alcohol charles can't be sure (it's not). he looks back down at the whiskey and away from those shiny blue eyes that peer curiously at him in a way that makes his heart flutter.

as charles hesitates with his answer arthur quickly offers, "i can let you drink it on your own, if you'd like."

a quick shake of the head, charles answers "no, stay," with a little more haste than he'd have liked to. after a quick clear of the throat he takes the whiskey.

a wry grin breaks across arthur's face, along with a a blooming heat he's sure is all the more visible. "alright."

#i got carried away ???#thinking about autistic charthur on this fine saturday #charthur #thinky

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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what if dottore had to create a new segment for a very specific experimental project (dunno what it is but for the sake of this ask just hear me out xddd) and its the female version of prime ! fragile reader has always been nosey as to what dottore's new project is ab and would even snoop around eventhough prime or the segments would eventually rant ab it sooner or later . so when reader found out that theres been a newcomer at the lab their curiousity peaked yet the lab is very restricted whenever its being operated and can only hear their voice which is somewhat familiar w their figure of speech so reader is left quite frustrated . ladyttore has all the memories of prime so whenever reader's presence can be sensed outside of the lab she just smiles to herself and felt giddy at reader's antics for being curious yet clueless ab her . after the project has been completed she just ... kind of almost nothing to do since prime and all of the segments had already been assigned onto a new project w all the roles taken and shes left to standby if there happens to be any emergency . she met reader for the first time when she strolls along the halls to study the area then suddenly reader appeared in different direction as they were ab to go to their room . reader immediately froze as their mind went , " WHO IS THIS PRETTY LADY AND WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE DOTTORE ?!?!?!? " . ladyttore just simply chuckles at this then holds one of their hand on hers to bring it to her lips and said , " its a pleasure to finally meet you " and u just burst into million shades . i have a feeling ladyttore is more suave than most segments so when prime and the other segments were left busy both of u went along quite well and when they got back they lowkey feels jealous LOL . zandi is prob quite fond of ladyttore since shes very attentive and he likes adults that are somewhat similar to reader .

had this idea bc i want dottore yuri 🥺🩷

YESSS WBDWQKDWQD FEMTTORE WOULD BE... SO SUAVE AND CHARMING AND TALL AND PRETTY,, Dottore, as someone who is constantly seeking new perspectives, well it wouldn't be too surprising for him to make a female segment!! (We know he's done much crazier things anyway.) Although you've been told many many times to stop wandering around certain off-limits areas of the lab... you can't help it. You're still a scholar, after all! (Interpret "scholar" that how one would like.) Though many times, you end up being caught before you can get any of the juicy details... which happens yet again, and all you can hear is a familiar yet unfamiliar voice at the same time...

Although Femttore thinks you are the cutest little thing that she would love to gobble up, she doesn't force the meeting, rather, she wants it to happen naturally. Oh, of course she'd love to wrap her hands around your shoulders and purr into your ear, have you lay on her lap as you glance nervously at her but, she's not impatient. Yes, seeing all the other segments hog your attention is rather annoying but her chance will come. And it is worth every second of waiting.

You have to do a double take when you see such a lovely, well-dressed lady with... a familiar mask and... long, blue hair?? You nearly trip over your feet as you try to understand when she just strolls up and kisses your hand so romantically,, And her voice? It's like Dottore's but it has a distinct tone to it, like not other. It makes your cheeks warm, definitely.

Omega and Femttore are definitely the ones silently fighting with each other through sharp smiles and passive-aggressive statements. They are the two latest versions of Prime after all... They are both selfish in many matters, that applies to you as well of course. The other segments don't like her because she always manages to steal you away... why are you so enamored with her, it's not fair! The younger ones especially, they mumble and grumble all the time when they see her touch you so casually as you fawn over her,,

She always makes sure you have all the products you need (hygiene, skincare, lotion, etc) because she knows her creator knows only the basics of the basics,, </3 of course she also has very pointy teeth and likes to mark you but the other segments get mad of course,, it's always a competition

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #PUTS THIS IN MY MOUTH IT TASTES DELICIOUSSSS #one of my fav dottore artist drew art of female dottore segment and i just... <333

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k-marzolf · 6 months

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Judas #4

I couldn’t love a man so purely.

warnings: lying, betrayal, slightly canonish Billy, language, threats and intimidation, oral (f receiving) implied, fem!reader.

summary: You catch a glimpse of Rawlins meant to intimidate Billy. You question Billy.

author’s note: I don’t know when chapter five will be up, but I am working on it.

&&&

Billy kissed your hip, watching you carefully.

“Billy, who was that man?” You asked curiously, referring to Rawlins who had come over to the penthouse earlier that afternoon.

It pissed Billy off to be honest that he’d come. Probably checking on his fucking investment.

But you were in danger now more than ever. Billy hated that Rawlins used you as a tool if Billy didn’t do as he asked. Fuck.

He’d smiled looking at you, his hands in his pockets. “She’s very pretty, Lieutenant.”

You’d watched silently as if knowing this man was trouble. Billy had pulled him into his office, and you’d been a good girl. You didn’t snoop. Billy knew he needed to be careful of tripwires; one wrong move, and it was all over.

“Some old business partner.” Billy finally answered, sounding annoyed.

You frowned, feeling as though Billy was hiding something. “You didn’t look happy to see him.” You pressed gently.

Billy shrugged, “He wants more control of Anvil. That ain’t happening.”

“Is Billy safe? He’s not bullying you? I’d tell him off for you. Maybe slap him.” You said, small but fierce.

Billy chuckled. The thought of you telling Rawlins off, and slapping him was both amusing and frightening.

But something in Billy felt warm inside at your offer—you wanted to protect him. And the boy in him that had been left defenseless by a mother who couldn’t care less, yearned. “I’m safe. He’s just an asshole.” Billy said, fingers squeezing your hips.

“But—“

Billy climbed up your body, kissing you soundly on the mouth, cutting you off. His fingers teased you, making you whine.

“Billy,” you breathed, brain short circuiting. He had that effect on you.

“Somethin’ you want, baby?” Billy husked, teasing you. You moaned softly as he circled your clit, making your legs shake. “Use your words, baby.” Billy said, nipping at you.

“Want your mouth on me. Please, Billy?” You asked shyly, cheeks heating up.

Billy gave you a wicked smile, one that would rival Lucifer’s. “You’re my favorite dessert, baby.” He touched his mouth to your wet heat, making you pull on his hair, and whimper, as Billy groaned.

God, he loved you.

The thought startled him.

It just put your life more at risk.

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audreyscribes · 7 months

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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD [PART 2] Ω PJO IMAGINE Ω

PROMPT: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

a/n: Reader is neutral; no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age. [Ao3 LINK] [1] [2] [3] [4] __________________________________________________

You proceeded to go to the kitchen just in time to find the kettle finished boiling. You scoured the cabinets to find some other things, from hot chocolate to tea, cookies, and finally a med kit and some Tylenol.

The wind blew and suddenly you remembered about the jar of honey and honeycombs that you were told about in the house; harvested from the bee colonies that your distant aunt raised. Compelled, you grabbed it and set it with the other mountain of things.

As you were assembling them together, you remembered the old storage room. You went inside and found the boxes that had some clothes they could change into for a moment (if they wanted, it could not be that comfortable to sleep in old dirty clothes), something about your distant aunt keeping some clothes from kids she helped. You pulled out an old relic of your teenage years and found a “death to barbie” shirt you had and felt nostalgia take over-

“Why do you have children’s Tylenol? You don’t look like you have kids around-“

“OH, CHEESE AND CRACKERS BY THE GODS-“ you screeched, fumbling with your items as you were spooked. You whipped your body around and looked at Luke, who had his arms up like he was a kid who got his hands caught in the cookie jar-

“DO. NOT.” You stared, placing a hand on your chest and pointing to the boy, “Do not, do not scare me like that alright?”

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, surprise turning to curiousity. “You said, by the gods-“

You waved your hand and took out the box of old clothes, closing the door with your hip.

“Yeah yeah, not very common, I get it. It’s an old habit from my aunt, you remember? Anyways, I grew up in this house and I guess I picked that use of words from her, cause of her beliefs and stuff which I respected. Anyways, the reason I have children’s Tylenol is because I have side gig where I babysit some kids around here so you can never be too careful when they eat the wrong dirt-”

“Beliefs?”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “That’s what you’re focusing on?” you asked and he had the decency to give a sheepish look.

You scoffed and grinned, gesturing to the rest of the house. “I thought you guys saw when you snooped around the house.”

“We…really didn’t snoop,” he said and you stared disbelievingly and he caved. “-yet.”

You nodded as if all was right in the world while readjusting the box. You went past the darkened living room that contained all the herbs, memorabilia, totems, the shrine-

You felt like you should warn them so they wouldn’t get spooked when they eventually went snooping, lest they touch something and its actually cursed buuuuuuut-

“My distant aunt is what you call pagan” you started, “well, by most other established religions.”

