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[milfmatsu]

Season 2 Episode 12: Totoko & Nyaa parts 3 + 4

[bartxnhood]

talk fast | c.t.h

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you both agreed to no strings attached, right?

warnings: oh boy tons of drinking (sorry), smoking, language, brief mentions of sexual activity (nothing explicit), and sexual innuendos.

w/c: 13k

a/n: hi my loves !! this one is a long time coming, i’ve been working on this since september. i started school in november which put a halt on all of my writing, but now that i graduated expect more from me. :). to all of my calum lovers, this one’s for you. p.s: if this does as well as i hope it does, i may consider making this a series on wattpad.

a/n pt.2: shout out everyone who helped my write this. esp @valentiyne you guys are amazing. 🩷

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you weren't a stranger to relationships, and you'd had your fair share of them over the years. which you were aware that everyone else did, but you weren’t really serious about relationships. you didn't want to be with someone who didn't envision a future with you or who didn't share your goals.

your friends often told you that you should let loose and enjoy yourself, but that was not the life for you.

you had been in a very healthy relationship with someone you had known since college for the past few years. however, as time went, he became increasingly open about his needs for different things and eventually ended his relationship with you.

you went into a deep depression after the breakup, you didn't leave your apartment for weeks, you only showered maybe twice, and you couldn't remember the last time you ate anything other than instant noodles or ice cream.

what else could you do while you were wasting away? you had imagined spending the rest of your life with him, and now he’s gone.

your life seemed to change overnight.

while your friends and family around tried being there for you, you had pushed them so far away that they had just decided to give up on you. except, your best friend, olivia, finally dragged you out of your bed and forced you to shower so you could go out for the night with her.

“you need to get out, have fun, and forget about that jerk” she states, standing above you as she glides eyeliner on your eyes. “you’re hot, you’re fun, you have a great personality. i’m sure we can find you someone tonight!” she adds while finishing your makeup.

“olivia…” you sigh then look into the mirror, watching as your friend painted your face with a determined look in her eye. “no. we’re gonna have fun, we’re gonna party and get drunk. kay? you need this.” she grins, resting her head on your shoulder looking at you in the mirror. “now, go change into the outfit i brought you.”

"where are we going, anyway?" you ask, pulling at your skirt, which was riding up as you moved. you loved olivia, but some of her dress choices made you uncomfortable. "my brother got us into the pre-release party for the band five seconds of summer," she adds, gazing down at her phone for directions to the club, a hole in the wall on broadway. "what?!" you exclaim, your eyes widening. "how did he do that?" olivia laughs and clasps her arm around yours. "well, when you have a brother who manages a band, you kinda get vip treatment," she spoke with a grin. "plus, I told him how you've been feeling down, so he talked to the guys and they said it was fine," she chuckled softly, as the two of you continued your journey to the club.

the entry to the club was immediately visible due to the brilliant pink, purple, and red lights illuminating the street, as well as record posters in the windows. "this has to be it," olivia says as she opens the door for you, walking in after.

this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you should be excited, right? but you couldn't shake the nagging guilt on the inside.

it’s okay to move on, right?

olivia leads you to the bar and orders a couple shots, "to your drop dead ex and a new beginning!" olivia cheers, toasting the glasses and the two of you downing the liquor.

you were about to start speaking when you were interrupted by olivia's brother, mark.

"it's been a long time, y/n!" he welcomes you with a shout. “how’s it going?” he asks, you see olivia roll her eyes and turn to her brother. “mark, we were having a conversation.” she states matter of a factly.

"i know, but I just wanted to introduce you to some of my buddies," the tall ginger says, stepping to the side and revealing four taller men. mark introduces them, "this is luke." he had blond curly hair, ocean blue eyes, and a white button-down shirt with the top button undone.

"michael," he said, his pink hair slicked to the side, a black snapback on, with a small wave of his hand in greeting. "ashton.” he had curly hair like luke, but it was fashioned in a 60’s greaser type of way, he smiled at you warmly, extending his hand for you to shake, the two of you nodding in acknowledgment of the other. "last- but not least, calum."

your gaze met his brown eyes, his chocolate curls resting just above his eyes as he looked you in the eyes. he was dressed in a white button-down shirt with black stripes that complemented his tanned and tattooed skin. he softly whispered "hi" as he squeezed his lips together in a smile. you smile back and nod. "hi.” calum's gaze lingers longer than he would have preferred, but he couldn't help himself. no way, not with you dressed like that. the way the black skirt clung to your hips and the dark blue halter top left nothing for the imagination

“guys this is my sister, olivia, and her friend, y/n.” mark says, pointing to the two of you, bringing calum out of his daydream. “nice to meet you guys” you say, offering a warm smile and they all nod to you. “are you staying for the show?” ashton inquired, olivia nods. “of course we are! wouldn’t miss it for a thing.” she gently nudges your arm, you laugh softly and nod.

"great, can't wait for you all to hear the album," ashton says, as the other three nod in agreement. "well, I have to get them backstage, but I'll see you later, okay?" mark replies, and you and olivia nod as the group disappears into the busy room.

as the show began, olivia tugged you closer to the stage, two rows back. the lights dimmed and you heard a huge cheer from the audience as the four boys you had just met took the stage.

your gaze was drawn to calum, who seemed engrossed with the music. how he made it appear so easy while looking so nice. you kept an eye on him for the majority of the night, but your mind was elsewhere.

you had found your way to the bar after the show had concluded; it was a terrific show, as expected, but seeing the band live was a weird experience, and you just couldn't enjoy yourself given your circumstances.

you found yourself reminiscing on your relationship during songs like "lie to me" and "why won't you love me," wondering whether you would have said something different or been more open to him. maybe you’d still be together.

you finish the drink you ordered and search the crowd for your best friend, but when you can't find her, you return your attention to the empty glass in front of you watching it being filled.

"was our stage set really that bad?" when you hear a voice, you quickly look up to find the person who is speaking. "i saw you, you seemed unhappy," calum adds, leaning on the bar. you shook your head and let out a breathless laugh. "no, it was actually very good," you say with a smile.

calum's gaze lingered, he leaned forward. "but? you were definitely not having a good time." you shrug and allow the bartender to refill your drink. "well, i got dumped not too long ago." "so", you trail off, messing with the glass in your hand.

"just not in the mood for a party, i guess," you shrug, and you hear calum hum. he switches his weight from one leg to the other. "actually, you looked pretty hot on stage," you cover your mouth and widen your eyes. "oh my goodness...i." you can't help but giggle, "i'm so sorry," you shake your head, and then gulp the last of the drink in the hopes that it will provide you with some liquid courage.

"you think I'm ‘pretty hot’?" he asks, his brow furrowed and his tongue protruding from the inside of his cheek. "no..i.." you sigh, removing some of your hair from your face. calum chuckles "no, no. you said it, you think I'm hot," he says in a teasing manner, crossing his arms with a quirked eyebrow.

calum would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive as well. he had been eyeing you all night and figured, why not have some fun?

“what are you doing after this?” he asks, stepping a tad closer to you. now, he was just a few inches from your side and you caught wind of his cologne. you look down at the empty glass again, wondering what you’d say. you knew what he meant, and you had never done anything of the sort.

“well that depends” you answer, looking up from the glass and letting your eyes meet his. “well, i was kinda hoping you’d want to leave here with me” calum suggests with a smirk. you smile, figuring you could let lose for one night. “sounds great.”

it was just one night..right?

your eyelids flutter open, and you immediately feel a piercing pain in your temple. you groan silently and look about until you realize you're not in your bedroom when you peek over your shoulder, you notice a figure.

he was facing you, on his side. his curls were brushed back, his lips were slightly parted, and his arm was resting on your waist.

"oh, shit.." you think as you sit up against his headboard, drawing the loose sheet closer to your chest. your mind is filled with images from the previous night. meeting him, and then their brief talk in the bar. you rubbed your temples, still reeling from what you'd done.

you had slept with calum hood.

you had to get out of there because you couldn't believe what you'd done. you were never the type to do something like that. you attempted to remove the sheet so you could hurry up and put on your clothes from the night before and go home. however, while you were doing so, calum's arm gently tugged on your waist. "stay.."

when you looked at him, his eyes were still closed. you didn't move, feeling frozen as your gaze landed on the arm that framed your waist. you couldnt lie, calum was very attractive.

eventually, you finally managed to break free from his touch, and you threw on your clothing while searching for your phone and handbag. you discreetly opened and closed the door, making your way through the house to the front entrance.

you come to a halt as you pick up your shoes, pondering whether or not to leave your phone number for him. but you tell yourself that you'll never see him again, opening the door and walking out.

you order a lift home and finally check at your phone's alerts. olivia left almost twenty messages and made thirty phone calls. you tell her you're okay and on your way home.

you opened your front door to find olivia racing towards you. "where the hell were you?!" she exclaims, her eyes wide open. you hush her with a "shh," dropping your shoes beside the door. "i texted and called you!" "i know, i know," you remark as you pass by her to your room. "you can't just leave like that!" she exclaims as she follows you.

"olivia.." you sigh and stand in your bathroom, removing the last of your makeup from the night before. "i'm sorry okay, i was drunk and he was right there in front of me." "who?" she asks as she leans against the doorway. "calum.."

there was radio silence for a split second before you glanced to olivia, who erupted. "you slept with calum hood!?!" she exclaims, lunging for your arm. "calum hood?!? the one from five seconds of summer?" you closed your eyes, your head still throbbing, and her ranting only made matters worse. "okay, yes? i was drunk, and he came up to me for a moment...and the following thing led to another..."

"you slept with calum!!!" the ginger laughs as she claps her hands and softly jumps up and down. "oh my god!! my y/n is getting some!" you groan, throwing away the makeup wipe while moving past her. "oh, god. ew!" you exclaim as you enter your bedroom in quest of your pajamas. "tell me everything!" she says as she sits on your bed. "uh..no.." you say as you begin to change.

"just...leave it, im not going to see him again," you say as you brush your hair after changing. "what?! didn't you leave your phone number or something?" "no, olivia, it was just one night," you shake your head. i don't plan to see him again, okay?" you reinstate by placing the brush on the dresser. "ugh, you're no fun!"

"you should be happy about this, you're one step closer to moving on from your asshole ex-boyfriend!" exclaims olivia. you take a step out of your bedroom, looking over your shoulder at your ginger friend. you smile sadly, "i don't think I'll ever be able to get over him."

"we are going to be late!" olivia yells as she tugs you out of bed. "i don't want to go," you protest, but the ginger pushes you into the bathroom. "get yourself ready and meet me outside, okay?" she smiles and goes away.

you sighed as you stood in front of your mirror and went about your business. wash your face, then apply skincare, makeup, hair, and finally your clothes. this consisted of a cropped white shirt, a black skirt, and boots. for the nightlife scene, this was your typical go-to.

you grab a leather jacket and your money on your way out the door to meet with olivia. “great, you're done!" she grins and grabs your arm. "and looking as hot as ever," you sigh, "i wear this every time we go out, olivia. this isn't anything new." you explain, and the two of you start walking up to the bar. "yes, but being single looks good on you... you look happier." she beams. you shrug and continue going, laughing as you say, "whatever you say."

you two arrived at the bar, which was already quite crowded with people you knew, and said your 'hi's and 'hello's' as you walked through the crowd to reach your normal friend group. this was a birthday party for one of your mutual friends; you were invited because you knew a few people there, but you didn't intend to stay long. after only a few drinks, you were dipping.

"hey, i'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" you ask olivia, who was in the midst of a conversation. "um, no, i'm good for now," the redhead responds softly. you nod and turn around, headed for the bar.

you take a seat on a bar stool and order your usual, then pull out your phone and scroll for a few minutes as you wait for your drink.

"fancy seeing you here," you hear from behind you. when you turn around, a familiar face greets you.

calum hood.

you gaze at him for a time, blinking slowly, wondering why the hell he was at this party in the first place. how did he know your friend group?

"what? like what you see?" he laughs and walks up to the stool next to you. you discreetly giggle, rolling your eyes as you notice your drink in front of you. "you're full of yourself, calum," you say as you sip your drink. "well, you weren't thinking that when you were in my bed a few nights ago, were you?" he says, lifting his eyebrows as he speaks, attempting to elicit a reaction from you.

"oh god.." you mutter. calum follows you as you push yourself off the stool and onto the club floor. "come on, I was joking." when you hear his remarks, you shake your head and spin around to tell him off, but you freeze when you realize how close he is.

calum gazed back at you, his chocolate eyes piercing into yours. the way his wavy hair fell just above his eyes. you couldn't think straight when he was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt that emphasized his muscles- or how nice he looked in those black plaid pants.

calum hood was fine, and he knew it.

"you're a jerk," you reply, eventually jerking out of your daydream. as he steps closer, you can smell the tequila dripping from his breath. "oh yeah?" you say, nodding, "yeah." "well, you won't be saying that when you're in my bed again."

as you stare into his eyes, your grasp on your cup tightens. you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"fuck you."

he takes pleasure in your reply and leans in, his face right up against yours, whispering, "maybe later, sweets." then calum walks away, leaving you on the dance floor.

you find yourself back with olivia and your group of friends, scarfing down the drink knowing you needed to be intoxicated for the night ahead of you.

"i saw that," she says, as the two of you sway to the music. "what?" you inquire, attempting to appear clueless. "calum hood, hitting on you!!" she rolls her eyes. she giggles and pokes at your side. "no, it was nothing," you promise, moving her arm away. "whatever you say," she sings.

while you were on the dance floor with your friends, you were pretty intoxicated, and you knew he was watching you. you tried to ignore the sense of his eyes burning holes in the back of your skull. he observed your hips swaying to the music and the way your hair layed against your skin. It was driving him crazy.

flashes of you in his bed, your skin gleaming with sweat, the softness of your lips against his, or the touch of your nails on his back that sent thrills down his spine.

normally, he would never return to someone with whom he had a one-night encounter, but he couldn't get enough of you. he hasn't stopped thinking about you since that night.

you'd had enough of his glances and decided it was time to face him.

"stop" you say as you approach him. he blinks and asks, "what?." you sigh and roll your eyes. "i know you're staring, stop it." calum laughs and sets his drink on the bar. "i don't know what you're talking about, pretty." you sigh and rub your temples. "don't act innocent, i saw you." you say. he shrugs and leans forward. "oh, I'll show you innocent"

"calum, we can't do this," you say, looking him in the eyes. “It was only once." you say, as if attempting to persuade yourself. "oh, yeah?" you cross your arms and nod. "because it seems you don't believe that." calum retorts, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

as he moves in closer, you catch the scent of his cologne combined with the booze on his breath, which sends a shudder down your spine. you see flashes of his figure hanging over you from a few nights before. you couldn't possibly lie to yourself because you think about it every day.

"i know you want me.. i see the way you look at me," he continues. "come on, let's have some fun." his thumb was tracing circles on the fabric of your skirt.

you look into his eyes, your stomach flipping. you didn't want to give in, you didn't want to become someone you weren't. but that was calum fucking hood, and you couldn't resist him when he looked at you like that. "fuck it," you state.

you gaze at the sleeping figure beside you, his breathing calm and steady. you couldn't help but feel bad, so you told yourself you wouldn't hook up with him again. you told yourself you'd never see him again. he was a celebrity, and you were just a city dweller who happened to get caught up with him.

you lie there for a moment, admiring calum. how could someone look so lovely while sleeping? you yank the covers off your legs and frantically dress to leave him yet again.

you collect your shoes at the exit, stand for a moment debating whether or not to leave your number, but you decide not to because this is the last time you'll see him…

right?

from that night forward, you felt like the universe was messing with you because calum appeared to be at every party, club, or bar you went to. he'd approach you as if nothing was going to happen, as if he was teasing you in some way- but it always happened.

those nights, you'd always end up in his bed, never yours.

you couldn't help yourself; no matter how hard you tried to pretend you despised him, you couldn't keep the mask up because you always caved and went home with him.

it became a habit; you'd go out with friends or by yourself, secretly hoping calum would appear in some way.

some nights, you weren't even there to drink, just to be there.

it was the same thing every time: you'd pretend to despise him because a small part of you wanted a serious relationship yet couldn't get enough of him. he made you feel alive. your ex never made you feel that way. the only person who ever made you feel *loved* was calum. you both knew it was only for fun, but it made you wonder if it might ever turn into anything more. you were always silently wishing you had left your phone number all those times, wondering if he would have called or texted you.

plus, you were aware that your friends, particularly olivia, were becoming suspicious. you had recovered quickly from your split following that first night with calum. she knew you’d leave with him at those gatherings but she didn’t stop it because you seemed to be doing better and you were a lot happier.

so far, calum was treating you right. at least, when the two of you were hooking up. so she never made any effort to stop what was happening.

for what felt like the hundredth time, you were back in his bed. instead of looking at him, you've turned your gaze to the ceiling. you know you should leave because it's about noon and you need to get home because you have plans with olivia later that day. you groan, running your hands over your face before getting out of bed and hunting for your clothing, all scattered along the floor.

"since you obviously don't want to stay," he spoke suddenly, causing you to pause in the middle of putting your shirt back on. calum raises up to rest on his elbows as your head spins around. "how about we just agree that this is a no-strings-attached situation," he suggested. you finish putting on your shirt and take your place at the foot of the bed. "calum.." you sigh,rubbing your eyes.

"y/n, just listen and consider it. we can keep doing what we're doing without making any commitments."

you stare at him, his hair was messy, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and you couldn't help but admire his physique. you lean down to grab your shorts, responding while you did so, "i'll think about it," before throwing on the rest of your clothes and leaving his bedroom. as you close the door behind you, you hear him sigh.

your hand was on the doorknob as you stood at the door, but you stopped yourself from opening it. you hated yourself as you reached into your bag for a pen and a random scrap of paper to jot down your phone number. you retrace your steps and leave it on his kitchen island. then you disappear from his home once again.

you unlock your apartment door and walk in, closing it behind you. you enter the kitchen, putting your bag on the counter and grabbing a water bottle.

"where have you been?" you jump out of your skin when you see olivia behind the refrigerator door. "what the hell, olivia!" you exclaim, nearly spilling the bottle. she's standing with her arms crossed with an intense stare. "did you hook up with him again?"

you move out of the kitchen and into your room, closing the fridge. "no, I don't know who you're talking about." you respond, but olivia isn't having it. "stop lying. you were with him last night and the nights before." "so?" you grumble.

"so?!", she exclaimed, you can't tell if she's really mad at you or just acting this way, she repeats. "you're having an fling with a celebrity! you have a habit of hooking up with him. surely something has to be there." she follows you to your room, standing in your doorway as she questions you.

"it's nothing, olivia. we just happen to be at the same location at the same time. okay?" you explain while looking for some clothes to change into.

"i call bullshit. you were never like this, until you met him." she continues, making you sigh. "it's just a distraction, okay?"

"I just...I don't know," you shrug, unable to express your feelings. "i'll meet you later, okay?" you turn away from her.

"actually…i have a date tonight," olivia confessed. "im sorry, but i'll have to cancel." she frowned. "that's fine," you say sympathetically over your shoulder. “have fun, and please text me when you get home, okay?" olivia nods, singing, "i will, love you hot stuff" she passes by you to leave your shared apartment.

you're sitting on your sofa with a container of leftover takeout from a few nights ago after freshening up. olivia had somehow gotten you hooked on a cringe-worthy television show.

you were already two seasons in and couldn't recall a single episode. calum had made your memory fuzzy. you couldn't get him off your mind. you remained curious about what he was doing when you left. did he think of you the way you thought of him? did he ever wonder what you did when he wasn't there? though you convinced yourself you were just being delusional.

…right?

calum glances at the scrap of paper on his kitchen counter, his fingers tapping near his phone, unsure whether to wait to message you. calum was well aware that what he was doing was probably not wise. because, after all, hooking up with you was just for fun, right? so why was it so difficult for him not to think about you? why were you so difficult for him to forget? it was just intended to be once, but now calum thinks about you whenever he gets the chance.

calum sighs, picks up his phone, and starts punching in your phone number. he has no idea what he's doing, but he doesn't stop himself from sending you a message.

- ‘hey, it’s calum’

you're standing in the kitchen right now, washing your hands, when your phone dings. your heart sunk as you looked over and said the message. you swiftly withdraw your hands from the sink, grab a towel, and dry them.

you take out your phone and read his message. You stare at it for a moment, unable to believe he actually messaged you.

-‘hey’

you respond as you stroll over to your sofa and sit on the cushions. you weren't anticipating anything from him because he'd practically established that the two of you were only in it for the fun of it and that was it. no strings attached. you don't hear from him again for the time being.

you're disappointed, but you return your focus to the television, hoping to forget about the singer on your mind.

you haven't heard from olivia in hours; she should've been home by now, but you guess she went to the guy's place she was seeing.

you get up from the sofa and grab your phone; all of your anxiety fades as you open your phone to calums' contact information and call him.

It rang several times before he answered. “hello?”

“hey, calum sorry if i’m bothering you”

“no, you’re good. what’s up?”

“i was just wondering if uh…if you’d want to hang out?”

"what do you have in mind?"

you laugh, "not like that"

you can hear him laugh in amusement, “sorry- yeah, sure. there’s actually this party tonight and i wasn’t going to go since i didn’t have anyone to go with. would you be down for that?”

you pause for a moment, picking at your fingers. “sure! that sounds great” you answer.

“nice, i’ll send you the address to ashton’s place and i’ll meet you there. see you tonight, sweets.”

you arrive at ashton's house, sitting in your car for a few minutes as you ran your options through your head. ‘was this a smart decision? were you planning to do this?’ you groan, taking your phone, and bag then exiting the car, heels clicking as you approached the entrance.

when you opened the door, you were greeted by the smell of alcohol and loud music. you stroll past the crowd near the entryway and start looking for the person you came here to see.

you notice him in the kitchen with his bandmates, he noticed you as well. with a tiny smile on his lips, he motions you over to the group.

"hey," you speak softly now that you're standing close to him. "hi," he greets, unconsciously placing his hand on the small of your back. "guys, i'm not sure if you remember, but this is y/n," he reminds before re-introducing you to the rest of the band.

"are you mark's sister's friend?" michael interjects, you nod. "yeah! i was the one in the blue top that night," you smile, everyone nods in acknowledgment. "well, i'm glad you could make it, if you need anything just let me know." "thank you," you nod nervously, then glance up to calum.

he offers to take you around and introduce you to some people to make you feel more at ease.

"i'm going to get something to drink, you want anything?" you make the offer to calum, who is seated on the sofa, he responds with a simple, "sure." you nod, heading to the kitchen by yourself, leaving calum with his buddies.

"how long have you two been together?" someone seated next to calum asked, he turns to see it was ashton's girlfriend. "oh, no- we aren't together." he responds, but her reply is unexpected. "are you serious?" she asks, calum nods. "no way," she whispered, astonished as she takes a sip from the crimson solo cup. "what?" calum questions.

"there's no way you two aren't together," she says again, "the way you look at her. i'm not sure what the two of you are up to, but you should figure it out," she concludes, chuckling. calum simply stares at her, her attention drawing elsewhere.

he thought about what she said the entire time you were gone. did he actually act that way? did he treat you as though you were his girlfriend? did he look at you in a way that suggested you two were dating? no… you two were just hooking up. nothing else.

he had no idea you were back until you spoke up. "here.." you offer, handing him the drink. calum looks up takes the drink you offered, "thank you sweetheart" "anytime, sugar" you chuckle and go for a seat, but all of them are taken… okay, so you would just stand up for the time being. when calum notices this, he reaches for your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. you look down at him, confused, “what are you doing?” he looks up at you with those eyes.

those big brown eyes that made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. calum looked at you like you were the only girl in the universe.

at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“i’m not just gonna let you stand there.” he answered with a cheeky smile.

people started to leave after a few hours. you were still sitting on calum's lap as everyone else congregated in the living room, talking about whatever and playing drinking games.

you get up from the calum's lap, leaving your drink behind to walk to the restroom down the hall. you approach and knock, hearing someone in there. you stand a few steps away from the door and pull out your phone to pass the time.

after a few minutes, calum finds you. leaning his arms against the wall, effectively caging you between his arms as he stands in front of you. "whatcha doing?" he demands, boxing you in and staring at you. "I'm waiting for the bathroom," you say, glancing up at him.

"you know..." calum pauses, coming in closer. "my house isn't too far from here, and i have a bathroom..so..you can just use it there," you sneer at his offer, "how convenient.." you respond, just above a whisper.

you push yourself off the wall and past calum, leaving him speechless. "where are you going?" he asks, his arms at his sides. "your place. you coming or not?" you grin as you peer over your shoulder.

calum chuckles quietly as he approaches you and wraps his arm around your waist. he was nearly dragging you to the door. "sorry guys, we have to run!" he grabs your bag, carrying it for you before dashing out the door with you.

the others could only chuckle to themselves and smile knowingly as the two of you dashed away.

you're back in his bed, and you know it before you open your eyes. the smell of his bedsheets let you know you were back. the warm vanilla smell invaded your nostrils as you stretched and opened your eyes to find yourself staring at a familiar ceiling. you check over your shoulder for calum's sleeping figure, but he's not there.

you carefully sit up, bringing the sheet along to cover your chest and rubbing your eyes with your other hand. only then do you spew calum standing at the doorway wearing only basketball shorts. "good morning, princess," he says, and you groan, feeling a headache coming on. "i'm making breakfast if you want to stay," he says before walking out the door. you sigh as you get out of his bed and seek for your clothes before leaving his room for the kitchen.

you notice pancakes and fruit on a plate waiting for you. as he stands and consumes his food, you take a seat at the kitchen island. It's quiet for a few minutes before he speaks up.

"so i was thinking.." calum begins. you raise your head to look at him. "i know we said no strings attached but what if we expand the deal?" you lift your brows, confused as to what he was on about. "what do you mean?" you inquire. "at parties, we could be each other's automatic plus one. that way, we won't have to worry about who we go home with." you look up at him, then down at your plate, shifting some of the food about.

"i don't know, calum." you let out a sigh. you want to say yes, and you want to be around him at all times- but you just can’t confess it. "i'm just tired of being ditched by the guys at events, and i wouldn't mind if you were the one to fill that spot," you gaze up, your eyes meeting his. "okay...i'm down," you nod, and calum smiles. "great."

you continue eating as silence fills the room, you don’t really know how to keep a conversation with him since you two only hung out at parties. “when’s your birthday?” he asks. you chuckle, “what happened to no strings attached?” you ask, taking a drink of your water. “well, we can be friends with benefits. friends can know things about each other” he rebuttals. you look at him, finally caving. “y/bd” you answer, calum nods. “that’s coming up” you shrug, “its a couple months. what about you?”

“january 25th” he answers. “happy belated birthday” you reply and he laughs. “so you do have a heart.” you rolls your eyes, “oh whatever.” you can’t help but crack a smile.

calum admires you, how you still manage to look beautiful even in the makeup from the night prior and your hair is a mess. calum wants to be your friend, he wants to know stuff about you other than how you are in bed. he looks down at his plate, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking of you as anything for than his fuck buddy.

“what’s something you’ve always wanted to do?”

you think for a moment, your free hand is now supporting the weight of your chin. “hmm..i’ve always wanted like a big birthday bash.” you answer, “but i just never had the opportunity or people to go with” you add. he nodded, making a mental note.

———

calum proceeds to ask you out every other night, claiming that he doesn't want to be alone. of course, you went, but it simply muddled your sentiments for him. because he made it apparent that you were just friends.

so what was it about him holding your hand at parties that got you so worked up? or when he'd hold your back as you walked through a crowd of people. you'd have to convince yourself to stop staring at him for so long before anyone noticed.

you opted to see someone else on the side in the hopes of sorting out your feelings because the only reason you had feelings for calum was because he was the only person you had been seeing this much, right? furthermore, calum had made it obvious that there were no strings attached.

"hello?" you answer the phone as you go inside your apartment after getting home from work. "hey! "I'm sorry if i'm bothering you," calum says over the phone. "no, i just got home from work. you're fine!”

“how are you?" you ask, placing your keys on the table.

"i was just wondering if you're free tonight?" he inquires. you sigh and open your refrigerator to see if you have any snacks. "um, actually i was going out with a friend tonight…" you speak, and on the other end you hear him sigh, "okay! if your plans fall through, let me know." you smile to yourself, "of course," and it gets silent for a bit as the two of you are at a loss for words, "well, i'll let you get ready then..." "alright...bye..." you say as you pull the phone away from your ear and finish the call.

calum sighs as he tosses his phone to the opposite end of the sofa and rests his head back. he knows that he should not be disappointed; you have your own life, and calum was only a little part of it, just as he had his own life but knowing he wouldn't be able to see you tonight hurt. so, instead of moping about, he decided to ask his bandmates if they wanted to hang out for the night.

however, the night was uneventful; luke had met a girl, michael was conversing with someone, and calum was left alone with ashton.

"isn't that the girl you're seeing?" ashton says unexpectedly, motioning towards you at the bar. calum looks over his shoulder and sees you talking with a guy.

calum is hurt, but he turns around and shrugs as he faces ashton. "we're not seeing each other, i don't like her like that," ashton chuckles as he sips his drink, "sure you don't," calum moans, "mate, cmon.."

“you’re lying to yourself, mate. maybe you don't say you like her, but your eyes say everything." ashton spoke, calum knew it was true. he did like you, but he was unsure if you even considered him more than someone just to hook up with. you had been giving him mixed signals, because one night you were all about him but the next day you wanted nothing to do with him.

calum peers over his shoulder once more, this time observing that the guy that was now touching you, his hand on your leg, inching higher and higher. calum considers ashton's words and walks away from the table he was at towards you.

the way he felt was enough confirmation for his feelings for you. he wanted to be more than just a friend you sleep with. he wants to the be the person you come to during your darkest times, he wants to know your favorite songs, he wants to know your favorite movies, food, candy, animal, he wants to be your person.

“so when were you going to introduce me to your friend?” your head whips around to find calum standing behind the bar stool you sat at. “calum?” you blink before turning back to your date who had now removed his hand from your thigh. “you know him?” the man questions, eyeing calum.

“uh…he’s just my-“ calum cuts you off, “boyfriend” he finishes for you. your eyes go wide looking at calum again, you were about to open your mouth but calum beat you to it. “and we should be heading back now” he reaches for your waist, grabbing your purse and escorting you out of the bar.

"what the hell!?" you yell outside the bar, shoving him away from you. "you can't do that, calum! we're not exclusive, we are not dating; we're just friends who occasionally hook up" you hear calum chuckle and it sends you over the edge.

you huff and begin to walk away, but calum follows you and drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"youre mine and i don't share"

"where are you taking me?" calum walks next to you, instinctively leading you to his car. "home," he says, unlocking his car door and allowing you to enter before closing it and walking to the driver's side.

within a few minutes, you realize he's heading in the opposite way. "calum this isn't the way to to my place" you're saying. "I know," he replies, looking over at you. "i never said which home"

‘get ready, im coming over’

calum takes out his phone. he thinks nothing of the message you just sent him, presuming you're coming over to visit him. however, when you came and kept honking the car horn for him to come outside he was a bit thrown off.

when calum walks outside, he puts his phone and wallet in his pocket while walking over to your car. as you roll down your window, he leans in. "get in, we're going shopping," you say, music still playing and a smile on your face.

"why exactly do you need me for this?" calum inquires, his brow furrowed. you reply, "well considering you'll be the one taking it off i figured you might want to help me pick out something" while grinning. despite his flushed cheeks, calum takes a step back, unlocks the car door, and hops inside.

you took calum to the mall and modeled for nearly two hours while looking for the right outfit for your birthday. it had been two hours of no success until one of the last stores you visited had this leather skirt you had been eyeing for a while.

calum couldn't take his eyes off of your body when you emerged from the dressing room. both the halter top you chose and the skirt perfectly complemented one other. you drawled, "sooo?" hoping for a positive response. he answers right away, "yes." when you looked down at yourself, he speaks up again. “that’s the one, you have to get it.” and you couldn't help but laugh. you nod and examine yourself in the mirror before returning to the dressing room to change into your clothing so you could check out.

you happen to pass a leather jacket on your way to the register. and it just so happens to go well with the skirt. additionally, you observe that calum is examining it longer than anything else you have so added in the store. you made the choice to pick it up, do your best to estimate his size, and continue moving forward to pay.

on the way back to your place you pick up takeout since it was getting late in the evening and you both were starving.

when the two of your arrive home, you get comfortable on the sofa and begin picking out a movie while calum is in the kitchen sorting out the food before bringing it all into the living room. you picked out a movie and the two of you eat in peace, enjoying each others company.

afterwards, you had started cleaning up all the empty containers and throwing it away with the help of calum.

“will you put the skirt on again? i forgot what it looks like” calums asks and you laughed, looking over your shoulder. “seriously?” he nods. you pause for a moment before rolling your eyes and sigh, “fine.”

you walk out of your bedroom in the skirt but you hid something behind your back, looking a bit shy. which was unusual because you never acted like this around calum, so he knew something was up. “y/n, what’s behind your back?” he asks in a teasing tone and you begin walking towards him slowly. “okay, so, don’t be mad but i may have picked you up something too..”

she grins bringing the jacket from behind her and handing it towards him.

“i—y/n/n please tell me you didn’t buy this leather jacket for me” you take a few steps forward. “i’ve never heard you say please before. this is new.” you say, smirking. calums rolls his eyes but he can’t help but smile and you continue, “but yes i did. i saw you eyeing it so i grabbed it”

he tries to hide his smile. “well go on, put it on” you help him into the jacket and it’s then when he notices. “did you get this so we could match?” he says laughing. “no i absolutely did not! i just wanted to do something nice for you” he quickly responds “you didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting more clothes sweetheart. taking some off would’ve had the same effect” he chuckles. you playfully hit his chest and say “you’re insufferable.” you look away but then looks back smiling.