“Oh” said the boy, lamely.

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed or what at that reaction. You thought about it before deciding on something and moving on cause you had more pressing matters to attend to. Like kids.

You approached their designated room and you gestured to Luke to open the door with a nod of your head. He seemed to hesitate but you held up the tray of goodies before he did as he was told. He opened it and you opened it further with a stretch of your leg.

You saw something glint and you saw Thalia holding what you could only see was a bonafide spear. A very familiar spear that you know your aunt has somewhere in the house-

She seemed to stare at you with what you could only say was instinct and survival skills, and it took all you had not to drop the tray in your hands with whatever nerve you had left.

“I have brought the goods” you announced, wondering if your voice cracked. “Put that thing down so you don’t stab me and make me spoil them while I set them on the table there. I would also like to have my organs not poked and be in order please” you said, before moving across, ignoring the very lethal weapon that you know no child should possibly own.

You missed the wide-eyed looks of surprise and realization from Thalia and Luke, even as they looked at each other with silent communication. You instead tried to keep your senses outreached in case she did stab you and to set the tray on the table.

You took a deep breath, prayed whoever would listen, before turning around to see Thalia, thankfully putting away the spear. “Alright, help yourselves. I also have a med kit and the Tylenol. Make sure your sister has something to eat before she takes some meds.”

You went to make sure the room was accommodated for as the kids edged past you to look at the goodies you brought. You snuck a glance at Annabeth on the bed, seeing her skin still flushed but ultimately, a lot less discomfort. No doubt because she was warm and in a soft bed.

“Are these…honey?”

You turned, seeing Thalia hold up the said honey and honeycombs. You hummed. “Yeah, if you want something sweet with your tea. It’s also good for wounds if you want, raised in our own backyard too…well my aunt’s” you said, before you stretched, fatigue getting to you now. “My aunt always offered honey or the honeycombs, like they were the ambrosia for the gods and they are the closest thing we mortals can consume.”

You missed again the looks the children gave you as you rubbed your eyes and yawned. “Anyways, I think that’s just because honey and sugar was a rare thing and honey itself was useful, so ambrosia for the gods. I dunno” you shrugged before you went to leave the room, “I’m going to sleep but again, feel free to get cleaned up and stuff. I rather you guys not lock the door so I can come in if things are bad, but your call I guess. I’m going to head into bed so feel free to also go through the house, just don’t break anything and don’t take anything valuable. You can rummage the kitchen or whatever but just write down what you did take so I can re-stock-“ you yawned, “Alright, I really need to sleep cause university/college is….a pain” you said, changing your profanity for something PG.

You trudge back to sleep without knowing whatever bomb you dropped on them, before you slipped into bed, closed your door, and proceeded to body slam into bed before darkness took over.

You dreamt of something, shifting animals into human-like figures; their appearance way too beautiful and godly for your brain to comprehend. You then saw a woman wearing a shawl, who attended a firepit. She smiled at you and gestured for you to sit. You walked over, finding yourself already sitting as the woman tended to the fire.

She spoke to you words that your ears couldn’t hear, but your soul understood. She smiled before the fire took over and you woke up. The ceiling of your room welcomed you and the day was a nice day. You stared, your brain reeling at what had happened, but something felt different in you; like someone gave you an energy shot that made you feel great.

You got up, grabbing clothes to change into after your shower as the day was just beginning and you had a craving for waffles. Or pancakes. Or-

You thought about what to eat but somewhere deep in your mind, you had a feeling you had just dreamed of meeting a god.

Thalia and Luke slept on either side of Annabeth, with Luke’s back facing the doorway. After skeptically looking at the goodies, they couldn’t dwell on it any longer when Annabeth woke up. The two older kids focused on taking care of Annabeth, who was confused where they were; a stark difference from sleeping on the streets to sleeping in a bed within a house.

After Thalia checked the stuff, they dug in. With full bellies and somewhat clean, they fell asleep after arguing who would sleep on which side of the bed. If the stranger was really an enemy and came for them in their sleep, whoever was closest would be able to fend them off and the other could take Annabeth to safety-

In the end, Annabeth deduced that whoever was closest to the door could protect them and the person on the other side would be able to know when the door opened; leading to the arrangement.

Exhaustion had taken over the two older kids, sleeping through the wafting smell of breakfast from below. Annabeth woke up, slightly bleary but hungry all the same. She looked at both Luke and Thalia who were exhausted and felt bad. She knew they were taking care of her and didn’t want to wake them up.

Armed with the dagger that Luke gave her, she bravely began to look through the house. It was old but relatively homey, which seemed safe but looked deceiving (she glanced around nervously for any spiderwebs). Her stomach won over her brain as she inched down the stairway, getting a good look into the kitchen to see you cooking.

She only saw your back as you were moving around before you disappeared from her viewpoint of the doorway, to tend to the stove of bacon and scrambled eggs.

Curious for more surveillance she descended the rest of the stairway to peek over the doorway to see you flipping the bacon and stirring the eggs. You pretended not to notice your little spy, with the creaking of the stairs giving whoever it was.

Instead you put your focus on breakfast, before you went to turn to the batter that was resting on the countertop that just so happened was in viewpoint of the doorway (you remembered doing the same thing as your guest when you were little when you came to this house)

“Oh!” you said, giving faux surprise at your spy; before actual surprise took over. You had expected either Thalia or Luke but not Annabeth; who jumped and hid away.

“Good morning! You feeling any better?” you asked from where you stood, you didn’t dare move but kept your anxious channeled to stirring the batter.

You saw Annabeth peering from the doorway and nodded, skeptical. You gave your best smile, but you were pretty sure you looked like a mess in the morning since you didn’t expect to deal with this already-

“Good, good. I gave your brother and sister the children’s Tylenol so if you don’t feel good, go to them and they should give you some,” you said as you turned to the waffle maker, “My name is Y/N by the way” you threw out to the side before you begun to turn to the waffle maker, pouring the batter to make some.

The instant smell hit as you heard a stomach rumble, and you snapped your head to see a very embarrassed Annabeth. You held back a laugh but there was a chuckle, earning an irate look.

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll scoop out some eggs and bacon for you first” you said before turning around to do so. As you plated, your little guest had moved away from the door to behind the countertop as you tried to exude friendliness.

“Here, help yourself. There’s plenty for everyone” you stated, as you slid the plate of food towards her and slid her an empty plate for herself to grab. She stared at the food, hunger in her eyes but also suspicion. You turned to your waffles, trying not let the wonder why these kids looked at everything like it was a threat-

“Waffles or Pancakes?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“You like Pancakes or Waffles more? I can make either” you offered.

Annabeth stared at you but the smell of the waffle curbed her in. “I like waffles” she said slowly.

You smirked, handing her the freshly made waffle, gesturing to the condiments.

“I like waffles/Pancakes myself but is good too” you said, before ladling food for yourself. You saw Annabeth looking at the food and upstairs as you ate your food, taking a sip of your morning beverage.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty for them too. I’d imagine they want you to eat your fill before thinking of themselves. I know as soon you get better, the sooner you’ll slip away.”

Annabeth looked at you with surprise that you knew what they were doing but you had to hold back your reaction at seeing her mouth full of waffles, eggs dripping from the corner of her mouths, and about to devour the bacon.

You quietly poured her a glass of milk and slid it to her in a quiet reminder to drink before she choked. You ate your own breakfast and quietly kept to yourself, occasionally asking Annabeth if she wanted more, the radio playing a tune faintly in the background.

It was almost seemed like another day of babysitting the neighbourhood kids. That you didn’t just let a bunch of random runaway kids into your home, who happened to wield dagger, spears, and-

THUMP THUMP THUMP-

You and Annabeth flinched and looked up as the ceiling shook with thundering footsteps. There were hurried steps down the creaking stairs, making you wince at the fear that the steps is going to crack from the other two’s speed, and barely grabbed your plate of breakfast to lean back as you saw a spear coming between you and Annabeth.

You held your breakfast plate up in the air, your desire for your food while haphazardly keeping your hands up in peace.

“Annie!” yelled Luke as he went to Annabeth from behind Thalia who was holding the spear between you and her (and their breakfast). “Don’t scare us like that-“

“I’m sorry Luke-“

“It’s not entirely safe-“

“But-“

“In my defense-“ there was a glint of metal and you’re hunger made you irritated, “Oi, I swore and I’m adhering to the rules of being a good host. Don’t you be rude and point a weapon at me young lady.”

Thalia seemed surprised at your sudden irritation but you grumbled, lowering your hands to stab at your breakfast. You took a huge bite, chewed, giving the two older kids a look of disappointment before you swallowed.

“Alright, enough with the whole threatening. I’ve offered my home, my bed, clothes and food to you. The least you can do is not trample or test my hospitality. Also, it’s too early for this” you said, swagging your fork at both of them. “I get you two want to protect each other and your sister, but you’re not going to be able to if you can’t allow yourself to relax and take the good will to your advantage. Which means no more weapon pointing alright?”