“but yeah maybe i wanted us to match a little bit. sue me” he grabs your waist and pulls your closer, you feel his thumb drawing circles on your exposed skin and it sends shivers down your spine. “well i certainly appreciate the thought, sweets. now we just need an occasion to show up everyone” calum teases, leaning in. his lips only inches from yours, you feel your cheeks warm up. “calum..” you warn but he continues to close the space between the two of you. “it’s just one kiss..”

you hate your birthday, it was the one day of the year you always found yourself to be the most miserable despite having people who loved you around. you still felt so unhappy.

“y/n, are you ready? you can’t be late to your own party!” olivia calls out from the living room. you exit your bedroom, meeting her in the room. “i’m ready, im ready” you say, throwing your bag on your shoulder. “y/n..” you hear olivia sigh, she takes a few steps towards you and puts her hands on your shoulder.

“lighten up. i know you hate your birthday but this year im not

letting you be miserable. kay?” she gently shakes you enough for you to crack a smile and nod, “good” she says, linking her arm with yours.

“now let’s go before people think you bailed your own birthday party.”

the two of you arrive to the same club where you had first met calum yet this time, the atmosphere was different.

no purple, pink, or red lights. no promotional posters in the windows. instead, you see white paper decorations and warm fairy lights.

you enter the bar in front of olivia and hear a loud uproar of people cheering as you did and some people even popping confetti. you couldn’t help but laugh as you walked through the crowd, seeing all of your close friends standing around celebrating you.

olivia was also giddy, knowing she had planned this whole thing along with calum.

“you guys didn’t have to do this!” you said over the music after you saw the cake sitting in the middle of the room, you’re beaming with joy. for the first time in a long time you were excited to be celebrating your birthday.

you spent time greeting people and thanking them.

some of these people you haven’t seen in years and it made you feel like things were finally getting better.

just as you were about to catch up with some old friends, the lights dimmed and you heard some light strumming from the nearby stage.

you look over seeing four familiar figures underneath the red stage lights.

“hello everyone,” luke begins, adjusting the mic. “if you all don’t know, we are five seconds of summer” the crowd roars at the name drop and some people are playfully hitting your shoulder not knowing your tied with the band.

“we just wanted to say we are truly honored to be back at the place we showcased our recent album, and of course to celebrate the birthday girls special day.” .

“so, happy birthday, y/n. we hope you have a wonderful year.” luke beamed.

the set was at least forty-five minutes long, they had played mostly their new stuff off the youngblood album but dropped in a few older songs.

you were over the moon.

to say you had five seconds of summer perform at your birthday party? that’s huge.

you never thought you’d end up in this position.

to say you had personal connections to people as big as calum, or even the whole band for that matter.

tonight was a night you’d definitely never forget.

standing outside the club, you watch the people inside dance and get lost in each other. the whole scene was almost melancholy- the way everyone was there to celebrate you. the night was near ending and you felt so cramped in there, you thought you'd spend the last few hours of your birthday catching your breath.

"hey you" calum voice interrupts your thoughts, a cigarette between his fingers as he watches you from a close enough distance. you furrow your brows, "didn't know you smoked"

he quickly flicks it to the floor, stepping on it a few times before picking up the trash.

"Is it a turn off?"

"no no i just didn't know" you shrug and look back up at the sky, "i don't think i know anything about you aside from you're good in bed and you like whiskey" he chuckles now, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on your waist.

"well, ask me anything you want"

you watch as he looks away for a moment, searching for the perfect question.

"if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

your eyes don't leave the sky as you think, long and hard about the question. "i’d love to see paris... it's been my dream since i was a child."

you could feel his hands loosen from your waist, he steps infront of you and stared down at your face with a smile. It's almost like he's thinking of what to do or what to say next.

“paris?” he repeats.

you nod, tilting your head to the side, studying him. "what about you?"

calum had now completely removed his arm from your waist as he leans down to rest his elbows on the metal railing.

“considering i’ve toured around the world, ive been to plenty of amazing places” he says, looking back to see if you were looking at him.

“i don’t have just one, too many places, not enough time to explore” he answered.

you nod, looking away towards the city. the nightlife in downtown los angeles was a lot lively than normal.

probably because your birthday fell on a friday this year, so all of the bars were jam packed and faint music flooded the streets.

you inhale, about to say something as your turn your attention back towards the brunette.

“y/n! cmon!” olivia grabs your wrist pulling you inside and away from calum, towards the large cake so you could blow out the candles.

“come on birthday girl, make a wish!” olivia cheers along with everyone standing around. you laugh, “okay okay!”. you blow out the candles and everyone begins to cheer. olivia hugs your side and giggles, “what did you wish for?” she asks. you grin petting her head, “if i tell you it won’t come true, will it?” your eyes flicker between calum and olivia as you speak.

you hear olivia groan in annoyance. someone amongst the crowd, you guess ashton, you could recognize that arm anywhere, points to the cake and says, "birthday girl gets first pick!"

you finally see his figure merge from behind someone with a plastic plate and knife. "what piece does my girl want?" ashton continues.

you examine the cake once more and point to a corner piece smothered in the purple icing with a kiddish like grin on your face. ashton's nods and begins to cut you a piece.

as it nears the end of the night and the bar slowly begins to empty out, you've found yourself at the bar watching everyone says their goodbye and share a hug with you before leaving the building.

the music was faintly playing now, compared to when you had arrived eariler.

solo cups trashed the floor, paper plates and napkins scattered the bar table. you look down at the glass setting in front of you as you swirl around the liquid contents. you didn’t even notice calum approaching.

“how was your birthday?” he hums, sitting next to you.

“good” you smile, resting your head on your hand. “tonight was good. you did great on stage.”

“yeah?” calum raises his eyebrows, you see a playful smirk forming on his lips. “mhm, very rockstar.”

calum laughs at your comment and then the two of you fall silent, watching as some people begin cleaning up the mess.

“can i talk to you?” calum questions, turning his focus back to you.

you nod, “yeah, of course”

“in private.” he adds.

you raise your eyebrows , wondering what he needs to say that he can’t in front of your friends.

“sure”

calum takes your hand and leads you towards the back door, which you had no idea was back here.

when he opens it, you see a patio with a string of fairy lights surrounding the area.

“you’re going to think i was stalking you or something, but this just happened by chance. i swear.” calum stands you in front of him as he reaches in his back pocket and hands you a plane ticket.

“we’ll be in paris on the first leg of our tour and i had an extra ticket.” he stated. you look up at him wide eyed, then do a double take to make sure you were seeing it right. “calum..what? i…i just i can’t just-“

“i want you there.” he adds.

“i want you in paris with me, hell- i want you on the whole tour with me. please, take it” he offers it to you again, making you take it.

“oh my god” you mutter, looking down at the ticket now in your hand.

“the flight is in two days, i know it’s hella last minute but i figured its now or never” calum speaks softly.

you’re still at a loss for words, your body working faster than your mind as your wrap your arms around calums figure. “thank you so much” you say into his shoulder.

“anytime” he hums, hugging you back.

“cmon cal! we gotta head back.” michael can be heard from the bar.

the australian pulls away and offers a warm smile, “see you in paris..” he says and walks off. “bye..”

you’re quick to whip your phone out and text olivia before heading back to your apartment partment

“youll never believe what just happened”

“is this a good or bad thing”

“uhh good? i think? i hope so”

“well dont leave me in the dark what happened”

“calum gave me a ticket to paris” “WHAT, Y/N THATS HUGE. are you gonna go”

“i mean, id feel bad if i didnt. i hate how easy it is for me to like him.”

“we’re so having a debriefing when you get home.”

the plane ride was long and tiresome, eleven hours of being so uncomfortable in the seats and having someone next to you who had no regard for personal space. plus, you just hated planes in general.

but once the plane landed, you felt a wave of relief and soon enough you were off the plane and navigating your way through the foreign airport.

once you get to baggage claim you wait for your luggage and once you have it, you begin looking around for a familiar person.

you round a corner and finally see the one you had been searching for. “there’s my pretty girl” calum says, as his eyes lands on you as he makes his way towards you.

“i look awful calum” you laugh as his arms wrap around you tightly. “no such thing” he says into your hair before pulling away. “how was the flight?” he adds, taking your luggage from your hand then linking his free hand with yours while leading you out of the airport.

“long” you laugh tiredly, as you watch him load your bags into the back of the car.

the uber back to the hotel that calum was staying at was nice, being able to see nice scenery before you’d sleep for the next twelve hours.

the plan was, you’d sleep for as long as you could until calums show tomorrow, then hopefully, you’d be well rested and enjoy his concert and have a few days in the city to spend with him.

still only as friends..right?

while you start unpacking, calum was helping. “when are you going to sleep?” he asks, taking your now empty suitcase and putting it next to his as you were folding and putting the clothes in the dresser. “probably when i get done here.” you say closing the drawer to the dresser.

“no, you’re not” calum says, causing you to stop and turn to him. “what?” you blurt, harsher than you wanted. “what do you mean ‘no’”.

“i mean no because i’m taking you out tonight.” “calum” you try to interject but he doesn’t let you. “were going out tonight, no ands, ifs,or buts. kay?” he says, walking towards you. “and be sure to wear that skirt, you look good in it.” he whispers into your ear.

“what skirt?” you ask, trying to act oblivious.

calum scoffs a little, “you know the one.”

you finish swiping the last bit of mascara onto your lashes and close the tube, then check yourself in the mirror once more wanting to make sure you outfit was good enough.

“you done?” you hear calum voice ring the hotel room into the bathroom. “yeah!” you yell back and grab your lipstick, touching up your lips before throwing it and a gloss in your bag and exit the bathroom .

“you look great” calum grins, walking towards you. his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. you grin, taking notice just how good he looks in leather jacket. “so do you, mr.rockstar.” “yeah?” he smiles, you nod. “yeah. you ready?” you ask. “yep let me get my wallet”

the night was nearing an end, you walked down the street next to calum, luke and sierra followed behind the two of you. calum had taken you all over the city, to nice cafes, his favorite spots from the last time he visited, and a museum. it was truly a wonderful day in the city of love.

the four of your turn a corner and suddenly you’re shocked by the bright dazzling lights of the eiffel tower.

you’re starstruck, you must’ve stopped in your tracks became calum looks back at you, “you comin’?” he grins, holding out his hand for you to take.

you felt like a kid in a candy store as you approached the structure. it felt like something out of a dream. you weren’t sure why you loved the idea of being in paris, but you were here now. standing in front of the famous landmark in the world, it was so beautiful you could cry.

“wow..” you speak breathlessly. the twinkling lights reflected in your eyes, the way it stood out against the dark sky, it felt like the most magical thing you had ever seen.

you’re quick to take your phone out and snap a couple pictures, not wanting to forget this moment. it would be something you would talk about forever.

“hey y/n-“ sierra taps your shoulder. your spin around and face the girl, “mm?”

“care to take a pic of me and luke?”

“sure!” you take the phone from sierra as the couple poses in front of the sight. “i’ll take a couple so pose however you want” you smile and begin snapping pictures of the two.

luke and sierra were a good couple, they complimented each other very well. and from what you’ve seen of sierra she was a good friend and good girlfriend to luke.

“check those, make sure you like them” you hand the phone back to sierra so she can check them.

“perfect! thank you so much!” sierra beams looking at the photos then up at you.

“do you want some with calum?” she asks.

you look over at calum who was already looking at you. “um, sure!” you hand your phone to sierra.

you and calum stand next to each other and let sierra snap a couple pictures together. luke is standing behind sierra watching as she makes sure to get all the angles.

“beautiful!” she exclaims with a wide grin as she hands your phone back to you so you could check the pictures.

you swipe through the pictures awhile calum looks over your shoulder.

“god damn” the australian begins, “we look good together.”

and it was true. you did look good together. maybe you could picture being with him more than his ‘friend’.

your eyes flutter open to the soft rays of the sun peeking in through the sheer white curtains of the hotel room. “morning, pretty” you hear calum say causing you to look over your shoulder where he sat on the opposite side of the bed.

you groan quietly, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sit up to lean against the headboard. “mornin” you reply followed by a yawn. “what time is it?” “noon” calum answers, turning off his phone. “damn” you reply knowing you’ve slept almost a whole day. “sorry” you say but calum shakes his head, “don’t apologize, you needed the rest. plus, you’ll be well rested for tonight” he grins, you shake your head and playfully push his shoulder.

“what’s on the agenda for today?” you yawn again, and calum leans back on the headboard. “well, we have to be at the venue at two and soundcheck is at three”. he says, checking his phone for the time.

“good, gives me plenty of time to get ready” you say, reaching for your phone. “do you want to leave with me or do you wanna just come whenever you’re done?” you shrug thinking about how long it’ll take you to get ready. “i might just uber after i’m done that way i don’t have to rush.” you start, ripping the cover off of your legs. “plus it’ll give me enough time to make sure i look good for you tonight.” you say with a grin before getting out of the bed and making your way to the bathroom.

calum laughs before calling out to you “you’re a tease, you know that?” you smile to yourself using water for your shower. “always!” you holler back.

you’re sat in the back of an uber staring out the back passenger window. the venue isn’t very far from the hotel so the ride wasn’t too bad. when you arrived you saw the line of fans outside all waiting in queue you smiled to yourself, feeling proud of the band, and calum.

you step out of the vehicle and walked around like a lost puppy trying to look for olivia’s brother, mark.

you take the time to see everyone waiting in line dressed in their best and looking beautiful.

“oh thank god” you start, spotting the blonde man. “y/n! you made it!” mark smiles, pulling you in for a hug.

“yeah, thank god, i almost got lost.” mark nods and begins leading you down a long corridor until reaching the dressing rooms. “i figured you’re here for calum?” you look up, staring at him for a moment before blinking. “that obvious huh?” mark laughs, then hands you a vip laminated lanyard. “keep this on you, have fun and enjoy the show.” he adds as he pats your shoulder.

you watch as he walks away, taking a deep breath as you open the door peeking your head in. you see the guys spread out in the room until calum looks up from his phone to greet you.

“its about time you got here, i was about to worry.” he says, now pulling you into their dressing room. his tan arms wrap around your figure and you get a whiff of his cologne.

he keeps you close to your side as the other guys come up to greet you. “was it hard to find?” calum inquires, you shrug, “i walked around the building until i eventually found mark and now im here” you laugh. “probably a little late, traffic was crazy”

calum smiles, “all good, at least you’re here now. that’s all that matters.” he says, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

“all right guys, they’re all ready for you” some stage manager, you had to guess, said as they popped their head in the door.

you separate from calum as he fixed his in-ear-piece and grabs his bass. you smile at him and give him a thumbs up and watch as he followed behind the other three.

“are you sierra and y/n?” and woman enters the room, her dirty blonde hair was cut to about her shoulders but it was obviously growing out. she had a welcoming smile and comforting aura. the two of you nod. “perfect, i’m hannah i can take you guys to your seats!” she beams and then the two of you follow her out into the arena where she showed where the two of you would be at.

side of the pit, calums side, so it was actually perfect for you. “are you guys going to be on the rest of the tour?”

“i will” sierra smiles. then hannah turns towards you.

“oh, i don’t know yet” you laugh, taking a swig of your drink.

“well, i’ll be on the tour with the guys so if you every need anything just look for me.” she smiles again. “enjoy the show!”

it was incredible to see, they were truly in their element. each of the acting as if they were born to be on stage.

“wow!” michael hollers about midway through their performance, taking a small break in between songs. luke is still strumming quietly in the background. “paris, how the fuck are we feeling?!” the crowd erupts in loud cheers.

“it’s great to be back after so long” he continues, then takes a glance at his band mates. “how are you all liking paris?”

“good, i love it here” luke answers, earning a few hollers from the crowd.

“how you liking paris, cal?”

“what about the view here? it’s such a beautiful place” luke interjects.

“you seen anything nice lately, calum?” luke continues

“yup, the views in my hotel room are amazing.”

your heart stopped, it was subtle. just enough for only you to notice. he was definitely mentioning you.

“do you mean from?” luke chimes.

you can faintly see calum smile as he laughs into the mic, “yup, my bad.”

“alrighty then.” michael pauses, luke had taken a few steps back from the mic but could still be been laughing.

“then how about you introduce the next song?”

“the next song is for all those who end up meeting someone and know it won’t be more than just having fun. and they’re okay with that. talk fast.”

you wondered what it looked like from their perspective. you turn to face the crowd and you’re overwhelmed with what you see. people screaming their lungs out to the lyrics, some dancing with their friends, you even see some people crying. you also see some signs. some more creative than others, and some sweeter than others.

you manage to spot one that made you a little uncomfortable; “call me red with the way i be riding hood”

sure, clever, but it made you realize that if you had a shot with calum, what’s stopping him from hooking up with any other fan when you’re not around?

shit.

maybe you did like him more than just a fuck buddy.

during the next intermission you and sierra had made some small talk until you overheard some girls next to you in the pit talking about calum.

“oh i’d totally fuck him.” she says nonchalantly. “i bet you i could easily pull him by the end of the night, i just need to find my way in.” she giggles.

you shift on your feet and turn to sierra who also heard it. “welcome to my life..” she raises her eyebrows then take a sip of her drink.

you sit in silence on the uber ride back to the hotel. calum sat to your right, you knew he was looking at you and he wanted to ask what was wrong.

did you have a bad night?

was the show bad?

the whole way back to the hotel you hadn’t spoken one word to him. you didn’t even look at him.

why did you feel like this?

calum wasn’t even yours. you had no valid reason to be angry.

except you did.

you were afraid that he would want someone else, that you were easily replaceable. you couldn’t deal with that, you couldn’t go through another heartbreak.

you should’ve known that messing with him would’ve lead to this, but you were naïve and wanted something to distract you from your ex boyfriend.

your feet seem to have a mind of their own as you storm past calum and out into the freezing cold.

"y/n/n, cmon don't be this way", he laughs innocently while pacing himself behind you.

you don’t say anything except press the elevator button and wait impatiently for the doors to open. you really couldn’t tell anyone why you were being so stubborn, hell, you didn’t even know why.

once the doors opened you were quick to slip in and press the button to your floor. you stand with your arms crossed, staring blankly at the metal. doors. you were quietly wishing he would say something, anything at all.

“y/n?” he tries reaching for your arm but you shrug him off. “not in the mood cal.” you reply. you knew you were being stubborn and very annoying.

he hasn’t given you a reason to act this way towards him.

you knew you were overreacting. plain and simple.

*ding*

the elevator doors opened and you walk through the hallway towards your bedroom. you scan the keycard and open the door letting calum follow behind you like a lost puppy.

you throw your purse on the bed and take your jacket off. “y/n. please.” you hear him sigh. calum feels guilty and he doesn’t even know what the hell he did. but whatever it was he was going to fix it. he couldn’t take you being mad at him like that.

“why dont you go bother someone else, looked like there was plenty that would love to be in your bed” you hiss, the words spilling from your lips like venom.

calum stops in his tracks, also removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and tossing it on the bed. “what?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“don’t play dumb, cal.”

“i don’t know what you mean, y/n.” he bites back.

“i mean, if you can sleep around with me what’s stopping you from sleeping with your fans?” you confess.

calum just stares at you, “what? what are you talking about?” the bassist was genuinely confused, you had never reacted, at least, not when he was around.

“the people at the show, cal. the signs, their outfits, the way they talk about you-“

calum cuts you off, “look, i don’t know where this is coming from or why you’re acting like this but-“

“i’m acting like this because it was never just about being friends with benefits calum!” you confess, staring at him intently. “i can’t keep acting like im okay with not being able to love you. i don’t want to be hurt again. not by you”

everything came spewing out of you like a waterfall. all the months of pent up frustration and confusion had finally found its way into the world.

you were so frustrated you didn’t even realize what you had said, you turn to look out the window and stare at the lights from the city.

calum doesn’t say anything, racking his brain to make sure he heard you right. you said you loved him, without really even saying the three words.

“you said you love me.”

you look over at him, “what?”

“you just said you ‘can’t keep acting like you don’t love me’.” he repeats.

you shake your head and look away from him. “i didn’t.” you try to get him to leave it alone.

“you did” he sighs, coming next to you and takes you by the shoulders and turns you to face him. “you practically said you love me.”

“calum-“

“i love you too.” he smiled. “i don’t know if that means anything now but i do. i have for a while.” he confessed.

“y/n, you’re nothing like i imagined you would be. when i met you that night in the bar i thought you’d be like all the other girls, which i know doesn’t help, but; this has been the best past year of my life and i think of you more than someone i fuck occasionally.” calum is looking into your eyes. “you’re more than that, y/n/n.”

there are tears welling in your eyes, you shake your head. “i don’t want to be hurt again. i don’t think i could take it.” calum nods, reaching for your hands.

“i understand, but trust me when i say that id never do anything to hurt you, okay?” calum assures, “you’re everything and more.”

*buzz*

*buzz buzz*

you groan and reach for your phone, opening one eye to look at the notifications. you have over ten messages and five calls from olivia. you sigh, wanting to ignore her antics but maybe it was an emergency. you unlock your phone and see all the messages.

‘girl check instagram.’

‘what time is it there’s

‘are you asleep?’

‘omg omg y/n!!!!’

‘you’re not gonna believe this.’

‘girl i’m freaking out !!!!!’

‘y/n please check your instagram.

‘you’re gonna flip.’

‘ please wake up.’

‘i’m calling you’

you sit up in confusion and then check your other notifications to see over hundreds of notifications from instagram. “what the hell” you croak and then open the app.

‘calumhood tagged you in a post.’

you swipe through the pictures until you see the very last picture which was you standing in front of the eiffel tower with your back turned to him admiring the view and then you saw the caption; “they say paris is the city of love <3”

you practically shoot up from your position staring wide eyed at the phone. you read some of the comments in a panic.

‘lukehemmings: it’s about damn time’

ashtonirwin: finally! don’t hurt my girl;)

calumhood replying to ashtonirwin: your girl?

ashtonirwin replying to calumhood: yep:)

michaelclifford: called it!

sierradeaton: you posted the pic !! omg !!!

5sos_updates: the last slide omg!?!? also last night was crazy!

iheartcalumhood: who’s the girl?

“calum??” you say out, hoping he was still in the room.

you hear the bathroom door open. “yeah?” he asks walking around the corner only dressed in a pair of basketball shorts.

“why did you post that?” you ask showing him the instagram post. “i wanted to prove to you that everything i said last night is true”

you blink, staring at him with little to no expression. “your first thought to do that was post me on your instagram?”

“uhh i guess? should i not have done that?” you crack a smile and look down at your phone, “i cant believe you, cal.” you say, falling back on the bed to scroll through more comments.

“can’t go back on it now” he says, standing at the foot at the bed.

“you’re stuck with me forever” he says crawling on the bed, hovering over your figure. “really? because ashton said i was his girl. sounds like you have some competition, hood.” you state, showing calum his comment.

he takes your phone and tosses it somewhere else on the bed. “nope, you’re my girl forever and always.” he hums leaning in to leave kisses on your neck which earned giggles from you. “calum!”

[tropicalszns]

INSECURITES

౨ৎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ gojo x black!fem! reader

about

you were insecure about your body and especially your weight and stomach pudge. satoru and you were gonna go out with friends until you asked him the question, “do you think i am fat?”

contains

trigger warning; weight, eating. gojo treasuring you, stomach kisses, sweet words, comfort by gojo, crying, just soft bittersweet moments.

w.c.

1,177

a/n

more of an appreciation post, and how I’ve lowkey been feeling so sorry if this gets personal.. repost and likes r much appreciated to share my work, feedback as well ! <3

YOU STARED at yourself in the mirror, tears swarming your vision. You were in nothing but your bra and your underwear, staring at nothing but your stomach. You tried to stand up tall, put your arms by your sides but nothing was working. You sniffled as you rubbed your nose, small tear drops ran down your cheeks. You wiped your tears, putting a hand on your stomach and feeling on it.

You didn’t feel beautiful no matter how much you were told. You tried eating less to lose weight but Gojo quickly caught on and told you eat as much as you wanted. You weren’t trying to purposely starve yourself but at the same time you were. The way you budge hung out and slouched was so unappealing. You didn’t know how you and Gojo were together. He was so lean and muscular. Strong and confident, such a mesmerizing man, truly.

But you, you weren’t anything of the sort. You were a bit shorter than he was, no muscles in sight, couldn’t pick up a weight even if you tried, and was a chubby mess who would eat day after day. Stressed? Eat. Bored? Eat. But, after you would eat, a twinge of guilt filled your mind. You impulsively grabbed the potato chips and after two bites you knew you should’ve took the grapes instead. It was too late now, you had to eat everything in the bowl. How dare you waste the food given? After all, you’re supposed to eat your plate clean or else you were just a selfish person.

You’ve been trying to restrict your eating but not too much so that Gojo would notice. You remembered when last week your heart stopped when he asked you a question. “Are you trying to starve yourself?”

You guys were sitting down in the dining room, on opposite sides of each other. He invited you over to try the food he cooked, he was trying to get better at making dinner. You stared at the food, the fork in your hand but not reaching for the plate. You felt yourself sweating, at the thought of trying to eat something. You glanced at Gojo who was almost halfway down his plate. To not be rude, your fork stabbed at a piece of the potato. Your lips curled up in cringe, your nose crinkling at the smell.

“Baby,” he spoke. It took your right out your thoughts, blinking as you snapped back into reality. You put the fork, gulping harshly and looking up at him. “Huh? Sorry, I was thinking about something. What’s up?” You asked, your mouth feeling dry and parched. “I’ve been trying to not assume anything, but are you starving yourself? You haven’t touched your plate, and whenever you come over to hang out you never eat any of the snacks I buy for you.”

He pouts a little but concern still filled his voice. “I was just thinking, maybe you don’t like the snacks anymore. But, you’re not eating anything at all. I’m worried for you, please tell me what’s going on.” He pleads, his full attention on you. You didn’t say anything, nothing at all. You only let out soft breaths through your mouth. You felt like the world was stopping. After the moments of silence, you cleared your throat. “I’m fine, Satoru. Really, I am. I’ve just been trying to get a little healthier with my food habits, okay?”

You put on a fake smile, nodding your head to nothing but your fake lies. “I don’t really wanna talk about this, can we just.. not?” You said lowly, you frowned a little, still picking at your food. Gojo nodded his head, “Yup, sorry ‘bout that. Just wanted to check on you..” He hummed. “I love you, baby.” He finally said before taking a chew. You couldn’t find it in you to reciprocate the words back. You just hummed and hoped he was satisfied with that answer, and he was.

Now here you are, staring at yourself in the mirror, not even able to put on clothes without feeling so suffocated and so restricted. You wiped your tears but your endeavors weren’t enough. You were supposed to be going out to dinner with your friends but you couldn’t even eat a proper meal, let alone eat a snack without having guilt right after it. You heard knocks at the door, Gojos voice being strung along. His hand twisted the doorknob, glancing at his unbutton shirt before staring at your sore and light red eyes. “Hey sweets! Are you almost ready? We have to go soo-”

He immediately panicked, he didn’t understand why you were crying and he was more concerned than alarmed. “Eh? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, walking to embrace you, wrapping his arms around your figure. “Satoru..” you sniffled, “Do you think I am fat?” Your words slightly muffled and your tears making damp marks on his button up.

He raised a brow, he was gonna answer until he figured out what was going on. From the time you stopped eating your favorite snacks, the dinners and dishes he prepared, everything was adding up. You felt insecure, you felt disgusted with your own body. He had suspicions but he never would’ve actually thought that since you were the most ethereal person alive. He was more than lucky to have you. His expression softened, rubbing your back soothingly.

“You’re silly sometimes, you know that?” He tried to lighten the mood to the best of his ability. “You’re not fat, baby. But even if you were fat, would you think I would stop loving you?” He asked. So tempted to say yes, you just shut your mouth. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, as if I know another woman who could top you.” He scoffed to himself.

He pulled you away for a moment, looking at you as you sniffed, tears still streaming down your cheeks. He kissed on your tear stained cheeks, tasting the salty tears. “I want you to know how much I love and care you for, sweets. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He reassured. “I love you for you, I love this body because it’s yours,” he placed his hand on your stomach. You cringed, but you allowed him to touch you. He placed a gentle kiss on your stomach before reaching up to cup your face.

“I love this face,” he kissed your lips, “because it’s yours.” He saw your tears run down slower, wiping them off with the flick of his thumb. “I will always love who you are, don’t mind if you gain or lose some pounds. You’re still hot.” He smiled, making you crack a smile and look away.

“See, so pretty when you smile.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek before looking at you. “Do you still want to go the dinner? Or do you wanna cuddle up, watch a movie?” He shook his head.

“Actually, let’s just do what you wanna do.”

made by, tropicalszns, please do not copy, steal or repost my work without permission

[youcants-twithus]

One More Kiss

Claire and Ada find themselves in the cable car.

(swap au where claire is in leons place and claireada is canon... thats basically it)

Word Count: 919

Warnings: none!

Extra: This is taken from my AO3 account (m1dwestern_pr1ncess)! so if you see this on that site just know that's me LOLL!! gonna repost some of my fics from there to here!

"C'mon..” Claire said to herself as she pulled the lever, opening the door to the garbage pit. The smell hit her almost immediately, making her want to gag. The smell was horrible, but it was a slightly better change of pace than the horrific smell of rotten flesh and blood.

“Ada?” She called out, receiving on answer.

“Ada, where are you?” She called again, walking into the room, the smell getting more pungent as she got closer to the pile of waste.

“Over here!” Ada finally responded, making Claire's anxiety start to subside. She approached her, seeing Ada lying on ground.

“Are you okay? I was getting worried for a sec,” Claire asked her, staring at the object that had been stabbed into Adas thigh.

“I can’t get it out,” Ada replied to her.

“Do you want me to pull it out?” Claire asked gently.

“Please, just do it. I can’t walk like this,” Ada said, shaking her head. Claire nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Okay.. it’s gonna hurt like hell.” She quipped, making Ada roll her eyes.

Claire gripped the metal object before ripping it out, causing Ada to groan.

“Hold on..” Claire said as she pulled some gauze out of her pants pocket, putting it onto Ada’s open wound.

“I can do it myself.” Ada said to her. “Just relax, okay?” Claire said as she started to wrap her leg. Ada watched as she bandaged her up, hissing through her teeth from the pain.

“So.. what's the plan now?” Claire asked, glancing at Ada. “Get yourself out of here. While you still can. “ She cautioned.

“I’m not just going to leave you. Not like this.” Claire said, concerned as she lifted her head to look at Ada. “You don’t understand. The situation is worse than I thought.” Ada explained, but Claire was adamant.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.. You protected me, so now, it's my turn.” She said to her, a soft smile on her face.

“I didn’t realize we were keeping score..” Ada stifled a chuckle. Claire held her hand out to Ada, which she took as she stood up. “

Here, grab my shoulder.” Claire said, but Ada declined. “Don’t push it,” She said. “Alright.. Just trying to help.” Claire shrugged as Ada began to walk (limp) out of the room.

“You want to help? We have to get to the NEST.” Ada told her.

“NEST?” Claire raised her eyebrow. “Umbrella’s lab, right beneath us. Annette let it slip. That's where the virus samples are. You up for this?” Ada asked her.

“Think I can fit it in my schedule.” Claire joked. “Well? Come on. We’ve got work to do.” Ada replied as she continued walking. “Yes, ma’am.” Claire chuckled.

༺═───────────────────────═༻

After a short walk, the pair had arrived at the cable car. “Here we are,” Ada said as she used her wristband to open the doors to it. Ada walked in first, walking down the stairs and sitting on the metal bench, clutching her abdomen. “This may be a one-way ride. So be prepared, Claire.” Ada told her, and Claire nodded in response. She walked to the control panel, and pulled the lever to get it to start moving. The machine whirred alive, making its descent to the Umbrella laboratory. “THIS TRAM IS BOUND FOR NEST. DO NOT EXIT UNTIL ITS FINAL DESTINATION.” The automated voice came from the speakers.

After a bit of awkward silence, Ada began to speak. “Once I obtain the G-Virus, I’m on my own again.” Ada told Claire. “Hey, Claire.. Trust me?” She asked her as Claire she walked up the stairs, stopping in front of her.

“Do you trust me?” Claire asked her. “Honestly.. If I didn’t, you’d probably be dead.” Ada answered. “Right..” Claire said, starting to walk away from her. “Look,” Ada began, making Claire stop in her tracks.

“I thought I might need your help.. And I was right. If you can secure the G-Virus, I can make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens again.” She explained to her.

“Ada..” Claire said, sitting next to Ada. “You said it yourself.. It’s a federal case.”

“I’m nothing but a liability now,” Ada began, turning to look at Claire. “And if I’m going to finish this case, you’re the last hope I’ve got.”

“I’m not just going to leave you here, Ada,” Claire said, making eye contact with her.

“What if you’re attacked, what if you need help-” Claire rambled before Ada leaned in, kissing her.

Claire was shocked, but leaned in, kissing Ada back. It felt like a lifetime before they stopped.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Ada said to her. “I gotta see this through.. And I want to see you again.” She placed her hand on Claire’s knee. “I’ve got plenty to live for, trust me.” Ada wanted to lean in for another, but the tram had made it to the Umbrella Laboratory.

“NOW ARRIVING AT NEST.” The voice over the intercom announced loudly.

Both the women looked at the door as the tram slowly halted to a stop.

“Go. Please, we don’t have much time.” Ada said, taking off her I.D. bracelet and putting it in Claire’s hand. The other woman looked at it, observing the green glow the chip gave off.

“Okay,” She said, nervously putting it on her wrist. Claire stood up, walking to the open doors of the tram.

“Claire,” Ada called out to her, making her turn to look.

“I’m counting on you.”

[ramp-it-up]

Set the Bar

Pairing: Bartender! Frank x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep! Andy x Bartender Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Part 5 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Low Bar.

Word count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, lying, deception, seduction, dub con around eating food. Coworker relationship, roomies, and there was only one bed!, flirting, teasing, jealousy, cheating, crying kink, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, spit play, oral (m/f receiving), cum play and eating, breeding kink.