Thalia and Luke glanced at each other as Annabeth spoke confused. “Sister?”

You rose an eyebrow at them, having a feeling but you decided not to touch on it.

“Now that’s over, let me eat our breakfast in peace. Help yourselves to whatever, when you’re done just leave the plates in the sink” you huffed out before taking your breakfast and taking into the living room.

As you entered the living room, surrounded by all the items and artifacts your aunt kept, you saw a glint in the corner of your eye. You turned towards it and for a moment, the sunlight bouncing off the item made you wince, but it hit you when you saw the weapon hanging off the mantle.

How similar of the metal it was that Thalia and the kids were wielding.

You recalled an echo of a memory of what your aunt told you.

The plate crashed to the floor, as the realization hit you like cold water.

You just realized you just let a bunch of demigods in your house.

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a/n: I realized once the live action comes out, I'll have to clarify more that the canon characters depicted are based on the books. If I'm missing any tags, please let me know!

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 (Dwayne Finding Your Smut)

Fem!Reader x Dwayne

NSFW 18+ ONLY!!

NO MINORS!!!

SO IT IS DONE!! FROM MY DWAYNE IMAGINE

TW: Heavy smut, language

You were sitting on one of the old beat up couches in the cave, just listening to some music, when Dwayne walked into the room. You looked up at him, giving him a smile. Dwayne gave you a dark smirk in return. Your face went from smiling to very confused. Why was he looking at you like that?? You raised a brow at him. “What’s that look for?” You asked him curiously. Dwayne proceeded to hold up your phone, waving it around as his smirk grew. “I found those dirty stories you’ve been reading.” He informed you. Your face immediately drained of all colour. Your face one of pure horror. OH FUCK! You launched yourself off of the couch and right at him. “NO NO NO NO!! DWAYNE GIVE THAT BACK TO ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” You yelled as you tried to get your phone off of him but Dwayne just held it up high, out of your reach. Dwayne chuckled as you struggled to take your phone from him. “Dwayne, please! Give it back! You weren’t supposed to see any of that.” You told him. You were completely mortified. Dwayne had seen the VERY dirty and graphic smut fics that you read. You would never live this down. He was absolutely LOVING teasing the hell out of you.

Suddenly, Dwayne grabbed you, pulled you to him, leaned down and whispered into your ear. “So, this is what you want, huh? You like it rough? You want me to fuck you like the guys in the stories you’ve been reading?” His hot breath fanning against your ear and neck sending shivers down your spine. You froze in his hold but not out of fear, no. The complete opposite. You were incredibly turned on and Dwayne knew it. He could smell it. You heard Dwayne chuckle. “I know you do, princess. I can smell how aroused you are right now.” He said. Dwayne slid one of his hands down your body. He slid his hand up under your dress and right into your underwear. He let out a growl at what he felt. “Fuck. You’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You let out a moan as he slid a finger along you, dragging it up towards your clit, pressing down on it before pulling his hand out of your underwear. “Dwayne, please.” You whimpered, wanting him to continue touching you. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’m not done.” He told you before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp and carrying you off to your nest.

Dwayne promptly threw you onto the bed, opening your phone back up and going to a particular story that had caught his eye during his snooping. You sat up, leaning back on your elbows and looked at Dwayne. “What are you doing?” You asked him. He looked back at you and smirked. He then proceeded to read aloud a very dirty and graphic section of one of the fics. Your face was now beet red but at the same time, hearing that come from Dwayne’s mouth only turned you on more than you already were. You squeezed your thighs together as he read. Dwayne looked back up at you, seeing how flustered you were but he could also see and smell just how turned on you were. He himself was incredibly turned on, his cock already hardening in his pants. He watched as your eyes flickered down towards the growing tent in his pants. Dwayne put your phone down and walked over to where you were laying on the bed. “Come here, princess.” He purred. You eagerly crawled over to the side of the bed where he was standing. As soon as you got there, Dwayne grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you to him and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he snaked his other arm around your waist, pressing your body to his.

Pulling away, Dwayne looked down at you, staring into your eyes and you stared right back. Your heart was racing and you knew that Dwayne could hear it. “Take it off.” Dwayne ordered. You made quick work of pulling your dress off, tossing it to the ground before looking back at him. Dwayne smirked. “Those too, princess.” He said, nodding towards your underwear. You took them off, tossing them on the ground with your dress. You watched as Dwayne stood there, taking you in. “Good girl.” He praised. He then removed his jacket, dropping it to the ground, then moved his hands to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. His eyes never leaving yours as he removed his jeans, then his underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath as his hard cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. It’s not like you have never seen Dwayne naked before, you have had sex MANY times, but seeing him in all his glory never failed to leave you breathless. Not to mention completely soaked. Dwayne crawled onto the bed and over to you, pushing you down into the bed. Now laying on the bed, you watched as Dwayne kissed up your leg, to your thigh and staying there for a moment before moving his mouth to your pussy. You felt his breath fan over it, you tried to lift your hips up, wanting to feel his mouth on you, but you were quickly stopped by Dwayne’s hands pushing back down on your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt the tip of his tongue lick up your slit, causing you to let out a moan of anticipation. But you were disappointed as his tongue was pulled away. “Dwayne, please.” You begged him, only earning a dark chuckle in response. You felt as Dwayne continued kissing up your body, giving your nipples a teasing lick and nip, before his lips finally found their way to yours. He pressed a hard and lustful kiss to them. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands finding their way into his dark locks. As the kiss deepened, you bucked your hips up, feeling your pussy make contact with his hardness. This caused Dwayne to grind his hips down into yours hard, finally giving you some sort of relief. You wrapped your legs around him and he continued to grind into you and while it felt nice, you wanted more. You wanted him inside of you. “Please, Dwayne.” You begged again. “Please what?” He teased. He knew exactly what you wanted, but he wanted you to say it. “I want to hear you say it, princess. Tell me what you want.” Frustrated by his teasing, you told him. “I want you to fuck me, Dwayne. Please fuck me.” You knew you must have looked and sounded a little pathetic, begging for his cock, but you didn’t care. All you cared about, was having him inside of you.

Without warning, Dwayne had swiftly lined himself up to your entrance and drove the full length of his cock inside of you. You let out a surprised yelp then moan at the sudden intrusion. Giving you one last kiss, Dwayne sat back onto his legs, took hold of your thighs and yanked you back towards him more, driving himself deeper. You gripped the sheets as he started to pound into you at speed. Normally, Dwayne was pretty gentle with you but after finding that stuff that you had been reading, he wanted to fulfil any and all fantasies that you had and if that meant that he would need to fuck the shit out of you, then he was more than willing to do it. “Oh fuck!” You cried out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut. You were about to cum already and Dwayne had only just started. “Dwayne. I’m- fuck!” Feeling your muscles tightening around him, Dwayne knew you were about to cum, which only made him speed up. “Cum for me princess.” He told you and that was all you needed as you were overcome with your first orgasm. Your pussy squeezed Dwayne’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.

Your brain had stopped working at this point as you laid there, Dwayne still fucking you. He moved to hover back over you, his mouth at your neck, sucking and nipping your flesh and making its way to your ear. “I hope you know that I am far from done with you.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. Moving one of his hands to your throat, Dwayne tightened his grip, not too much as to actually hurt you, but more squeezing the sides. You had never been choked during sex before but the second Dwayne wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed, you knew that you wanted this to happen a lot more. “You like it when I choke you while I fuck you?” Dwayne asked, already knowing the answer as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. He brought his mouth back to yours, pulling you into a hot and messy kiss. “Yes.” You managed to get out. “Yes what?” He asked. “Yes, I like it when you choke me while you fuck me, Dwayne.” You moaned out.

After a while Dwayne suddenly pulled out of you but before you could protest, he had flipped you over so you were now on your hands and knees. Dwayne didn’t waste a second, as he drove himself back into you and continued to fuck you. The new position made him hit new spots inside of you, bringing you to your second orgasm. Again, Dwayne felt your pussy grip and squeeze him. You cried out as you came, pushing back into him. You heard Dwayne’s breathing and grunting grow as he got closer to his own orgasm. “Fuck. I’m going to cum, princess.” He said as he continued to pound into you. He leaned down, kissing your back. “I’m going to cum deep inside of you. Fuck.” You felt as Dwayne’s cock throbbed as he released his hot cum deep inside of you. You pushed back onto him more, flexing your muscles around him. With a final few hard thrusts, Dwayne finished. He kissed your back again before leaning back up and rubbing his hands along your back, soothingly.