A/N: I think there are just two more parts to this series folks. Let me know if you like this one. 😃

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You passed out, white girl wasted, on your friend's couch without texting Andy. When you woke up at 7 am, you saw a message at 2 that morning.

Call me.

Your heart raced a little bit and you phoned him right away.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I passed out on Ozzie’s couch.”

Andy didn’t particularly like your friend, but at least you were safe.

“I’ve got to leave town. For a couple of weeks.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’ve got some things to do in Connecticut. Some legal matters.”

You knew that Andy’s father was in prison in Connecticut, and that he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, that’s just over an hour away. You can commute.”

Andy sighed.

“No, sweetheart. I need to do this in person. I also need to compartmentalize this. I’m going to just call it what it is.”

You were silent for a long while, then you said, “Let me come over…”

“You do need to come to my place, but I’m already gone. Stay there while I’m away .I’m going to need you and Frank to hold The Bar down. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, anything… But I can just stay at my…”

Andy cut you off.

“No. It will ease my mind if you and Frank stay there. In case something happens.”

You paused.

“Me AND Frank?”

“Yes. I told him to take care of you. And The Bar. He’ll get you anything you need.”

You thought about it again. Being a business owner was a 24 hour job. But you would do anything for Andy.

“Okay, Andy. I’m just going to go home and take a shower and pack a bag.”

Andy chuckled.

“You can take a shower at my place, you know. I just want to get that text from Frank that you’re okay.”

You bristled.

“You don’t trust me, Andy?”

“Oh, I trust you more than you know. It’s just that Frank sees you a lot like I see you. He loves you..”

“I love him too, Frank’s a dear.”

Andy didn’t bother to correct your friendzoning of Frank. You’d find out soon enough. Meanwhile, you thought it was sweet that Andy (And Frank?) were being so protective.

You sighed.

“Okay, I’ll be over there, ASAP.”

“Good. Oh. And help yourself to anything in my place while I’m gone. Anything your heart, mind, and body desires.”

Andy must be stressed, you thought, he was being weird.

You just laughed a little and replied, “Sure thing Boss.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

By 9 am, you were using the hidden key to unlock Andy’s door above The Bar. As you got your stuff inside, you were greeted by a sleepy, bare chested Frank. Gray sweatpants were hanging off of his lean form.

Frank wasn’t as buff as Andy, but he was beautiful.

His dark hair was adorably messy, unruly even, as if someone had been grabbing it all night. Your eyes swept down from his hair to his torso to his shoulders, chest and nipples, to his abs and his pronounced v-cut. Then you saw the bulge in the grey sweats that looked suspiciously like Andy’s.

“Hey Baby Doll! I see you made it. Let me get my phone and text Frank.”

You followed him back in Andy’s bedroom and watched Frank retrieve his phone from the bedside table, on the side of the bed on which you usually slept.

Hold up.

Frank had slept in Andy’s bed. But where did Andy sleep? Your heart sank when you thought that Andy must have been up all night worrying about you.

“Did you have a woman in here, Frank?”

Frank laughed.

“Andy told me that you’re the only girl allowed in here, Baby Doll. And I agree with him.”

“Hmpphhh.”

You didn’t quite believe him, but whatever.

“I… uhhh, I have to take a shower, sooooo.”

Frank was looking down at his phone, but not moving.

“Go ahead.”

Frank was being so weird. You went into the living room to grab your bag, got out what you needed and took it in the bathroom.

You were going to have to talk to Frank when you were clean. There needed to be some boundaries if you were going to be roommates for two weeks.

You relaxed under the hot stream of water, your hands beginning to go between your thighs imagining Andy pleasuring you when you heard Frank in the bathroom.

“Baby Doll.”

You jumped, almost slipping on the wet tile.

“What is it?”

You grabbed the shower curtain and wrapped it around you as you peeked out at him.

“Just bringing you some towels.”

Frank smirked and looked at the outline of the curtain around your form.

You closed the curtain and retreated back into the shower spray.

“Thank’s Frank. Just leave them on the counter.”

You heard the door close and then you resumed soaping yourself, nipples achingly hard now.

You got out to the sound and smell of bacon cooking. You were trying no sugar, red meat or pork, but bacon was your weakness. You sat at the bar and watched Frank cook, his hair a little tamer, as if he’d run his hands through it.

“Are there any eggs? Andy always makes me omelets.”

Frank looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.

“In case you haven't noticed. I’m not Andy.”

He turned around toward you and handed you a plate of french toast with bacon. With loads of powdered sugar. And it looked so good.

“But I can still feed you.”

You tried to ignore the way he said that.

“I… “

You looked down at the plate and then up at Frank, those eyes dancing with mirth.

“...Don’t do bacon… or sugar.”

“Why? A little bit won’t kill you. Do you like how it tastes? The feel of it in your mouth. The way it goes down your throat?”

Frank smirked at you, watching you squirm.

He’d said that line to you in his countless fantasies.

Sometimes, in his head, he said it when you were sucking his dick. And sometimes he imagined asking you those questions while you deepthroated Andy. Frank shifted on the stool as he sat down beside you at the kitchen island.

He licked his lips and watched you almost roll your eyes as you inhaled the scent of the forbidden food.

“Fuck yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

You straightened up when he said that.

“I’m not…”

You stopped. You had to be trippin’.

“I’m just not doing sugar, red meat or pork.”

“Ok. You choose what you do. But don’t rule things out if you like them. Experiencing pleasure is sometimes worth it.”

You watched Frank take a piece of bacon and bite it. Then, he poured syrup over the toast, which already had sugar on it, and took a bite of that.

The syrup spilled from the fork and his lips and was soon dripping from his fingers. You were transfixed as he licked them, in slow motion it seemed, as his eyes were trained on you.

“I love eating. Brings me so much pleasure.”

You watched Frank’s tongue peek out and clean up his mouth.

“Fuck…” you paused. “...It. Fuck it. You only live once, right?”

You smiled and took a bite of bacon, moaning as you chewed the almost burnt smoked swine.

“Exactly, Baby Doll. Eat it up.”

Frank wanted to tell you to swallow and to check your mouth, but it was too soon. He fought to control his hard on sitting next to you, alone at last.

These next two weeks were going to be quality time.

You and Frank worked your asses off the next week. There was a lot more to running a bar than bartending and Andy was right, it was a 24 hour job. But you and Frank were a good team, developing an almost unspoken communication.

Every night you worked hard and then knocked the fuck out between 6 am (him on the couch and you in the bed) when you really finished with the deposit and getting everything settled. You barely had time to sleep and wake up and get ready before it was 2pm when you had to open.

You and Andy texted everyday, but you didn't get to talk to him. And it was ok. You were just glad that it made him feel better that Frank was there with you. Anything for Andy.

One night, you sat on a stool after closing time and rubbed your feet.

“This week almost killed me. I’m going to sleep in so hardddd tomorrow!”

Luckily, it was Sunday, and you didn’t have to open the bar again until Tuesday afternoon.

“Ok, do you want to sleep and eat tomorrow or eat and sleep?”

That smile.

You loved when Andy commanded you, but you also were loving Frank’s sense of humor and how he always gave you options with that cocked head and eyebrow of his.

“You said you’d teach me how to cook.”

“Oh. But there are so many things I’m going to teach you, Baby Doll…”

You called Andy while Frank showered that night to recap the week.

“I think that’s great, Sweetheart.”

His voice sounded so good.

“I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss you.”

You bit your lip as you waited for a response.

“Miss you too, baby. Just a few more days. Frank will take care of you.”

“Yeah. But Andy, I miss you. Miss your hands, your mouth, your cock. Frank can’t take care of that.”

Andy cleared his throat. He knew what you wanted. And he also knew what you needed.

“He can’t? Oh, I think you’d be surprised.”

“The hell, Andy!?” You couldn’t believe him.

“Listen. I don’t have too much time to talk. And I know that I’m possessive over you. But you really are free to do what you want.”

“Are you trying to end this relationship? Do you have someone else on the side? Why are you saying these things about Frank?”

“I am not trying to end this relationship, Sweetheart. Quite the opposite. I trust Frank to take care of you because he cares for you.”

You had no words.

“Why are you saying this, Andy? What is going on?”

“I’m saying that you can have anything that’s in my house. You can do anything you have a desire to.”

You were confounded. What was happening right now?

“You didn’t answer my question, Andy. Do you have someone else?“

He hesitated for a long time.

“I’ve gotta go. We’ll talk when I get back.”

You just stared at your phone when he disconnected and tried to dial him back. He didn’t answer, just sent a ❤️ emoji.

You sat on the couch in stunned silence. It felt as if you were in the middle of a whirlwind.

You stripped off your clothes and saw the t-shirt that Frank had worn all day. You climbed into Andy’s bed, wearing it. Strangely, it made you feel better. It made you feel less like setting fire to things.

“Baby Doll?”

Frank saw you, in his t-shirt, curled up in a ball, with your eyes wide open.

“You okay?”

You just grunted and felt the bed dip as he sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned over and saw that he was naked except for a towel, beads of water still on his skin. You turned back around.

“Andy. That’s what’s wrong.”

You looked up in his eyes and started bawling.

“Oh, hey. I’m sure it’s not that bad. You two just need to talk this out.”

Frank climbed into bed with you and pulled you against him, your tears mixing with the water on his skin. He pulled you close and rocked you, pushing his fingers in your scalp and massaging, trying to soothe you.

You stopped sobbing, and he pulled back to look at you. The tears were still flowing though. Your big, wet eyes and that pout about did him in.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cry, Baby Doll, shit.”

And Frank started kissing your tears away, kitten licks on your cheeks to catch your tears, and when his mouth got near yours, he stopped, pulling back again.

You looked in his eyes and lunged in for a kiss, shivering when you heard Frank’s moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. You pulled back.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t be doing this Frank…”

You fell back onto the bed and grabbed a pillow, slotting the king sized softness in between your legs. God, you were so wet.

You laughed, thinking it was ironic that you stopped yourself when Andy had his piece of whomever. You weren’t going to feel guilty about a kiss.

Frank was laying staring at the ceiling, trying to will his hard on away. He was just thinking that a pillow stole his spot.

You looked over at Frank and peeped the towel tent that Frank was making, leaning up on your elbows.

You were wet, he was hard. Seemed like a simple equation. Andy did say that maybe you should do something to feel guilty about.

“So Frank, do you happen to have a towel so I can finish what you started?”

Frank looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“I mean, finish wiping my tears.”

He still didn’t move, so you tugged on the towel around his waist.

“Can I?”

Frank smiled wide at you, trying to keep his cool when his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Do whatever you want, Baby Doll.”

Frank reached up and put his arms behind his head. You tugged the towel some more and unearthed the monster. Frank smirked at your small gasp.

If Andy was an oak, Frank’s cock was equally magnificent, but much different. He was thick, though not as thick as Andy, and long, with a very large mushroom cap tip. He was more like a majestic pine against the dark hair on his abs.

You licked your lips and didn’t know it. The weeks of tension coupled with how close you were to Frank this week made you almost desperate. Andy telling you to do whatever spurred you on as well. Fuck him.

How would he feel about you and Frank in his bed?

Well, maybe it was time to find out.

“I thought you were upset. What are you smiling about?”

Frank was teasing you as you lay on your back watching his dick pulse with his heartbeat, his shirt molding to your body, showcasing your ultra hard nipples.

“Your dick just makes me smile, Frank. Thanks for cheering me up.”

“No problem at all, Baby Doll. Any time.”

His eyes ran down your body and he thought he could see a full bush at your pussy. He needed to eat that raw.

“Are you wearing panties?”

You pouted up at him. “Rude.”

You weren’t wearing panties. You’d just stripped and put on his shirt. You didn’t know what you were thinking.

You found out as you watched Frank’s cock get a little wider, more blood rushing to the channels of his organ. His eyes continued down your legs, the hem of his shirt stopping halfway down your thighs. He wanted to reach out and touch, but this had to be all you.

You reached out and touched his face after tearing your eyes away from his dick.

“Is that uncomfortable Frank? Looks… Hard.”

You bit your lip and your eyes lit up.

Frank leaned his face into your palm and closed his eyes, any stimulation welcome. He felt touch starved for you, and this crumb you were throwing his way was everything.

“It is… so, so, so… hard…” He bit his lip.

You drew in a ragged breath, trying to find some logic left in any part of your brain that still had blood flowing to it. Maybe…

“Do you need to take care of that?”

You nodded down toward his cock.

“If so, I’d like to watch.”

Frank sighed, disappointed that you hadn’t offered to touch him. But glad to give you a show.

“Yeah.” His voice was pure sex. “But only if you join me.”

You nodded, your pulse rushing in your ears. The excitement was out of this world.

Frank sat up, adjusting the pillows against the headboard and you did the same, angled toward him a bit. He fisted his cock and pumped it loosely a couple of times before he stopped.

“I need some lubrication. Do me a favor, Baby Doll, and spit on my cock. Please.”

He looked at you, his mouth open and desperate. How could you deny him? You leaned over and spit on his cock, a long string of saliva connecting you and him. Frank shivered and cursed as he watched the spit drip from your lips.

“Fuck Baby Doll, you’re so fucking fine. I wish…. Shit.”

You hovered over him, wanting nothing more than to lower your mouth around him. But you didn’t. Then you sat back and watched as Frank pumped more vigorously.

“Tell me, what is your wish Frank?”

You trailed your hand on your own thigh, getting closer and closer to your apex.

“I wish… “

He groaned when your hand disappeared under your shirt, not giving him a view of what you were doing.

“I wish I could see what you’re doing right now.”

What you were doing was playing in your sopping wet pussy, using your wetness to lubricate your clit as you flicked it vigorously as you watched Frank make the shiny, pink, huge head appear and reappear in his fist.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Frank opened his mouth to breathe.

“Fuck, I think you’re using those fingers to fuck yourself, Baby Doll. Shit. And for some strange reason, I think that should be my job.”

He looked at you with those eyes and you shuddered, closing your eyes and arching your back. Frank’s eyes found your nipples through his shirt.

“Those tits, Baby Doll….”

You reached up with your other hand and started plucking them through the material.

Frank started grunting, the teasing too much.

“I wanna see. Please? Please can I see?”

You thought of Andy. For a split second.

And then you saw Frank’s jaw clench and his tongue sneak out to lick his lips. This feeling was too good.

You slowly raised the hem of the skirt and revealed what Frank had been dreaming of. First, your pussy with a well trimmed, but full bush, then your stomach, then, your breasts. You pulled the shirt all the way off to see Frank’s contorted face when your eyes were free.

“Holy mother of god. I’m gonna… fuck… just the sight of you….”

Your hand quickly found your pussy and your nipple again as you watched Frank on the brink of cuming. This was so hot.

“Yes, I wish those were my hands, Baby Doll. My lips, fuck, my cock in both those places. I’d fuck you real good, if you let me….”

You pulled your nipple and let your breast fall, watching the precum drip all over Frank’s hand. Then you tried to put your fingers in yourself as far as you could.

“Fuck, I would fuck you right, I would fuck you so good… Shhhhhitttttttt!!!!”

Frank came quickly when you saw your thighs quiver and you collapsed on the bed, pulling your hand away from your orgasm as you watched Frank shoot beautiful, pearlescent cum all over his stomach and thighs.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Frank barely had any time to breathe before you snapped and grabbed his hand, licking the cum off of it, and sucking his thumb, fellating it with your lips and tongue. In turn, he grabbed your hand and sucked your juices off your fingers, making you wet all over again.

“You taste so good Frank.”

You smiled and proceeded to lick every drop off his arm, and started on his thighs.

Frank could only just lay there at your mouth tortured his sould and his dick rose again coming to settle on his stomach again just as you reached it to clean him up.

You licked all around his cock, teasing him again.

“You’re a demon.”

Frank whispered as your tongue went everywhere but where he wanted it.

Finally, you licked his tip and encased it in your mouth, making Frank practically yell and push your head down immediately when you got his shaft in your mouth.

“HOLYYYYYYSHITTTT!”

You gagged around him and smiled, doing it over and over again until he thought he would cum again. When you went for his balls was when he reached down for your thighs and flipped you over on your back, making you release him from your mouth.

There were no thoughts right now, just Frank.

He dove for your pussy.

“I’m gonna eat this shit. Now.”

And he buried his face in your cunt, looking up for your reaction as you leaned up and watched him. He licked long and urgent stripes through your folds and sucked your clit alternately, so that you arched your back and almost stood on your head as Frank ate you out.

You were cumming within five minutes.

He sucked your clit through it, holding your thighs firmly with his hands, then he started again, immovable as you tried to move his head.

Frank stopped once to tell you what was up.

“Sorry, Baby Doll. You’re gonna have to take this shit.”

And your eyes rolled back in your head for your third orgasm of the night.

As you were still pulsing from that one, you felt Frank’s thick head breach your quivering opening, and his long dick slide inside you.

He started stroking, languidly at first, kissing you so that you could adjust to him and holding your face between his hands. He looked at you as if he loved you. You could feel it.

“One more?”

The question made you pulse and you mewled a small yes into his mouth.

That’s when he hiked your thigh up in the crook of his elbow and started pounding your cervix soundly, causing you to clench down around him.

“Holy fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined.”

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and lavished it attention.

“You feel better than heaven… shit, Baby Doll.”

“Fuck me, Frank!”

“Oh, shittttttttt!”

He couldn’t control himself as he felt the urge to empty himself inside you and bury you under the mattress. You were full of his cum when he lay atop you, finally spent.

“That was….”

Frank rolled off you and you both stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

You searched your soul and found that you felt no guilt. You did what you wanted to do, just like Andy said.

“Can I…?”

Frank was lifting your leg. He stared longingly at your pussy, his cum seeping out of it. He pushed some back in with his fingertips and sighed, thinking of Andy going in for sloppy seconds. Or licking it out of you. He shivered at the thought and sucked your combined fluids off his fingers.

He flopped back on the bed, and sighed.

“That’s fucking beautiful.”

You chuckled, thinking how different he was from Andy, but how complementary. You were thinking crazy thoughts of both of them on either side of you as you drifted off to sleep. Frank curled himself around you and slept himself.

Andy ended the facetime call that Frank had started when he set his phone up on the dresser. He had a great view of everything that happened, and now here he was, his own stomach covered in cum as he watched you two fall asleep.

Andy had to get back there.

Soon.

[christowhore]

Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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[donutloverxo]

NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

[ickymichi]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬

eren jeager x reader

warnings: nsfw/dark content, monster fucking(?) -_-, swearing, female oral receiving, squirting. f!reader

summary: eren eats you out in his titan form.

note: yes i fell into the cave hole of this.😐 ty to @aramiih for inspiring my brain to think of this after reading their version :). but anyway!, if you enjoyed reblog are greatly appreciated<3

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when eren pulled your tired body away into a secluded corridor near your room you were heading to fall into your bed you were confused at first. did you do something wrong? did something happen?

“i want to try something with you, but we need to go outside.” he said lowly, his long brown locks covering parts of his once bright green eyes. looking into your own for the first time since he took hold of your arm, you could see a soft smile gracing his face. this let you knew that he’d never do anything to hurt you, he’d keep you as safe as his life would let him.

slowly, you nodded your head and smiled back at him, in which he gave a mirrored one back to you before quietly but quickly making his way outside with you holding onto his arm behind him. when he finally stopped walking you looked around at your surroundings. you were in a huge open field and you could see the building you just came from in the distance.

“eren, why are we all the way out here.” a harsh breeze cut through you making you rub your hands up and down your arms that had formed goosebumps along them. “i.., i don’t really know how to tell you so, i’ll just show you instead, okay?” he spoke so softly around you, such a durastic difference to when he was with someone like jean or connie. it made your heart swell in your chest and again you gave him a nod. he motioned for you to step back a bit so you took five steps backwards keeping your eyes on him and how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. his tall broad frame looked like a statue you’d see in a museum, you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

but suddenly the quiet crickets and wind got taken over by a loud cracking sound to that of lighting, a bright yellow shine filled your vision and hot steam blew you back a step or two. when it finally subsided and you could take your arms away from your face, a huge familiar being stood towering above you. the way your heart dropped to your stomach was similar to the time you first saw the being expect there was less fear this time. knowing he wouldn’t harm you this time, but why would he bring you all the way out here in the dead of night just to transform? none of it was making sense to you at this moment.

“e-eren, what are you doing?” you knew he couldn’t hear you with the way you whispered, and how high above you he was. god you could barely hear yourself with how quiet your trembling voice was. slowly he slightly crouched down and placed his large hand infront of you so you, for what you were guessing, to step onto. grasping his huge index finger you climbed into his open palm with no hesitation. you wobbled a bit at first due to the wind and you letting go of his finger trying to be independent. but when he started to rise to his full height again you shot to kneel down and grasp his finger once again.

you felt a puff of air come from the direction of his face and you just knew, he was laughing at the way you tried to keep your balance. “oh don’t laugh at me you fucker, you’d be the same if you were in my position.” you ended the sentence with a laugh and softly kicked his palm as a retort, and being honest he probably didn’t feel it.

“so um, why did you want to come out here, i doubt it was to stare gaze, you don’t strike me as that romantic”. obviously, you weren’t expecting an answer but he’d find a way to tell you. he flicked his head forward slightly, silently telling you to lie down, to which you listened and lay on your back, feet planted on his palm and knees bent. laying in that position for a few seconds you were about to speak into the silence and ask what exactly you were meant to be doing. that was, until you felt his pointy nose nudge against your knees and spread them apart with the power he held, his nose just slightly poking at your clothed pussy. “eren! wha- what?. what are you doing?”. again not expecting an answer you just looked into his eyes that were burning holes between your legs.

wait, surely.., surely he wasn’t going to. how did he even think of wanting to do it? well you’ve always had this slight weird attraction to erens titan form out you never thought he’d do something like this. wanting to see what he actually had planned you complied to his actions and laid back down spreading your legs again and pushing your long skirt to rest above the bones of your hips.

On the inside eren was freaking. Thoughts upon thoughts running through his mind. Firstly, it was beyond him how you agreed to come out with him to a field in the middle of the night, secondly how easily you agreed to his crazed fantasy. But he had no time for thinking. his mind was focused on your tiny figure resting in his palm, sitting up slightly with your weight resting on your forearms, legs spread for him to delve into, eyes filled with want and need.

Not wasting a single second eren opened his mouth and let his large tongue fall out of its previous home. Bringing it closer to in between your open legs, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It felt like slow motion you both were thinking. But when the tip of his tongue finally met your clothed cunt all you could do was let your own mouth fall open and throw your head back. Not wanting to add to much pressure and hurt you, eren lightly dragged the hot muscle up your slit and flicked it around what felt like your clit.

Even with your panties still on you could feel everything, but it just wasn’t enough. Backing slightly away from his eager tongue you reached down to pull your panties down off your legs and threw them to the side. You felt like just having your legs slightly spread wasn’t enough so you gripped the underside of your thighs and spread them as far as you could.

Seeing your eagerness he dove straight back in, not holding back as much. “e-eren! Oh fuck yes mmh!”. The feeling of the titans hot, wet, large tongue flicking and prodding and your clit and twitching hole was quickly making the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. “please, baby please, more need more!”. Your whines and begs made him pull away for a split second before pushing the tip into your small dripping hole.

You didn’t know what it would feel like but you definitely didn’t know it would feel this incredible. Thrashing your head back against his hand your eyes shot open and you saw the dark sky filled with stars and clouds. You already knew you were high above the ground, but with the growing pleasure your lover was giving you, it felt like you could reach a hand up and touch the clouds. You didn’t want it to end but you could feel your orgasm growing closer n’ closer with each thrust of his tongue against your walls.

You wanted to tell him you were getting close, you wanted to tell him how good it felt. But now words would come out of your mouth, all that came out was wanton moans and high pitched whines. But he knew, he knew by the continuous bucking of your hips, the quick rise and fall of your chest, the shaking of your legs that you were reaching your peak. Wanting to help you get there quicker he sped up his prodding muscle and switched between pushing it into your clenching hole and flicking it against your clit. ‘close, close!’ you wanted to shout out to him, even just those two words to let him know how amazing he was. But one final flick against your throbbing clit made the tight knot suddenly snap and your essence flowed from your cunt. “eren, eren, eren!”. was the words that finally escaped your throat as he didn’t show any signs of letting up when your high started to fade.

He knew what he wanted from you and he wasn’t stopping till he got it. and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t take that long. “eren please please, stop, hnngh no don’t stop!” you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew your begs weren’t enough to stop him. Nothing was when he was set on his goal. “oh fuck, i’m gonna- haaah!.” It didn’t feel like it did when he wasn’t in his titan from but he could still feel it and it was nothing short of heaven for the man. The feeling of your essence flowing from your cunt made him move his tongue to your slit. Watching your small and move from your thigh to your clit to quickly rub the small bud to try increase the pleasure made him never want to pull away. But when he saw you try and shuffle up his palm away from his assaulting tongue he knew you had enough.

Watching you breathe heavily and throw a glance to his prying eyes, he knew this wasn’t going to be a one time thing, that you and him both we’re already missing the feeling of being able to touch the clouds.

[clementinesjourney]

I'm not crazy - Pt. 4 Kisses

A.N: Hi guys, I'm really new to this. I read a heeeeelll lot of stories lately from wonderful people on here, and i started having this one forming on my mind. I didn't see any like this, but if there's one (or more) out there thats similar, then im sorry, and just know that i never came across it. Also im really thankful if this EVER gets reposted, but please do not stole it and put it on other platforms. Thank you!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Words: 2.25k

Warnings: nothing much just a whole lot of cute.

Summary: You got attacked by terrorists, mistaking you for someone else, then things escalate when they find out you have some powers, even you didn't know you had. Luckily you are in good hands by then.

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Next week you started the training. Tony wanted Sam to train you but Bucky and Steve were soooo overprotective that he needed to change his mind and let them train you. A bit of self-defense never hurt anybody. So with that in mind you changed into your training clothes. A sports bra and some black leggings. When the guys saw you they were basically drooling, with a little half smile you walked up to Steve, tiptoed close to his ear, whispering : -you’re gonna trip over that pool of drool Stevie..

And with that you succesfully made the supersoldier fall to the ground.

-Hey, thats not fair, we didn’t even begin yet.. Also, did you have self-defense class or something? Said Steve while Bucky was giggling not far away.

-I know a bit of this and that.. i was a bartender you know. -You winked at Bucky, signaling him that its his turn.

He didn’t waste any time and launched at you. You dodged every of his moves, then suddenly he gave you a half smile, grabbed you by the waist, and put you over his shoulder. 

-PUT ME DOOWN PUT ME DOOOWN its not fair... - you said pouting.

- Well, well dear (y/n).. fair or not, i got you. - smiled Bucky.

Then you remembered a move Nat thought you in secret while the boys were out on a misssion... A twist, and a few moves is all it took for you to get the super-soldier on the ground with you on top, holding his hands above his head.

-Did you tho? - you smirked, but that smirk soon died, as you looked into his eyes and saw how they darkened. You were close, the gym got a thousand times more hot. You needed to get away. 

You got up and ran straight to your room, locking it. You headed straight to the shower, knowing they wouldn’t wanna disturb you if they hear the water running.

Things were okay between you and the super-soldiers. You needed time. They stopped sleeping in your room after the night at the bar. Everybody can see or feel the tension and longing between you three whenever you get even remotely close, but since you cant seem to trust them, or believe that you are all they wanted made it really hard to make progress. They took you out to walks, restaurants etc, but you refused to let it go further. There were a few times when you saw the longing and the hurt in their eyes when you backed away just before they could kiss you.. The night at the bar changed a lot of things.. You had a battle in yourself as well. You were so afraid, yet you were longing for them too. You wanted them to sleep with you, to hold your hand... and how you wanted to kiss their lips..

You heard a soft knock on the door of the bathroom, thats when you realized you were crying softly under the shower.. of course they could hear it over the running water with their super senses... You got out of the shower, putting on your bathrobe, opening the door. 

-Hey, can i come in? Can we talk? - Bucky asked.

-i-i mean ... yea okay, c-come in.

-Why did you run away? Did i do something wrong?

-No, i-i just.. it was too much. You know im not ready... at this point i don’t know if i’ll ever be.

-So you wanna leave again? - Bucky took a few steps closer, backing you up to the sink, so you couldn’t run away from the conversation.

-I don’t know Buck.. I do, and i don’t. I wanna make you two the happiest, yet i’m terribly afraid of hurting. I’d have a hard time with one of you, don’t even mention both. Yet, i find myself longing for both of you just as bad as you are for me. I wanna kiss you so hard... even now. Yet i can’t get myself to do it cause im afraid. Bucky, you have to see... you both deserve more than this. I can’t ask you to wait for me forever, when i know i might not ever be ready..

-(y/n)... you know we would never hurt you.. i for one would sure wait a thousand lifetimes for you, even if you might not believe it. I would give it all for just to be able to hold you close at night, hell to even just kiss you once.. I wish you’d see what we see.. - He took another step closer, his hand now holding both sides of your face.

-Bucky.. i.. i...

He couldn’t wait any longer. You might run away after this, but he couldn’t keep being this close and not do a thing.. He inched in, and kissed you. Softly, almost afraid that you’ll just disappear forever... When you responded just as afraid as him, you felt him smile into the kiss.. One hand sliding to your side, keeping you as close to his body as it was possible. You melted into his kiss as you felt all the love he had to give, as if it was the first and last kiss ever. Damn you both secretely hoped it wasnt the last, cause it was just perfect.

He slowly released your lips, but kept his hand on your side, smiling down at you, unbeliveably happy.

-i’m sorry.. i didn’t think... i..i.. was that okay? please don’t hate me. - said Bucky.

-No, its.. umm... okay, i wanted to know what it felt like for weeks..- you blushed HARD.

He chuckled and gave another quick peck to your lips before hugging you.

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-Steve you won’t believe what did i just do.. (y/n) let me kiss her.. I don’t think i ever wanna kiss anybody else.. 

-Thats great that she is slowly opening up. I hope one day we’ll be able to sleep like before the night at the bar.. i can hardly sleep since, i know you can’t either. I’m ready to give her all the time she needs, but i miss those days..

-I know.. i do too. But hopefully she’ll realize that we want her for life... not just until someone else comes along..

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*bzzzzzz*

princess: hey, um Bucky, could you help me with something?

buckaroo: sure babe, be there in a min.

*knock knock*

-Bucky, hey, come in.... i um.. i don’t know how to say this but.. i guess i’ll just say it as it is... I’m having trouble sleeping alone still... and i kinda miss the old days.. and i’m not ready to be more or do more jsut yet, but if ... if it’s alright with you and Stevie... i don’t know.. um...  could we just sleep in the same room like before? if.. if im asking too much you can say no...its a silly idea i know.. you probably wouldnt want to be smushed up on this small bed with me.. i just thought...

with that Bucky raised your chin with his fingers, gave you a small kiss...

-We would be the happiest (y/n).. 

With that he took your hand and headed to Steve’s room.. Steve was looking at a picture of the three of you on his phone when Bucky knocked on the door.

When Steve told you to come in, expecting just about anybody else, his eyes lit up at the sight of you two. When you popped in his bed, with Bucky following, he figured out why you came and damn he was the happiest he’s ever been. The way your tiny body fit to his, the way your small hand played with the hairs on his chest.. the soon slow and steady breathing of you and the snuggled up Bucky behind you made him believe that he couldn’t get any happier than this.. Two of the most important people in his life, all snuggled up.. in his bed.. For the first time in weeks, you three slept peaceful at last.

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When the morning came you realized that you slept in. Bucky was probably out training, so it was just you and Steve. He couldn’t get himslef to leave you there, not after waiting for this moment for so long. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Steve smiling at you with so much adoration... so much love. You couldn’t help but smile.

-Good morning..

-Good morning honey.. Did you sleep well?

-mhmmmm... -you snuggled into his chest, earning a soft chuckle from him, while his hand was running circles on your back. Soon you felt a little kiss on the top of your head. 

-You know Stevie... i.. im really sorry i made you  wait for so long.. i’m still afraid, but i just.. i dont know.. i had to be close to you and Bucky... it just didn’t feel right any other way...

-Its okay (y/n)... i would give away a thousand lifetimes for this.. anytime. I would wait for forever if it meant at the end i’ll get to hold you like this every morning..

You had tears in your eyes.. you slowly inched up, looked him in the eye.. and kissed him slowly. His kiss was ever more careful than Bucky’s, but it was just as perfect. When he let go, you put your head on his chest again, not wanting to wake up any soon.. He didn’t move to get up either. Soon enough it was late afternoon and Bucky entered, smiling at you two, as you were asleep on Steve’s chest, him reading some random book with one hand. He had to take a picture to cherish this moment, before hopping on the bed, showering you in pecks. You giggled and tried to hide in the blanket, with very little success.

-Come on sweetheart.... You have to get up nooow, you can’t sleep all day. Don’t make me pick you up and put you in the shower myself.

-Mmmmm but can’t i just lay here all day? 

-As much as you want to, hell i see that Stevie want it too, you need to get up, there’s a new bar opening near here.. and we have a little surprise for you. - Said Bucky with a wink.

-Okay, okay... i’ll get ready. How fancy is it? Do i need to dress up and stuff?

-Maybe a bit.. nothing too fancy, but i don’t know.. maybe Wanda could lend you that dress again?

Wanda did lend you a dress.. except this time it was burgundy red, with spagetthi straps, a slit up your right thigh, fully bodycon.. You were once again dress to kill... If the boys don’t get heartattacks from this then they won’t ever..

At first Bucky tried to hide you under his leather Jacket, but that just made it even sexier... It was about time you had to leave, so he didn’t have time to make you change your dress... He took your hand, and he hoped he doesnt have to kill anybody for looking at you or your body wrongly. You were just simply too beatufuly and too sexy.