You both stayed like that for a few moments before he slowly pulled out of you, helping you lay down on the bed as he laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. The both of you breathing heavily. Dwayne trailed soft kisses along your neck as he laid behind you and rubbed his hand up and down your hip. “You did so good, princess.” He whispered, praising you. You just hummed in reply, a lazy smile on your face. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough?” He asked, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you with how rough he was being. You shook your head. “I’m okay. You weren’t too rough.” You reassured him. You slowly turned your body around so you were facing him. “It was-” You were lost for words. Dwayne smirked at you, thinking it was adorable that you were lost for words. He brushed your hair out of your face, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Better than just reading about it?” He asked, teasing you. You laughed. “Yeah. Definitely better. So much fucking better.” You told him. “Maybe we could do it again.” He suggested. You could feel that he was hard again and your eyes widened. “Already?” You asked shocked. “Only if you want to.” He told you. While Dwayne wanted to continue to fuck you all night long, he wouldn’t if you weren’t up for it. But much to his pleasure, you crawled on top of him and smiled. “I want to.” You told him.

That night was a VERY long night.

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year

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Lie to me

Summary: you had no idea what Steve was planning with you.

Warnings: a gun, not angst.

A/n/: over. The next few days I’m clearing out all the Fics in my drafts (78). So prepare yoirselves for the spam that will be happening.

You knew Steve had been hiding something from you. he’d been so secretive for over a month. He’d quickly get off the phone if you had caught him staring at the screen. He quickly shut his mouth whenever he was seen talking to someone close by. You had begun to think he was cheating on you, perhaps. After all, why else would someone sneak around and act so suspicious. Right? He set a passcode to his phone so you could no longer look into it. Tony had forbade you into going into his lab and snooping through the secret files. Natasha refused to meddle in your odd plans to get him to spill his secrets. Bruce and Clint stayed far out of your business with the blond haired man. Scott and Quill was never around to even questioned. Parker was away in college, thanks to Tony's scholarships.

Until one day, you had enough of the secrecy. You confronted Steve when it had only been the pair of you in the tower. He was lounging on his bed, reading a magazine. You had sat on him to get his attention. He looked at your angered face curiously with a hiked eyebrow. Before he could open his mouth, you quickly shut him down.

You demanded the truth, nearly punching a hole in the headboard when he had rolled his eyes in response. “It’s nothing.” he says, prying you from his waist before standing and marching out of the room. You followed him, hot on his heels until he walked into the training room and handed you a gun.

“What the hell do you want me to do with this?” you spat.

“Shoot.” He commanded, stepping out of your way and pointing to the target sheets.

“What the fuck are you on about?” you spat again.

“I’ve been talking to the team about having you join us on missions instead of you being coped up in the tower by yourself when we leave for missions.” He stated, motioning to the targets once more. “I said I’d train you personally and you should be able to join the team in a few months. But I wanted to wait until I felt that you were ready. ”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I wanted to surprise you with the news, but you’ve been too persistent.” He shrugged, throwing you a pointed look. "Don't think I wasn't aware that you were snooping around asking the others about my plans."

“I’m sorry.” you apologized until he walked over and kissed your lips. Again, he motioned to the target.

“Get to shooting.”

#steve rogers x reader #Chris evans x reader

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heich0e · 2 years

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samu wearing glasses

note: damn... so true.

Osamu starts noticing that by the end of the night, after he's locked up the restaurant, sent the staff home, and sequestered himself away in his office to deal with the admin work that he loathes, that he has a funny pain behind his eyes. He ignores it for a while, blaming long hours and how much he hates bookkeeping (he really ought to hire someone else to do it, he's just been so busy), but after a couple of months it becomes too difficult to ignore.

His doctor tells him the news like it's no big deal. Like a simple eye exam didn't prove to be the first time in Osamu's life that some part of his body failed him; had started to show wear with age (if you ignore the grey hairs he's been strategically plucking every few weeks since the restaurant opened). He's only twenty-eight! Less than three decades old and his doctor is telling him he needs glasses.

He refuses to wear them at first, but the headaches just keep getting worse--starting earlier in the day, and lasting later--and finally he has no choice but to start putting on the little pair of frames he keeps tucked in the back of one of his desk drawers (lest Tsumu ever be snooping and uncover them, and Osamu subsequently never live it down.)

He gets used to them after a while, and doesn't feel quite the same degree of resentment each time he finds himself slipping them on, but he's still resolved never to let anyone know he needs them.

"Miya-san do you have--"

Osamu's head snaps up towards his office door, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose at the sudden movement. You falter where you stand in his doorway, fist raised like it was poised to knock, and tilt your head curiously.

"--glasses?"

Both of you blink at each other in surprise.

Quickly, Osamu pulls his glasses off his face, tossing them aside haplessly on his messy desk as heat creeps up his neck. He didn't realize anyone was still here, certain that everyone had gone home, but yet here you are.

You of all people.

Just his luck.

You clear your throat.

"Uh, sorry, I meant... I just came looking to see if... You have glasses?" you seem to abandon whatever you'd been trying to ask of him after two unsuccessful attempts, shaking your head a little after you finally pose the question that is evidently at the forefront of your mind.

Osamu sucks a little breath of air in through his teeth, contemplates lying, and then nods.

"Yep."

"Since when?" you ask him, still fidgeting in his doorway. You've got your coat on and your bag over your shoulder, meaning you had either been on your way out for the night or had come back to see him for some reason. Osamu wills himself not to focus on how distracting it is when you nibble on the inside of your cheek nervously.

You're his employee. And a damn good one at that. You haven't been serving at Onigiri Miya for very long (three months, two weeks, and nine days--not that Osamu is counting) but you're bright and personable, quick on your feet, don't take shit from snotty customers, and don't completely hate him when he begs you to work a split because someone called off.

The fact that he's very attracted to you is something Osamu has vowed never to act on; valuing what you bring to the restaurant more than the carnal voice in the back of his mind that threatens to lead him into the territory of unprofessionalism. He's your boss, and regardless of how cute you look in the Onigiri Miya uniform, he's willing to leave it at that.

Osamu huffs out a little laugh, scratching behind his ear. "Five months 'er so."

You gape.

"How have I never seen you wearing them?" you ask him, bewildered. "Do you normally wear contacts?"

"Nah." Osamu shakes his head, realizing belatedly he'd taken off his ball-cap and likely had some god-awful hat hair on full display. He quickly ruffles a hand through the short dark strands in hopes it helps. "Just don't wear 'em much."

"That's bad for your eyes, y'know," you say, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the floor. "Can actually make your eyesight worse if you're not wearing them when you need them."

Osamu blinks.

"Really?" he asks, half-skeptical and half in fear.

You nod. "My uncle is an optometrist."

He groans, realizing he's probably been doing more harm than good by not wearing his glasses save for in the privacy of his office.

"Well, thanks fer the info," he says with a little laugh, reaching for his discarded glasses and slipping them back onto his face. He looks up at you from his desk chair, cradling his cheek in his palm as he leans his elbow on his arm rest. "Is there any other reason ya came to my office at eleven o'clock at night? Or just to share the good news about my failin' eyes?"

You laugh a little bit yourself, your nose scrunching up. "I actually came back to ask for a copy of my timesheet from last week. I meant to do it before I left, but I knew you'd probably still be here so..."

Osamu looks around the mess of papers on his desk, shuffling some stuff around until he finds what he's looking for. He holds it out to you, and you take it with an appreciative dip of your head.

"I also figured it'd be good to come back and tell you to try not to stay so late," you say, eyes flickering around the chaos on his work surface (he really, really hates bookkeeping.) "But judging by the scene in front of you I'd say you're gonna be here for a while."

"You'd be right," Osamu laughs, though he does recognize it's at his own expense.

"Well..."--you take a little step back towards his doorway, having shifted closer to him at some point that Osamu can't recall--"...I guess I should head home."

"One of us oughta get a good night's sleep," he agrees, waving you off.

"The couch down in the staff room is surprisingly good for napping," you offer, hitching your bag a little further up your shoulder.

Osamu knows that, actually. He sleeps there at least one night per week. He didn't know you knew that though, and the thought that the two of you had been sleeping in the same spot makes another wave of heat rush up to his face.

"Thanks," he says, dipping his head.

"G'night, Miya-san."

"I told ya to call me Samu. Osamu if ya really can't stomach being familiar with me," he urges you, for what must be the thousandth time since you started working for him.

"Okay," you concede with a smile. "Goodnight, Osamu-san."

It's not exactly what he had in mind, but it works for now.

He offers you a little wave as you step through the doorway, ready to turn his attention back to his mortal nemesis (i.e. the papers on his desk), when you pause.

"Don't feel embarassed about them," you say, your voice soft.

He looks at you curiously, and you point up towards your own face--twirling your finger in a circle around your eye.

"The glasses," you explain, noticing his perplexed expression, "they look good on you."

Osamu feels a palpable knock of his heart against his ribs at the genuine smile you offer him, waving one last time before you slip away down the hall out of sight.

It takes him a full five minutes to collect his thoughts after you leave--his fingers shoved up under the frames of his glasses to press against his aching eyes.

He slumps back in his seat once he finally manages to calm the racing beat of his heart, and slides the bridge of his glasses back up his nose from where he'd knocked them askew.

Maybe glasses weren't so bad after all.