Just as you three arrived, you heard your name being called to the stage. The boys tried to look innocent...  but well .... they were guilty. They wanted to hear you sing again. After shaking your head at them, and then talking to a guy who was in charge for the music, you got to the middle of the stage, taking the mic in your hands.

-Well it’s not an original, but i hope you’ll like it.

**singing starts**

I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm begging you to beg me I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'll shine up the old brown shoes Put on a brand new shirt I'll get home early from work If you say that you love me..

You aimed this at the boys, kind of confessing what are you feeling, but still trying to get the party going in the bar..

You sang, the crowd started to sing along with you, it was awesome.. When you finished your song, you were already blushing seeing that Bucky was coming to the stage. He picked you up, and put you down in front of the stage as close to him as possible, kissing you hard and hungry, you could still taste a bit of the whiskey he was drinking earlier.

-Well princess... i do... i love you.

-i.. Bucky.. i think i love you too.

You blushed even harder, then he picked you up by the waist, and swirled around with you smiling like a crazy man. Thats how happy he was that you confessed your feelings. He was afraid you would just run away like last time.. But you didn’t. You couldn’t run away from them anymore.

You got a new glass of wine, now sitting in a booth between Steve and Bucky. They made sure no other man could come and get close to you all night... kind of marking their territory. You wouldn’t mind it one bit. They were the only ones that had your attention anyway. You knew you only loved them... You knew why didn’t it work with anybody else. You were meant to be with them. Both of them.

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Relieving Stress | Makoto, Rin

Pairings: Makoto X Reader (gender neutral), and Rin X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: (angsty to??) comfort fluff

Author’s Note: Cause the free fandom needs to be fed too plus I’ve been dying to write more free!

Makoto: 

You couldn’t breathe through your nose, your nostrils completely blocked, your eyes puffy and red

Tear drops littered your notes and workbooks as you sat hunched over your desk, your hands holding the side of your head as you cried silently to yourself in the room, wanting to give up so badly but knowing you would feel too much guilt if you stopped

It was an endless cycle you wanted out of

Sitting in your seat had taken its toll on your body, your back and neck killing you from how much you had been sitting, your stomach hurting from how little you ate, not wanting to waste as much time as you did before

The college entrance exams were nearing and you were demoralized seeing the results of your mock

The worst of all was seeing the disappointment that was clear as day in your parents’ eyes when they asked about your results, the light of hope vanishing from their eyes

They didn’t say it but you could feel the disappointment, and you could still feel it

Your house was still and empty, excluding you. Your parents would be coming home late from work, saving every bit of money they could to send you to the school you wanted, hoping for you to get into Meijo Chuo University

A soft knock on your door pulled- no, freed you from your miserable studies

“Y/N?” The kind voice of your loving boyfriend Makoto sounded from your doorway as he peeked his head in through the door, his olive eyes widening seeing your crying face. “What happened?” He set the plastic bag filled with snacks and drinks down beside him as he knelt before you, taking your hand in his, cupping your face to wipe away your tears with the other

“Are you hurt?” He scanned your arms and legs, trying to find a source of the pain you were clearly in, finding none as you meekly shook your head, tears dripping off your chin

“What’s wrong, then?” You bit into your lip as you nuzzled into his touch, his warmth already melting away a slim fraction of the stress that was crushing you from the inside out

“Entrance exams,” your voice cracked as you felt a hot burn in your chest just thinking about it. You and tests were nowhere near compatible and you hated it- sitting in one spot for hours in complete silence, hearing everyone else diligently working while you sat there, feeling useless with your brain

“I’m not gonna get into Meijo Chuo and- and- I just want to skip this…” you spoke, your voice shaky, your breaths uneven as you continued to struggle to breathe through your nose, making it feel even more like you were suffocating

“Hey, shhh…” He pulled you into his embrace, your head resting on his shoulder, breath tickling his neck as he rubbed his hand over your back. “Don’t say you won’t, not now when they haven’t started yet. There’s still time.”

He knew the stress you were feeling over the exams. He felt the same but he thought you were in a better boat than he was since you actually knew where you wanted to go whereas he didn’t

The reason as to why he was actually here was because of your mother. She contacted him, worried you weren’t giving yourself enough breaks and she was right seeing the state you were in

“Let’s take a break, okay? Tell me why you think you won’t get in…” The two of you sat in the center of the room on your carpet. He handed you a refreshing drink, offering you some snacks he knew you liked

You told him abut your mock, which led to multiple branches of thoughts like what if you didn’t get in as the main concern, the guilt you felt toward your parents for working so hard for the sake of your future

It was all wrapped around the concern of not getting in

He listened intently, getting a feel for how you felt

He held you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, hand rubbing your arm as the two of you leaned back into the side of your bed. He wipes your tears away with his tissues, telling you all about the exam and how it really would go, explaining the curves every year, financial aid, the process of applying too

“We can work through this together,” he squeezed your hand in his 

It sounded like a lot more but with the way he put it, it sounded achievable but it wasn’t enough to make all your stresses disappear into thin air

“I can come over again tomorrow and we can review together, okay?” He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek, his gentle smile spreading on his lips, widening when he saw you smile for the first time today

He wasn’t able to relieve all of your worries completely, but he was able to lighten the weight of them, staying by your side throughout the entire process til you were accepted and he kept his word to you

Rin: 

The chair creaked loudly in your ear as you leaned back into it with a heavy sigh, closing your eyes to massage them after burning holes into your textbook with them

They burned in the best possible way as you massaged them, closing your dried eyes after staring at the same text, taking in information you had learned in your lecture already, but just rereading everything from the beginning of the semester to make sure you had everything down

But it was a lot more now that you were rereading through all the chapters, some things felt like you were learning for the very first time yet they weren’t when you found notes you had taken

Sitting still in your chair, resting your eyes and body, which so badly wanted to collapse into the covers of your bed, you could hear the faint shrills of cicadas and chirps of crickets outside your apartment

You were getting lost in the sound, feeling yourself slowly fall asleep but you had to keep yourself awake, no matter how many cups of coffee, tea, or energy drinks you had to down, you had to stay awake and get through at least half of the reading you were forcing yourself through

Failing this final meant retaking the class next semester but it also meant losing money down the drain

The faintest sounds of keys jingling followed by the sound of your front door opening caught your attention

Turning your head, you saw Rin’s figure as he stepped through the door, tucking his keys back into his pocket

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” You turned your head back, resting your sore neck on the back of your chair, swaying side by side ever so slightly with your foot guiding you

“You haven’t answered me at all today and I wanted to see if you were alive.” He nudged your chair as he sat himself into the seat beside yours

“Oh, sorry, my phone was off like all day.” You had told quite a few people and your parents that you wouldn’t be available all day/ as well as basically this entire week until your final had passed

“Why? Also why’re you still up?” He poked his finger into your cheek, making you flinch, amusing him

“My history final is coming up and I’ve been basically cramming.” You drew your lips into a straight line, locking gazes with him as he read you, taking in your features

He could see the bags forming beneath your eyes, how disheveled your hair looked

“Come on,” he stood, opening his hand to you. “Let’s go.”  He waited patiently for you to put your hand into his, wrapping his fingers around yours securely, hoisting you up from your seat

“Where are we going?”

“To bed.” You refrained yourself from yawning when you heard him say that, pulling back your hand where you stood

“I can’t, not yet at least. I have to finish reading at the middle so I can have enough time to review.” You pulled your body as he securely held your hand, pulling you toward your bedroom at the end of the hall, your bed calling your name

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t not yet

“Y/N, I can physically see how tired you are, baby. Let’s just go to sleep. I can help you review tomorrow and all the way up until your exam. You know I make a great study buddy,” he winked, swinging your arms as he gestured his head toward your bedroom

You stood hesitantly, facing the table as you looked at your textbooks, little slips of paper and colorful sticky notes peeking out from the edges

“I know you want to,” his breath tickled your ear as you let out a groan, almost sinking to your knees when you felt his hands massage your shoulder and neck, your muscles stiff from being hunched over your book for hours on end

“You need so much sleep and relaxing,” he kissed your shoulder from behind. You leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder, sighing for the nth time all day as you went to war with yourself

“Your brain is a muscle and it needs to relax before you cram more, overworking it. It’s already late, sleep will do you some good,” he promised, finally able to lead you away from your table, switching off the light as he led you to your bedroom as you let out a big yawn, your body melting into your bed and his arms  

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An Unwilling Queen (PART 2)

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

An Unwilling Queen (Part 2)

A/N: Hello horny people so someone requested a part 2 of this one. I can’t remember or find the request since i’ve been reblogging a lot of Reylo content lol. But i finally finished this one. Idk if it's super smutty but at the end yeah it is. 

PART 1    PART 3

*NOT MY GIFS*

Word Count: 3422 

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“Pleasure is not something that should make you feel shame, as your false God would have you believe Y/N. You’re mine and the orgasm I pulled from you only proves that further.” He smiled letting go of your face and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “And that’s not the only one we shall enjoy tonight. I promise you that.” He said with a growl, taking his hands from your jeans and placing them on your ass to pick you up.

“Say it again.” He growled, his sucking growing harsher against your skin, making you gasp.

“I’m yours.” You breathed, and hesitantly placed your arms around his neck, then running your fingers through his silky locks. You were rewarded instantly as his harshly sucking was replaced by his tongue lavishing the spot and returning to soft kisses. You groaned as you felt his hips rub against your creating a delicious friction against your center. You moaned, gripping his silken locks harder, nails digging in.

“I’m yours.” You breathed, and hesitantly placed your arms around his neck, then running your fingers through his silky locks. You were rewarded instantly as his harshly sucking was replaced by his tongue lavishing the spot and returning to soft kisses. You groaned as you felt his hips rub against your creating a delicious friction against your center. You moaned, gripping his silken locks harder, nails digging in.

“I’m yours.” You breathed, and hesitantly placed your arms around his neck, then running your fingers through his silky locks. You were rewarded instantly as his harshly sucking was replaced by his tongue lavishing the spot and returning to soft kisses. You groaned as you felt his hips rub against your creating a delicious friction against your center. You moaned, gripping his silken locks harder, nails digging in.

He growled pulling his lips away so he could watch her eyes roll back as he rolled his hips into yours. “That’s it my queen, if you think you know what pleasure is now wait till, I properly fuck you and eat you up.” He said as he ground his hips into you hard, making your head push harder into the pillows behind you. He loved watching you like this and decided to add to your pleasure. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to have you here? In my clutches, where you’ll stay and be my Queen. Where I can pound you into the bed and fuck you anywhere and everywhere.” He whispered into your ear rubbing his hips into yours harder, increasing the friction between you two. You groaned at his sensual words, feeling shivers run down your back adding to the building sensations in your core as your imagination played with his words, creating a vivid imagery. His hands found the top of your shirt and made to tear it in half when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

The growl he emitted, knocked you out of your lustful haze and for the first time you were reminded who you were in bed with.

“Dark Lord?” You heard Lilith's sultry voice.

“Lilith.” He hissed. “If you value your head on your shoulders you will leave at once.”

You felt shivers go down your spine and not the good kind.

Lilith entered the room. “Dark Lord I’m sorry to enter your chambers when you and your queen are…exposed. However, you are needed. It seems a couple of your demon aristocracy are running amuck and are avoiding your specific instructions about the terms of their liberation.” That was definitely coded talk if you ever heard it and your curiosity was peaked.

He looked down at you, his hips still flush with yours and kissed you, invading your mouth with his tongue and thrusted his hips against yours one more time, not caring whether Lilith watched the spectacle. Before he pulled himself away.

“I’m sorry my Queen but apparently this matter can’t be helped without my presence. I promise I will return and… finish what we’ve started here in the swiftness of manners.” He said his eyes burning into you, without the least bit of shame as he walked out of the room with no shirt and still showing just how much he desired you.

When you heard the door close, you let out a breath and clutched your chest, images of what has passed between you two in mere hours of your “capture”, making your cheeks heat in shame. How did it change so fast between you two? When did you give in so fully? Was it from the first time he touched you or maybe it was when he threatened your friends in order to get you? To claim you as his, showing that nothing and no one would get in his way when it came to you.

You shook your head, feeling your sense being clouded over again, the truth is you needed to escape. To find a way out of here, you needed to get to the Spellmans; they could help. Sabrina always knew what to do and Hilda and Zelda… You stopped that train of thought immediately. There was no way that the Spellmans could protect you from Him. Isn’t that how he got you in the first place? By threatening the people, you love. No, there had to be another way, you knew you couldn’t run from him for now; but maybe you could get a message to Sabrina and let her know that you’re okay and that you are an inside man to the Dark Lord’s operations. But how? Well you could start by snooping.

You kept off of the large bed and towards the nearby window, looking out to gauge your location but you had no idea where you could possibly be; you could be anywhere, even a whole other country. If you couldn’t find a way to escape your prison, then you needed to know more about your captor; especially his weaknesses.

You left the window and headed for the door, needing to see more of your prison, you headed down a hallway when you heard voices coming from behind a door that was left cracked open. You peaked inside and immediately saw Him and five others. He was sitting behind a large desk; larger than any desk you’d ever seen.

He had put on a shirt, but it was still open in the front, all the buttons left completely undone and making the point of putting on a shirt mute. Lilith stood next to him on one side while a tall man with dark hair and a quizzical brow stood on his other side. While three others stood in front of the desk, but they certainly weren’t humans with their spiked heads, discolored skin, and leather outfits that… you didn’t want to know what they were actually made of. They were already talking, and you leaned in closer, listening to their conversation.

“We are deeply apologetic my Dark Lord. However, we were only following your instructions.” One demon said. He kept his demeanor calm and cool.

“I told you that once you are free to roam the Earthly plane to do as your dark heart’s desire.” You felt a shiver run up your back at the thought of the three demons’ heart desires.

“However, the Spellmans are not to be touched.” He said with the least amount of enthusiasm to be discussing this topic and you leaned in even closer, your curiosity peaked.

“My King. Why should you care about the Spellmans? Said another demon.

“I don’t. Your Queen however does; and unfortunately, is a bit fickle as to wearing her crown and I’m sure that the slaughter of her acquaintances will especially warm her to the reality of being Queen of Hell.”

“My King the Spellmans pose a great threat to your rule! They are crafty witches and if your Queen emphasizes with these traitors all the more reason you should kill the Spellmans and bathe your Queen in their blood, dispatching her of her pesky humanity. Filthy thing that it is.” The last demon said with disgust and you felt a flare of anger in your chest at his words.

You looked away from the demons and back to Him, you could see he was growing impatient with them by the clench of his jaw. “Her humanity aside.” He said with a low snarl. “Killing the Spellmans will make her revolt and she has untapped power that I wouldn’t want to see wasted on the path of light and killing the Spellmans will surely tip the scales. She would be an avenging angel and crumble our empire.” He said harshly meaning he was done with the subject at hand, but the last demon still got in the last word.

“If your new Queen is so powerful and so close to the path of light, that she would crumble our empire and still clutches her humanity. I doubt her ability to rule.” The demon said venomously, and, in a flash, He was in front of the demon hand clenching his throat and lifting him up over the ground.

The demon squawked trying to get his hand off of his throat, but the Dark Lord only snarled at him; absolutely feral and tightening his grip on the demon’s throat. “You slimy worm! You dare talk about your Queen that way? The Queen of all nine circles, your ruler, and my chosen champion who will smite the world in hellfire?”

You felt confused at his words. Did he really think you held that much power? You’d never even witnessed magic until a year ago when Sabrina told you she was a witch; let alone had any true power of your own.  However, despite feeling confusion at his words, you felt something else as well; that heat in your core from before, when he’d kissed you and spoke of sensual acts. His violent actions against the demon in your honor made you wet as you watched him snarl at the demon. Suddenly, an image of Him on a throne, looking powerful and unmovable; with you straddling him for all to see popped into your head.

You sucked in a little gasp as a shiver shot straight down your core at the thought of it, making your thighs even slicker than before.  When you looked back through the crack His eyes were on yours, He was still holding the demon by the throat; but instead of you turning away you kept his gaze in return. It was terrifying and exhilarating all the same and you bit your lip hard, letting your hand roam down your body until it found the spot it was looking for, you rubbed yourself through your jeans and watched him.

In response to your reaction He squeezed the demon’s neck harder reigniting the demon’s pleas of mercy.

“Apologize, for speaking such hatred against your Queen.” He commanded, never breaking eye contact with you as you continued to rub yourself.

“I-I-I-” The demon choked out, but He didn’t alleviate the pressure of his hand against the demon’s throat an inch. “I apologize my Dark Lord. I will never say another treacherous word about our Dark Queen. She who will bathe the world in darkness and blood.” The demon said desperately trying to appease his King.

The Dark Lord kept your gaze, seeming to ask you if that was enough; if that pleased you. When you nodded, he dropped the demon. The demon’s brothers didn’t move an inch to help as the demon clutched his throat and violently coughed.

“Get out. Everyone.” He growled and without another word you darted from the doorway and back into the room hiding just behind the door to watch as everyone left the room including the other man that was standing next to the Dark Lord.