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5. December

Part Five to Every Little Thing! CW: Oral sex (fem receiving), references to underage sex

“What are you doing?” Nugent questioned, looking over the middle console as Gator angrily huffed again. He glanced towards him, shaking his head as he continued to fumble with his phone.

“Trying to figure this fucking thing out,” Gator mumbled as he tapped messily on his phone, “Do you have an instagram?” He asked curiously, wondering if Nugent could give him a helping hand. In all honesty, Gator hardly ever used his phone. This all felt like it was over his head.

“A what?” Nugent had his eyebrows scrunched together, an amused look plastered over his features. Gator quickly shook his head, scoffing at the way Nugent was clearly making fun of him.

“Never mind,” Gator grumbled as he continued to fumble with his phone, wondering why she couldn’t just use her Facebook like everyone else, “She’s doing it to fuck with me anyways.” He spoke truthfully, knowing that Daphne just had to make things difficult for him. He had laid awake last night, searching and wondering for why she would’ve just ran off on him.

She could pretend like it was no big deal for as long as she wanted, but he knew that it was. He knew that he hadn’t been the only one that had been blindsided. He’d never seen her parents or her friends so worried before. It was in the heat of the moment, he was sure of it.

He had been just as confused, just as lost and worried as everyone else. The hurt eventually turned to bitterness when she slowly started to talk to everyone else but him. It was like she had run away from him and he didn’t even know what he’d done. He felt stupid, like he had missed out on something. He had once felt like he could read her mind, but she was unreadable now.

“Daphne?” Nugent asked, “You still have a thing for her?” Nugent did his best to sound as casual as possible, but Gator was quickly able to read the meaning underneath his tone. He was snooping for answers, the same way everyone else did. He pressed his vape up to his lips, taking a deep inhale to relax the way his nerves were rattling around in his body.

“I never had a thing for her.” He said at last, feeling a fresh wave of bitterness washing over him. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings for Daphne. He chewed on his bottom lip, pretending like he wasn’t creating a whole Instagram account just so he could look at her pictures.

“Okay,” Nugent snorted, “I’ll just pretend you didn’t spend the last three years moping around about her.” Gator felt his lips part in disbelief, knowing that he hadn’t acted that terribly.

“Shut up,” Gator huffed as he shook his head, “She just disappeared. I was hurt, she was supposed to be my best friend.” He mumbled as he wiggled a little further into his seat, feeling like he was being put on the spot again.

“Just friends,” Nugent nodded his head slowly, “Right.” He looked out the window, shaking his head in disagreement. Gator brought his vape back up to his lips as he contemplated on his own words.

Just friends didn’t feel very right to him either. He kept quiet, not mentioning how he’d already had his best outfit set out and was planning on getting Daphne her favorite flowers and candy. He couldn’t do it yet, not when Nugent was bearing such a smug grin on his lips.

“She’s getting married,” Gator mumbled, still trying to figure out how to get the confirmation email from Instagram, “We are just friends.” He said at last, like he needed to remind himself of the same thing. At one point he was so sure that she would never return, only to be surprised with her arrival. He wished his feelings would’ve been happy. He was upset. He couldn’t believe she’d brought back someone else, acting like they were nothing.

“Maybe now,” Nugent goaded, “It doesn’t mean she can’t change her mind.” Gator rolled his eyes, wishing that it would be that easy.

He felt like he was searching too deep into her life as he slowly flicked through the photos, breathing in her familiar smile and kindness in her eyes. He enjoyed the photos of her face, rather than the ones that she posted of food and nature. His cheeks had burned at one picture of her at the beach, her skin contemplating nicely against the bikini she was wearing. It brought him back to the picture she’d sent him, how he was sure he’d exhausted his dick with the many times he’d jerked off to it since she’d sent it.

He wondered if he ever thought about her, but quickly shook that thought away. He was sure that he was the last thing she’d remembered.

As if to answer his own question, he was suddenly greeted by a picture of her and Hugh. He wrinkled his eyebrows together, sure that it had been the first one that he’d seen since he started scrolling through her photos. He thought it was slightly peculiar that they never seemed to be fully touching, just sitting near one another like they were close acquaintances.

He’d done his best to start fulfilling Bruce’s wish, but it was hard. Hugh seemed to be clean. Even on his social media it was bare, rather than the posts that he’d make about his art. Gator was slightly bewildered, finding no special traces of fondness in Hugh’s posts about Daphne. For being a supposed happy couple, they had little to no evidence about it.

He knocked, holding the screen door open as he waited. His hands suddenly felt too clammy as he rolled the watermelon flavor around his tongue one last time. He pushed the door open once he heard the loud come in shout from inside.

“Hey,” Gator introduced himself awkwardly, his boots tapping loudly against the floor as he entered the crowded living room, “I’m here to pick Daphne up.” He said, feeling a little awkward as she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t out. Hugh sat near Noelle, listening to whatever she was currently bitching about.

“You’re taking Daphne out?” Oliver’s eyebrows knitted tightly together as he turned towards Gator, a look of disbelief on his features. He spoke with an accusatory tone, like Gator was planning on doing something else with her.

“I uh,” He paused for a moment, “Figured I could take her out to catch up. It’s been a while.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to act as stoic as possible. He’d always wondered if Oliver knew about them

“I’ll go get her,” Ruby smiled as she stood. She went out of the way to walk around the couch and give Gator’s arm a soft squeeze, “I’m glad you’re both speaking again.” She said wistfully before she walked away. She’d always felt like a second mother to Gator, really the only one he’d ever really known. She turned up to all of his school events, no matter how big or small, like he was one of her own.

“She didn’t say anything about you taking her out.” Oliver approached him, his blue eyes narrowing as he stood in front of Gator. They stood at the same height, although Oliver was more skin and bones than anything.

It had been a long time since Gator and Oliver had actually gotten along. They’d never really interacted as kids, as more than once Gator was sure that Oliver had been jealous and acted out because he thought Gator was trying to steal his sister. It only turned worse once Daphne actually left, then he completely pinned the blame on Gator. Gator had always been worried that it was the truth. He hoped not, prayed that he hadn’t been the reason that Daphne had ran off.

“Maybe it’s none of your business,” Gator grinned as he looked towards him, enjoying the irritation that spread over Oliver’s features, “Or maybe you’d prefer if I took someone else out?” Oliver’s face went red, his lips parting as he took a quick step back.

Daphne bounded down the steps before Oliver could snip off a reply. She gave Gator a shy wave, her eyes glimmering as she glanced at him for only a second before turning away. He admired her knee length, flowy dress that seemed to float like she did.

“Okay,” Daphne smiled as she leaned over Hugh, her smile bright and wide as she looked at him sweetly, “I’ll text you when I get there.” She reassured before she slowly bent forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Gator felt himself turning away, unable to watch the motions carry through.

“You two have fun,” Ruby said cheerily as she gave Daphne’s shoulder a soft squeeze, “I’ll wait up for you.” She added a second later, acting like they were still kids. Gator placed his hands in his pockets, thinking about how nervous he’d been when he had taken her to their first junior high dance.

“Make sure daddy knows I won’t be out too late.” Daphne nodded her head quickly as she pulled a white crocheted purse over her shoulder. She approached slowly, her green heels tapping against the floor as she glanced towards him. She bit down on her pink lip, looking at him for just a second before turning her eyes away shyly.

“I’ll let him know,” Ruby nodded her head as she glanced down the hallway, “He’s been busy lately.” She said softly, like she couldn’t understand what he would be working on. Gator shifted, tapping his shoes together as he wondered how she’d been so oblivious to everything that her husband did.

“Alright,” Daphne nodded as she gave them another wave, “I’ll see you soon.” She bid her goodbyes again, taking gentle steps in front of Gator as she did her best to avoid bumping into him. He glanced back one last time, noticing that Hugh’s attention was back to whatever Noelle was showing him on her phone.

“Did he have issues with you going?” He asked as soon as the screen door slammed shut behind them. It was a silly question, as he already knew the answer to that. Hugh looked as if he couldn’t be bothered to care about where she went.

“No,” Daphne said softly, “He trusts me.” She said, glancing back at him as he pulled the vape up towards his lips again. He inhaled deeply as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hm.” He blew out the cloud of smoke towards her, chuckling as she pursed her lips and swatted at the cloud of smoke. He enjoyed the way her features wrinkled up in annoyance.

“We’re not doing anything,” She told him pointedly, “We’re just eating together. As friends.” She said slowly, as if she had to remind him what they were. He pulled the car door open for her as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” Gator grinned as he took her hand, guiding her into the car, “Just friends.” He said softly, like he was promising her. He stared at the way her hand fit into his, how sparks raced up his arm from where their bodies touched.

“Flowers?” She turned towards him curiously, looking at the objects that rested on the middle console. He cursed underneath his breath as he rushed around the front of the car to climb inside.

“I’ve bought you flowers before,” He responded quickly, hoping that she wouldn’t think too much into it. He didn’t want to scare her off, not when he’d just gotten her back, “Doesn’t your boy buy you flowers?” He teased her, trying to bring the heat off of himself. She was silent for a moment as she ran her fingertips over the petals.

“They’re pretty,” She said at last, smiling softly as she held them on her lap, “Thank you.” She nodded her head quickly, dropping her eyes towards the flowers as she slowly spun them in between her fingers.

Gator fell into silence, wondering how Hugh wasn’t buying the prettiest girl out there flowers everyday. He shook his head, wondering why she had settled for someone like that guy as made the long descent into town.

“Has anything interesting happened to you lately?” She asked softly, speaking over the music that was bustling on his radio as she finally raised her eyes up to look towards him again. He glanced towards her, enjoying the way the setting sun danced against her features.

“I’m a deputy.” He said simply, unsure if there was anything else to add. Everything here had been the same. He didn’t have any fancy trips or eventful stories to share with her. The only thing interesting that had happened to him was that she had up and left.

“I saw that,” She grinned towards him, “No surprise there. You always wanted to play cops and robbers.” She replied as she turned a bit in her seat to face him. He looked at her for a moment too long, thinking that she was far more interesting than whatever was on the road in front of them.

“You were a pretty shitty robber.” He told her in response, wrinkling his nose up as he dropped one hand to his lap. He pressed his fingertips into his skin, doing whatever he could to keep from reaching out and touching her.

“You were like twice my size,” She laughed, the sound carrying better than any melody he’d ever heard, “I did what I could.” She defended herself softly, exhaling like she was slowly relaxing with him. It was still a mystery to him how they spent so much time together and three years had put a wedge between them.

They fell into small talk, with him mostly asking the questions so he could continue to listen to her lilting voice. Her pleasant stories only confused him, making him wonder how she had been alright when he’d felt like he had a giant hole in his chest since she’d been gone.

“I still wonder why they decided on that shade of green,” Daphne spoke out loud, looking out the window as Gator pulled into the Mexican restaurant. He nodded his head, looking at the lime paint that contrasted with the bricks that raced up the side of the building, “It is pretty though.”

“If you say so,” He nodded his head in agreement as he did his best to beat her to her side of the door, “Wait.” He stopped her before she could wiggle out of the door. He leaned forward, reaching over her slowly to pull a peony out. His chin lightly brushed against her shoulder as he inhaled softly, lingering on the fruity taste of her perfume.

Her eyes were wide when he slowly pulled away, her lips parted as he snapped the majority of the peony stem away so he could place it behind her ear. He moved her red strands around it, framing her heart shaped face. He felt her eyes on him the whole time, like she was analyzing him as he let his eyes drift across her freckles across her cheeks. They had spread onto her forehead and her chin, telling him that she’d been in the sun a lot the past few days.

“Better?” She asked softly, her trembling like she was nervous. He let his fingertips drag slowly down the curve of her neck, soaking in the last sensations of her skin against his own. He nodded his head as he took a step back, allowing her to pull her own self out of the car.

He tried to find something to say, something to interest her as they waited to get seated. He had a hard time finding words, like his throat was too dry as her shoulder continually brushed against his own as they waited. He had a feeling he’d need more than a shot to get through the night.

“Is that Dana?” She spoke up, drawing his attention away from how he was analyzing her features. He chewed on his bottom lip, feeling his cheeks burning in worry that he’d been caught drooling over her.

“Yeah,” Gator said, scratching at the side of his nose as he glanced over towards the booth she was staring at, “Has three kids now. Different baby daddies, ya know, people say that’s why her mama had a heart attack.” He told her seriously, thinking of the different stories that had spread around. He winced, catching one of her many toddlers eyes just as they began to wail.

“Gator.” Daphne said in disbelief, although he could read the amusement on her features as she choked down her own laugh. He grinned in response.

“I suppose you’ll be having kids soon,” He chewed on his bottom lip as he spoke, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “After you’re married of course.” Daphne glanced towards him, the corner of her lips twitching in acknowledgement before she turned away from him. He observed her for a moment, trying to confirm his suspicions.

He didn’t get a chance to question it as they were soon swept up by their waitress. He did his best to keep his eyes straightforward, but felt them drop a few times as he watched the familiar way her hips swayed.

She scooted into the booth, crossing her arms over the table as she sent the waitress a kind smile. He thought that she blended in nicely with the last of the orange and red that was bursting from the disappearing sun. She was just as warm.

“Are you still with Abigail?” Daphne asked curiously as she took a giant swig from her water. He followed suit a second later, feeling slightly off guard at her question.

“What?” He looked at her curiously, knitting his eyebrows together before he realized what she was speaking of, “No. That was nothing. I think we went on one date.” He brushed her question off as his eyes skimmed over the alcoholic drinks the restaurant had supplied.

“I thought you really liked her?” Daphne said slowly, her darker eyebrows knitting together in confusion as she slowly drew her question out. He watched the way her lips moved, always fascinated with how kissable they looked. Gator debated for a quick second, wondering if he should point out how Daphne had just been jealous at the time. She had denied it, but he knew it was true.

“No,” He said at last, “Although, my dad does have a list of women he thinks I should marry. None of them are his number one choice, but she seems to be taken now.” He suggested, hoping that she would get the hint.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing it’s just what your dad thinks and not what you think.” He opened his mouth to protest, about to tell her that he had the same opinion as Roy when he oddly fell silent. He didn’t want to put his cards down, to reveal how he really felt when she was obviously happier with someone else.

The waitress saved him, bustling over to take their order before he could simmer in his disappointment. Daphne didn’t seem to notice, still wearing a casual grin like nothing was wrong. He wondered if she was really that oblivious or if she just truly never felt anything for him.

“Did you get anything fancy like this in France?” He teased her once their table was set and they’d been munching on chips and salsa. She

“There was nothing that tasted like this,” She confirmed as she sipped on her margarita, her features knitting up from the strong alcohol, “Geez.” She shook her head for a moment, looking a little disgruntled as she set it back down.

“You didn’t drink over there?” He asked her curiously, leaning over the table to take the glass from her hands and have his own sip. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, watching the easy way the alcohol traveled past his lips before she took her glass back.

“Hugh likes wine,” She confirmed as she nodded her head, “Don’t really like the taste of that either.” She admitted as she pulled the straw back to her lips. She made another face before she took a sip of her Sprite to chase the taste down.

“Whiskey is better,” He told her truthfully, “You should order something with rum.” He suggested softly, knowing that had been her drink of choice back when he used to sneak them alcohol. Although he liked when she drank tequila better, it always made her more frisky.

“You’d have to carry me back inside if I started doing that.” She laughed softly as she brought another chip up to her mouth. He thought about it for a moment, wondering how angry Oliver would be if he saw Gator doing that.

“I wouldn’t mind tucking you in again.” He teased her softly, moving his fork over so he could scoop up a piece of her shrimp as she watched him curiously.

“Just because you’re treating me to dinner doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered softly, looking like she was trying to make sure they were on the same page. He parted his lips, mocking a hurt expression as he brought her food up to his lips.

“What kinda man do you think I am?” He grinned at her, “I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I am.” He told her as he stretched his legs out, letting one of his shoes rest between her feet.

“You are not a gentleman.” She giggled softly, like it was funny as she took another large gulp from her cup. He watched her in amusement.

“I am so,” He continued to grin as he looked up at her, “Should I remind you of all the nice things I’ve done for you?” He asked a bit more huskily, enjoying the way her face flushed as she lightly kicked her shoe against his.

“I think I need another drink,” She quickly changed the topic, grinning as she pushed the empty glass towards him, “And since you’re buying…” She trailed off, shooting him a dopey smile to bounce around his question. He chewed on his bottom lip, knowing he’d have a hard time denying her what she wanted.

“So,” Gator drew out a while later, once their table was cleared and Daphne was working on finishing her fourth drink, “Are you going to tell me why you left or just keep me in the dark?” He was leaning against the wall, his legs outstretched across the booth as she looked towards him in surprise. He wondered if she’d be more likely to spill the truth now that she had alcohol in her system.

“I just think you should already know why I left,” She shrugged her shoulders as she wiped the rest of her drink from her lips, “I guess it doesn’t matter if you don’t remember.” She said at last, glancing away like she didn’t want to speak of it anymore. He pursed his lips, having a feeling he knew what she was speaking of. He had snooped around enough to know what it could be, but certain things no longer made sense.

“Daphne-,”

“Are you ready?” She asked quickly, her eyes flashing over towards him before she brought her thumb up to her lips. He watched for a moment, noticing how she’d never gotten over chewing on her nails when she got nervous.

“Yeah,” He agreed with her before he slowly scooted out of his seat. He felt frustrated, wishing she’d just give him a clear answer. She giggled as she stood, slightly wobbling before she wrapped her hands around his arm, “You gonna make it there?” He teased her, trying to slide back into the comfortable setting with her again.

“Of course,” She nodded her head quickly before she began to giggle again, holding onto him for support as they headed towards the door, “You paid didn’t you?” She questioned him quickly, looking alarmed as they stopped in the middle of the walkway.

“Already covered,” He told her truthfully as he held out the receipt, “You’re an expensive date.” He told her teasingly, liking the way her blue eyes perked up.

“Daphne,” They tore their gazes away from one another, landing onto the elderly woman that had approached them. Judith had been their music teacher in high school and Daphne certainly had a better reputation with her than he did, “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Oh hi,” Daphne greeted happily, her eyes slightly squinted as she grinned from ear to ear, “Yeah about two weeks ago, I believe. It’s been nice.” She nodded her head, leaning a little closer to him as he felt her wobble again.

“When did you pop the question?” Judith asked, a smile plastered on her lips despite the unimpressed look she shot Gator. He paused, his cheeks reddening as he realized she was referring to him.

“Oh,” Gator paused, his eyebrows raising high on his forehead as he felt shocked for a moment, “Oh no, I didn’t propose. She’s marrying someone else.” He said quickly, passing the attention over to Daphne as quickly as he could.

“You two aren’t getting married?” She looked at them in surprise, “Are you joking?” They both fell silent for a moment. He licked the inside of his mouth, hiding the awkward laugh that was forming in his chest.

“Uh, nope,” Daphne paused, straightening herself up as she adjusted her fingers around his arm. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his grin that was threatening to form, “Just friends.” She said at last, nodding her head as she glanced towards him. He was sure that they looked anything but friends with her wrapped up against him and her ring gleaming against the bright lights.

“Oh,” Judith said slowly, looking like she was stopping herself from saying something else, “Well it was nice seeing you.” She said at last, dismissing the conversation as Daphne seemed to sober up within a second. She nodded her head in agreement, before dropping her hand from his bicep.

“I wish people would stop saying that,” She spoke up awkwardly as they walked out. He pulled his vape from his pocket, looking over at her curiously, “I mean it’s just like they expect us to do it.”

“Because they did,” He laughed as he pulled the door open for her, “How does what’s his name feel about it?” He asked, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t interested at all. She drew her eyes up towards him slowly as she settled back into her seat.

“Hugh,” She reminded him gently, “He hasn’t said much about it.” She replied after he crossed the distance in front of the car and pulled himself into the driver’s seat. He tried not to grumble, still unsure of what this guy's issue aws.

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked gruffly as he pulled his seatbelt over his waist. Sure, he’d found it embarrassing as a kid but that was then. He didn’t think it was so embarrassing anymore.

“Nothing,” She shook her head quickly, “Just awkward.” She shrugged her shoulders softly as she rubbed at her elbow, drawing her attention out the window.

He drove her back in silence, wondering if it was that big of a deal for people to think that they were together. He tried to remind himself that it likely had nothing to do with him, just that she was marrying another now.

He pulled into her driveway, feeling like the ride went a lot faster than it should’ve. He didn’t want her to leave yet. She lingered in her seat, slowly unstrapping her seatbelt as she stared forward at her house. He looked at her curiously, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

“Twenty minutes.” She said, staring forward at the house for another second before she turned to face him. He looked at her curiously, cocking an eyebrow as he tried to make sense of her statement.

“What?” He laughed softly, watching the way she leaned a little closer to him. He felt his heart beginning to race, thumping against his ribcage as she leaned forward to whisper to him.

“Give me twenty minutes and then sneak up through my window,” She giggled softly, her cheeks still burning, “Like you used to do.” She mumbled softly as she traced her nails across the tattoo on his arm. He blinked for a moment, surprised at her words.

“I thought you weren’t going to sleep with me tonight.” He replied slyly, feeling a little cocky that she had been the first one to break. She drew her eyes up towards him slowly, sending him a challenging look.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to,” She replied breezily, “Maybe I just want to see more of you.” She shrugged her shoulders softly as she slowly brought her fingers up the curve of his shoulder. He felt goosebumps forming as he nodded his head.

“Uh huh,” He mumbled softly, enjoying the look in her eyes as she brought her finger up against his chin, “Keep your window open.” He told her softly, enjoying the way her eyes lingered against his lips. He felt his pulse quicken as she leaned a little closer, like she was going to kiss him.

She giggled again, pressing her thumb against his bottom lip before she was scurrying out of the car. She opened the door again, sending him a bashful smile as she picked up her flowers this time. His eyes traveled down the way her top exposed her cleavage.

He shifted, reversing his car back just enough to stay hidden from anyone that might come outside. He shut the engine off next, shifting uncomfortable in his seat as he felt his pants growing tighter as he waited in anticipation.

He tripped over his own feet as he slid from the car awkwardly, moving as fast as he could as soon as the twenty minutes were up. He took the same path that he used to all those years ago when he’d sneak up into her room, his heart thumping at the thought of seeing her again.

He cursed to himself as he stumbled through the backyard, forgetting how dark they kept it out here. He winced, pausing before he sneaked past the window to the guest room. He gripped a hold of the trellise that rested against the side of the house. It creaked underneath his weight as he pushed himself up, reaching blindly for the next support as he climbed up the side of the house.

He was a bit shaky, but his body was still too accustomed to the motions to fully forget the route he took up to her room. She had the only room on the third floor, it was slightly smaller but she had liked it better than sharing a room with Noelle.

He was out of breath by the time that he crawled through the window, his palms sore and forehead sweaty. He rested on his back, taking in a deep breath before Daphne crawled over him, her hair framing his head as she grinned down towards him.

“You gonna make it?” She teased him, her eyes full of amusement as she pushed his strands of hair back into place. He felt his eyes fluttering shut for a second, enjoying how her fingers felt against her scalp.

“Mhm,” He nodded his head as he brought his palm up against the side of her hip, “It’s been a while.” He told her truthfully. He hadn’t stepped foot in her room since she’d been gone, and had hated to even come to her house while knowing that she was gone.

He rolled her over, gently knocking her onto her back as he kicked her legs further apart. She giggled, shifting a bit so she was sitting up on her elbows to look at him better. He dragged his eyes across her reddened cheeks, leaning forward just enough so that their noses were brushing together.

“Tell me,” He spoke up softly, “What do you want with me then?” He asked her huskily, enjoying the smell of mint that rolled off of her tongue. Her eyes gleamed as she watched him, her eyes meeting his as he drank in the familiar look.

“I want you,” She breathed out hotly, squirming a little bit as she nudged her nose against his, “I want all of you.” She added softly, her tone as sweet as honey as she pressed their foreheads together. He felt a grin forming on his lips.

He sat back on his knees, ignoring her soft protest before he began to tug her pajama top up over her head. She wiggled with his rough movements, pushing her hair out of her face before he moved down to her pajama pants and underwear.

“Cute,” He grinned as he lightly brushed his fingertips across the black panties that were decorated with sloths wearing space suits. They were random, just like her, “You uh, really know how to reel a guy in.” He teased her as he pulled the material down her legs.

“I wasn’t dressing to impress,” She mumbled, turning her face away as her cheeks burned, “That’s so embarrassing.” He chuckled softly, his mind swaying as he fully took in the image of her. It had been so long since he’d had her fully naked like this, since he’d been able to fully admire her.

He traced over her curves, admiring the small mole that was just slightly above her belly button to the right. He had a matching one, right dab in the same spot. He touched it gently, confirming that she was real before he moved his hands up to her perky tits. She shivered underneath his touch, gasping softly as he brushed his fingertips across her pink nipples.

He leaned over her, pressing his knees up against her backside so her legs were spread further apart. He pressed his lips against hers slowly, agonizingly slow just so he could savor the way her lips dragged against his own.

He cupped her chin, pressing his thumb down against her skin as he slowly deepened the kiss. His heart was racing, his cock throbbing as she lightly lifted her hips up to meet against his bulge. He groaned against her lips, thinking of how nice it would be to feel her cunt stretching around his cock.

“S’pretty,” He spit out roughly, pulling away for just a moment to lick at her puckered lips, “You want me to lick your pussy?” He asked her pointedly as he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, enjoying the way she shivered underneath him. She was always more sensitive on her right side.

“Yeah,” She whined softly, still rutting her hips up against his, “I need to feel you so bad.” She mumbles as she lightly wrapped her legs around his waist. She hooked her ankles around him, keeping him in position as she tried to press against him harder. He gripped her hips with one hand, keeping her body still as he pressed her roughly against the floor.

“Remember when we were kids,” Gator drew in softly as he breathed out warmly against the crook of her neck, “And you used to let me fuck your thighs. You always got so wet, didn’t even need anything.” He felt his own cock throbbing at the memories, feeling like he’d take anything as long as he got to feel her.

“Long time ago,” She breathed out softly, her blue eyes filled with lust as she stared up towards him, “You always treated me so good.” She mumbled as she moved her hands up to his shoulders, giving him a desperate look of need.

He moved his hands underneath her lower spine, holding onto her as he roughly pulled the two of them up into the air. She giggled softly, then squealed when he tossed her onto the bed. She grinned as she wiggled up towards the pillows that remained on her bed.

“You have to be quiet,” She warned him, pressing her finger against his lips as he crawled over towards her again, “You’ll get us both in trouble.” She mumbled, resting her head back against the pillow as he slowly licked up the curve of her finger.

“I’m not the loud one,” He reminded her as he got her into the position he desired. He ran his hands up and down her soft thighs, noticing the areas where her freckles ended and began again. He pressed her legs apart, pushing her knees up towards her chest as she brought her thumb up towards her lips.

He leaned forward, spitting messily against her cunt that was glimmering with her slick. He felt his cock aching, desperately wanting to free himself and rub his tip between her pretty pink folds. He drew his hand down slowly, earning a soft hum from her as he slowly massaged his spit into her.

He teased her, rolling his spit around her clit before he finally allowed himself to touch her there. She spasmed, her body jerking underneath him as she sat up again. She had her eyebrows wrinkled together in frustration, looking like she wanted to take control of his actions.

“Please,” She begged softly, “I need to feel you.” She nodded her head as she spoke, looking like she was doing whatever she could to convince him. He slowly moved his way down onto the mattress, laying down as he cupped her thighs in his hands.

“Missed the taste of you,” He mumbled softly, closing his eyes for a brief second as he inhaled the scent of her, “Missed all of you.” He whispered even softer, not really caring if she heard that part or not. He leaned forward, taking a broad swipe as her folds as a soft cry left her lips.

He rolled the taste of her around on his tongue, stifling his own moan before he dove back in. He pressed his tongue slowly against her folds, licking them softly before he puckered his lips around them. She gasped softly, her hand resting against the back of his head as he took his time absorbing the taste of her.

He moved up to her clit next, eager to hear her moan just a little louder as he began to circle his tongue around the sensitive bud. He stared up at her, briefly meeting her eyes before she shut them in awe. He pressed his hips against the mattress, groaning as he admired the way her features wrinkled in pleasure.

He moved back down the curve of her cunt, tracing his tongue around her fluttering hole. She slowly pressed her fingertips through his hair, lightly tugging as he slid his tongue inside of her needy cunt.

He licked her urgently, with fervor as she pressed her hips up against him. She tasted better than anything he’d ever had before, felt even better as she slowly began to grind her pussy against his tongue. He enjoyed the feeling of her folds pressing against his top lip, the way her slick was coating the tip of his nose.

“Gator,” She moaned softly, the sound ringing in his ears like the prettiest melody as she slowly rocked her hips up against his tongue, “Right there.” She begged softly, rolling her hips up to meet the languid movements of his tongue.

He curled his tongue inside of her cunt, enjoying the soft velvety feeling of her walls clenching around his tongue. He slowly drew one hand up the curve of her body, squeezing one of her tits in his palm as she continued to mewl underneath him.

The further he slid his tongue inside of her, the more he buried his lips and nose against her cunt. He was rocking his own hips down against her soft sheets, groaning against her pussy as the pleasure raced up his spine. He pinched at her hardened nipple, licking urgently as she pressed her hips up closer to his face.

“Oh, oh,” She squealed softly, her thighs pressed against his ears as she squeezed her legs against his head, “Oh my.” She whined, her hips stalling as she came undone underneath him.

It was messy. Her slick was spread across his nose and upper lip, then drenched across his chin as it dripped back onto her sheets. He ran his tongue across her wet folds again, inhaling the sweet taste of her cunt against his mouth.

“Gator,” She squirmed underneath him, messily pulling at his gelled hair as he continued to flick his tongue across her swollen clit, “Jesus. Oh God.” She prayed, her body twitching as he licked away the rest of her sweetness from her pussy.

“You have such a dirty little mouth,” He grinned as he pulled away from her cunt, licking away her slick from the corner of his lips, “What would your daddy say?” He teased her, his cock throbbing to get some sort of action. He wanted to hear her call him daddy, to have her drooling into her pillows as he dragged his cock inside of her.

“You’re the worst,” She gaped, her eyes falling open wide again, “Mhm, s’nice.” She giggled softly, hips fluttering as he spit into her cunt again. He gulped as he rubbed his saliva around her folds once again.

“I treat you good, don’t I?” He murmured as he pulled her up towards him. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, a dopey expression written across her features as she slowly nodded her head in agreement.

“Mhm,” She sighed dreamily as he turned her around, pressing her back flush against his torso, “What are you doing?” She questioned him, still sounding like she was in a trance as he teased his fingers across her clit.

“Do you finger yourself?” He mumbled against her ear, dipping his tongue out slowly to lick at her earlobe. She shivered against him, her eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pushed his finger further back against her hole. He sighed at how wet she felt, how she was dripping down her thighs.

“Sometimes,” She whispered shyly as she turned to face him, “But I already- Oh.” She sighed loudly, fluttering her eyes shut as he slowly pressed a finger inside of her. He groaned as he bit down on her shoulder and pressed his hips up against her soft flesh.

“So tight,” He mumbled as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her stuttering walls, “You feel so nice.” He told her seriously, missing the way he’d been able to touch her before. He wanted more of this, more of her.

“Mhm,” She hummed as she rolled her head back against his shoulder, slowly rocking her hips down onto his finger. He licked at her neck, making sure to avoid leaving any exposeable marks as he slid a second finger inside of her tight cunt, “Oh, Gator.” She breathed out roughly as she moved one arm behind his shoulder, holding him closer as she began to bounce herself on his fingers.

He pressed his lips against hers, stealing her breath from her lungs as he flicked his tongue inside of her mouth. He moved his tongue sloppily against hers as he curled his fingers deeper inside of her, searching for the spot that made her see stars.

She pulled away to whine freely into the air, her eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as she stared up at him. He licked at his lips, breaking the trail of spit that connected their lips. He sighed deeply, rocking his hips against her soft ass.

“You’re a dirty whore,” He whispered against her lips, groaning at the way she flicked her tongue out against his mouth, “Such a filthy little slut.” He criticized, groaning at the way her lips parted out into a moan. She nodded her head urgently as she squeezed her fingertips against the curve of his neck.

He sighed hotly against her neck, his nose brushing against her cheek as she continued to rut her hips down onto his fingers. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching for the sensation of her soft flesh to continue pressing back against him.

He rocked forward against her, slowly grinding his hard cock against her ass. She cried out, rocking herself backwards even harder as her walls clamped down around his fingers. He bit down on her shoulder again, feeling his eyes roll back as he released into his jeans.

“My God,” She whined, her thighs shaking as she came for the second time, “Jesus, Gator.” She whimpered, pushing back against his fingers harshly as her slick dripped down his digits. He huffed loudly against her skin, pressing his hips forward one last time as his cock crooned with want.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he kissed up the curve of her neck, keeping his fingers in place as he slowly scissored them against her walls, “You’re such a bad girl.” He teased her softly, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly removed his messy fingers and brought them up to his lips.

She exhaled, her eyes still wide as she stared at the way he licked his fingers clean. He savored the taste of her, once again fearing that this could be the last time he tasted her. He was like an addict and she was his favorite high. He couldn’t stay away from her, no matter how things had grown between them.

“Let me help you,” She giggled as she moved away, giving him a soft push as he dramatically fell against the pillows. She giggled tugging at his belt as he sheepishly gripped her wrists, “What?” She knitted her eyebrows together, looking at him confused.

“You already did,” He replied, feeling his cheeks burning a little bit as he gestured towards the now noticeable spot on his jeans, “Got a little excited.” He mumbled, pushing his hand through his hair to fix the messy strands.

“Oh?” She giggled as she settled between his legs, grinning as she twisted her ankles together in the air, “What are you, twelve?” She teased him as she slowly undid his zipper. He mumbled underneath his breath, feeling like that was a bit of an unfair comparison.

His breath caught in his throat, his mind growing fuzzy as she slowly pulled his soft cock from his boxers. He was still far too sensitive to get hard again so soon, but wished that he could as she slowly licked his spunk from her boxers.

“Dirty bitch,” He grinned, enjoying the lustful look that filled her eyes again, “Just can’t get enough of me, can ya?” He smirked, shivering as she continued to lick his mess away. She slowly pushed his cock back inside of his boxers, grinning as she crawled up towards him.

She shuffled along the pillows, curling up onto his side as if she fit into place perfectly against him. He traced his eyes over her soft features, hoping that she wouldn’t kick him out right away.

“There’s some green in your eyes,” She mused softly as she sat up a smidge, “Just a little bit. You have pretty eyes.” She complimented him dreamily as she traced her finger across his cheekbone.

“You’re the one with the blue ones,” He laughed softly as he wrinkled his eyebrows together, “They’re a much nicer color.” He told her seriously, feeling like hers looked like the prettiest sapphires.

“No,” She disagreed quickly, “Yours are warm. Kind of like home.” She replied softly, giving him a new sense of hope.

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