Who you recognized as Father Blackwood, that only meant that The Dark Lord has occupied Sabrina’s witch school which means there might be someone who can get a message to her Sabrina for you.

You opened the door and walked back down to the office opening the now closed door. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you and with a second of closing the door he was on you. Hands pressed on either side of your head trapping you.

“Who told you, you could leave our room?” He said eyes blazing into yours.

“N-Nobody. I just left.” You said almost confidently. He smiled at your attempt and leaned down to kiss your throat.

“How much did you hear, little spy?”

You decided to play smart and not mention the Spellmans. “Only that demon insulting me and you.” You said lifting up your hands and pulling at his brown locks pulling his lips away from your throat so you could kiss his cheek then kiss under his jaw. “Defending me, choking that demon near to death for insulting me; even when I wasn’t in the room.” You whispered against his throat, feeling his low groan against your lips. “Calling me your Queen.” you said before sucking at his neck, earning a louder moan in return.

It was the first time you felt you had him in your thrall but that didn’t last. As his hands dropped from the sides of your head and ran down your sides before grabbing your ass and picking you up.

Surprising yourself you obediently wrapped your legs around his torso, feeling that liquid heat from before seep into you. In one swift motion of his hand he sent everything on the massive desk crashing to the floor. He placed you on the desk keeping himself firmly in between your legs.

“Did you like it when I grabbed that demon’s throat for insulting you my Queen?” he asked, his long fingers snaking around your throat, ever so lightly. “Did you like how I made him beg for his life?” He asked his other hand, snaking in between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans, slowly. “Did you enjoy watching me?” He said a devilish smile on his face as he slipped his fingers inside your jeans feeling exactly how much you enjoyed it.

Every minute of it, even though you desperately wanted not to. You gasped, feeling his fingers move with your throat. He growled at your words moving his fingers faster, his other hand leaving your throat before grabbing your breast through your shirt and soon enough you came undone under him. But that wouldn’t be enough for him this time, he pulled his fingers from you and grabbed the hem of your shirt, ripping it all the way down and did the same to your bra leaving you half naked in the shredded remainder of your shirt. He discarded your shredded clothes across the room and into the nearby fireplace.

You looked up into his fearsome black eyes and gripped onto his silk shirt, which was still unbuttoned and parted it even further letting it slide off of his strong shoulders. Before you took his shirt and threw it into the fire making you smile triumphantly. He seemed almost taken aback by your confidence a surprised smile on his face. You took the time to examine him fully; the hard stomach muscles, the dark happy trail leading lower.

You took your hands and trailed them everywhere your eyes went feeling how soft he was under your hands. You watched in amazement as his head dipped forward a bit, enjoying your soft touches immensely. That’s when you decided to take it even farther; you leaned forward to his chest and placed a soft kiss over his heart.

“You’re so fearsome, so strong. You’d tear anyone apart who’d try and hurt me, wouldn’t you?” You said as you kissed the other side of his chest.

“I’d wipe them from the face of the universe.”  He let out a low growl, as he felt your hands slide down to his waistband. Letting your fingers ghost over his incredible length, palming him softly; teasingly.

Watching him becoming frustrated and hot under your hands, his length only getting harder under your touch you felt this surge of power go through you as you watched him completely entranced by his undoing. And suddenly your mouth was moving even before you could register the words that were coming out of your mouth.

“Say it.” You commanded softly. He looked up at you through thick lashes, but there was no mistaking his intensity. You palmed him harder and then opened his pants all together, slipping your hand inside and feeling all of him strain against your hand; you pumped him slowly like before, keeping eye contact with him.

“Say it.” you said more harshly then, taking you back to the other room only a few hours ago when he had you weak and pliant under his very own fingertips.

He let out a low growl, his hands at either side of your thighs and you swore you could hear the desk crack under his tightening grasp, making you absolutely drip.

“I’m yours.” He growled, and a bright smile lit up your face as you pumped him faster.

“Say it again.” You breathed in his ear, licking the shell of his ear.

“I’m yours, my Queen.” He said almost as a groan.

“Good.” You purred. “Now where were we before Lilith came in?” You smiled and before you could tease him further, his hands were ripping at your jeans, and he tore away your underwear with such urgency it made you moan, gripping on to his shoulders tighter. His pants easily dropped to his ankles and he pulled you roughly further down the desk and lined himself up to you, stroking himself against your dripping folds.

“My Queen the little minx.” He teased, but his eyes were dark, just as they were when he had you on his bed. “Tell me did you enjoy teasing me, commanding me, as I did you?” He breathed.

“Yes.” You gasped out, trying to move your hips against his. “Please I need you.” You whined and without another moment’s hesitation, he thrusted himself inside of you, filling you.

You both let out loud moans of pleasure as you hung on to one another. His thrusts were quick, harsh and unyielding; he dominated you and you didn’t care one bit. You were deeply under his spell, you moaned louder and it turned to a whimper as his thumb found your clit and made harsh circles, creating a sensory overload inside of you and feeling that your orgasm was coming on so fast it was sure to knock you flat on your ass.

You gripped him tighter as he pounded into you, in retaliation you clawed down his back, sure to leave marks there later. He growled at you and sucked at your neck, biting the sensitive area and suddenly without warning you dug your nails into him as you came so harshly you thought the floor vanished underneath you. He was quick to follow you in your release and you both were breathing softly, you harder then him as you still clutched onto him dearly; afraid that if you let go you would fall into an oblivion.

He purred into your ear, kissing the spot on your neck that he sucked harshly, making you wince slightly. Then he pulled away and pulled out of you, before he wrapped you in his arms and carried you out of the office; both of you still completely naked and back towards the bedroom from before.  You turned your body towards his to shield yourself from any passersby, but no one was there.

“Y/N. You obviously weren’t satisfied enough if you still give a fuck about people seeing their King and Queen in the throes of passion.” He smirked. “But I plan to rectify that by fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”

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Breathe: For The Reunion | PJM

For the @bangtanscenery​ - April Showers Bring May Flowers Project in celebration of the Spring Season!

Plot: Jimin’s curse is broken, allowing him to return to his own time. But there is a sense of emptiness that lingers inside of him as he readjusts to his former life. Just as things start to make sense again, he’s greeted by a face he’s longed to see once more.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: time-slip!au | modern fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | fluff

Pairing: Park Jimin x Female OC (Brianna Larkins)

Warnings: Mild language, mental health issues, implication of curses/magic

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Word Count: 8.2K

AN: Well, we finally made it here guys. We made it and now I'm sad that it's over. But I'm also happy I made it this far. I never imagined I would write a story like this and now that I have, I want to incorporate time-slip themes every chance I get. LOL. Thank you all for who has followed and loved this story. And thank you to those who will stumble across this in the future. You're awesome and you are loved.

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“Yo, Jimin! Stop spacing out and come on!”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin followed behind the others as they made their way up a large, grassy hill. Spring was in full force and his allergies were acting up. He didn’t want to come out there in the first place. The countryside was nice, but only when he had the time to spare to enjoy it. Assignments were piling up now that he was about to finish Grad School. His friends were insistent that he take a break before he burnt himself out. Jimin didn’t mind the burn out. It meant he was putting his whole heart into something.

Trekking up the mountain, however, felt like a colossal waste of his time.

“Jimin Hyung, you’re too slow!” yelled Taehyung as he motioned for him to hurry up.

Jimin scoffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, clambering up the hill. Out of the seven of them, he was lagging behind. Mostly because he was in no real hurry to get to their destination. He wasn’t the superstitious type, but he indulged his friends every once in a while.

Hence why they were making this trip up the mountain in the first place.

“The house isn’t going anywhere, Taehyung-ah,” he called back, adjusting his sunglasses, “and neither is the old woman, I’m sure.”

He finally made it to the top of the hill where the others were taking a break to hydrate themselves. Even though they started their journey up the mountain in the morning, it was already nearing midday. The heat was slowly intensifying and Jimin could only wipe at the sweat on his neck and brow with his handkerchief.

Jungkook tossed a bottle of water over to him as he made his to the others. Yoongi and Namjoon were busy looking at a map while Hoseok fussed over Taehyung for not putting on enough sunscreen. Seokjin rifled through his pack to hand out granola bars for everyone. Jimin sighed, admiring the image while worrying about his mid-term assignments in the back of his mind.

“How much further, Hyung?” Jimin asked as he sipped from the bottle.

“Honestly? I’d say another mile.” Yoongi scratched at the back of his neck as he pushed the map off to a confused Namjoon. “If we follow Namjoon’s directions, we’ll stumble across the gateway to the Underworld.”

Namjoon scoffed as he clicked his tongue behind his teeth. “Not true, but okay, Hyung.”

Seokjin waved his hands back and forth in an attempt to chase away the tension. “Now, now,” he said, handing off the granola bars, “stop being so uptight. You guys clearly need an energy boost.”

Jungkook crushed the wrapper and shoved it into his pocket after having devoured his snack in two bites. He was still chewing. “Not that I have anything against it, but I can’t believe we’re going to a witch’s house.”

“Hey,” Taehyung said, sucking air through his teeth, “she’s not a witch! She’s a powerful shaman.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Oh geez…”

“I can’t believe I was dragged out of bed to hike up a mountain for half the day,” muttered Yoongi as he bit into the granola bar, “I’m already behind on my work.”

“You can work anytime,” said Namjoon as he bumped shoulders with him, “you need some sun.”

Hoseok smirked as he handed Yoongi a water bottle. “It’s true, Hyung. You can’t stay trapped in your basement all day.”

Yoongi frowned. “It’s my studio, guys.” 

Suddenly, Jungkook threw himself onto Yoongi’s back in a playful hug. “Aw, c’mon, Hyung! You’re starting to sound like Jimin Hyung, obsessed with work all the time!”

“I’m still in school, you dummy,” Jimin snapped as he reached out to poke Jungkook’s cheek, “and so are you. You should take it more seriously.”

He watched his friend pout, still clinging to Yoongi. “After college, that’s it. I’m never going back to school again!”

Jimin smirked as he shook his head. Jungkook had a plan, albeit a simple one, and if his parents hadn’t forced him to go to college in the first place, he’d already be joining the workforce like an adult. Having a college education didn’t make things better, but it would be nice if the world didn’t treat him like the simpleton he always portrayed himself to be. Thankfully, Hoseok and Seokjin helped him with his studies. Taehyung worked full-time and only gave himself time off to poke at Jimin since, out of the two of them, Jimin was the one who decided to attend Grad School.

Taehyung peered over Namjoon’s shoulder at the map, then looked over where another hill crested off just to the North. “Uh, shouldn’t it be just over that hill up there?”

Jimin watched Yoongi’s chest swell with pride. “You mean the one a mile off?”

“Yeah.”

A low groan came from Namjoon. Without saying a word, Yoongi held his hand out and Namjoon placed some bills into his palm. When had a wager been made?

“Well, let’s go,” said Seokjin, readjusting his pack into a more comfortable position, “the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get our fortunes read and head back down the mountain.”

“Agreed,” mused Jimin, already starting off toward the hill, “I have a paper due next week and I need to get started on it.”

Taehyung sidled up next to him and nudged his side with his elbow, causing Jimin to side-step to the left. “You’re telling me it’s not the first draft? I find that hard to believe.”

Jimin shrugged as they all started off toward the hill. “I had to help Grandma with her rice cake shop while she was going through treatment.”

He watched Taehyung’s playful demeanor deflate immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have swung by.”

“It’s fine,” he said, reaching out to pat Taehyung’s head like he was a child. Jimin laughed at the way his friend pouted, his cheeks puffing out in defiance. “She’s a lot better now. Just routine stuff and to get her prescription. You know how Granny likes to overwork herself.”

“Even so,” muttered Taehyung, “next time, just freakin’ call me, dude.”

“I will. I will.”

The trek up the hill wasn’t bad. In fact, it didn’t even feel like it was a mile at all. Everyone was talking all at once about different things. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Jimin really had missed his friends. They all grew up together in the roughneck parts of Seoul, but they’d grown up to be pretty decent human beings.

Maybe it was because they had each other. Or maybe because they feared getting beat into the next century by their families. Either way, they all managed to walk the path they felt was best suited for them.

Namjoon reached the top of the hill first, determined to salvage some of his dignity from having lost his bet with Yoongi. He pointed to the house just further up the hill, surrounded by wildflowers and canvassed by a small cluster of trees near the back of the house. They all stopped, blinking slightly at the stark contrast of the house’s architectural design. Last they checked, they were definitely still in South Korea and while it wasn’t uncommon for structures to have a western look to it, it seemed a little farfetched to have one this far out in the countryside.

On the outside, it looked like a Tudor cottage with natural brick and molding. Everything else was white or a soft yellow color for the trimming, the roof tiles a rich cobalt blue. No one said anything, but it was clear that all they could do was silently marvel at the house’s appearance. Jimin had to wonder if the person residing in this house was, in fact, a witch, and not a shaman like Taehyung claimed.

“See? I told you it was a witch’s house!” exclaimed Jungkook, giving voice to what all of them were clearly thinking.

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Who said that the shaman was Korean?”

“Give it a rest, you two,” said Hoseok in mid-sigh. He peered at Yoongi who was visibly battling with something internally. “Everything alright, Hyung?”

Yoongi bit his thumbnail, a telltale sign that he was uncomfortable. “...I think we should leave.”

Seokjin blinked as he managed to grunt out a noise in confusion. “Huh? Wha-already?”

Again, Jimin wasn’t the superstitious sort. But he learned to trust Yoongi’s hunches over the years. If their friend said they needed to leave, then they should have been hightailing it down the mountain. But even he couldn’t hide his own curiosity. Nothing was even happening yet. Why was he already wanting to leave?

“I feel like something is going to happen.”

“Like what?” Jungkook tilted his head slightly. “Something bad?”

“No,” Yoongi replied slowly, his line of sight shifting to look back at the house, “just...something different than what we’re probably expecting.”

Taehyung raspberried and then laughed. “Oh, come on, Hyung. You make it sound so ominous. We came up here to get our fortunes read, so let’s just do that and then we can leave.”

In that sense, Jimin couldn’t really argue with him there. They came all this way. Superstitious or not, he didn’t want to leave without having something to show for it.

Suddenly, the door to the house opened and out stepped a woman. She looked to be in her mid to late thirties. Her dark auburn hair fell across her shoulders and back in thick ringlets. She wore a garland of flowers on her head like a crown and her clothing made her appear to have stepped out of the Victorian Era - a long and flowing black gown with a white corset cinched tightly around her waist. The sleeves belled out at the elbows, covering her hands, and there was a golden sash draped across her chest - a black crest of a one-winged dragon emblazoned along it.

She took measured steps from the front porch of the house, her dress a point of reference against all the natural colors surrounding her. Her eyes were closed, but it was clear that she had no problem seeing if anyone were to assume she was blind. Turning her face slowly to look in the direction of the sun, Jimin couldn’t help wondering if the woman had seen them at all.

“I just finished making a pot of tea,” she said, and Jimin could feel everyone’s shoulders stiffen from the tension, including his own. The woman turned her head to face them, but her eyes were still closed. She smiled. “Would you all care to join me?”

They all began crowding Yoongi and speaking at once.

“What are we gonna do?”

“Do we go in? Yes? No?”

“She looks really pretty. I bet she is a witch!”

“I mean, we came all this way, right?”

“Dammit, I told you she was a shaman!”

“Since when are Westerners considered shamans?”

Yoongi angrily huffed air from his nostrils. “Shut-up!” he snapped, glaring at all of them, “I can’t fuckin’ think!”

“You came to have your fortunes read, did you not?” They all looked back up at the woman who gestured with one of her bell sleeves to the door. “Then please, come inside and make yourselves comfortable.”

There was a bit of reticence sparking inside of Jimin. But he resigned himself to do whatever his friends wanted, since that was the reason he allowed himself to be dragged out there in the first place. He couldn’t deny his curiosity, but he was just as much a skeptic as any other.

Taehyung, not waiting for them to decide, strode up the hill. Jungkook quickly followed suit until the others were left with no choice but to do the same. The fragrant smell of tea and something sweet seemed to linger from the doorway and the aroma eased whatever trepidation they may have had. Maybe this wouldn’t have been as bad as they were imagining it to be.

Upon entering the house, they were all stunned near the entrance. Everything inside the interior of the house was white. The walls. The ceiling. The floor. There wasn’t a single pigment adorning anything on the surface level. However, everything was decorated with flowers of various shades and sizes. The smell nearly overwhelmed Jimin and he quickly covered his mouth to keep an oncoming migraine at bay.

A small calico cat meowed at the appearance of guests intruding on its home. Jungkook and Taehyung immediately attempted to pet the cat, but it danced just out of reach. Instead, it strode to the far corner of the main living room area, sitting down to observe them from afar. It may have been a trick of the light, but Jimin swore the cat was looking directly at him more than the others.

“Don’t mind her,” said the woman as she closed the door, “she’s always been finicky around strangers.”

The woman gestured for them to have a seat wherever they liked just as the kettle whistled with life. The sound of dishes clinking showed that she was busying herself with preparations. The sweet smell of something freshly baked was even more powerful now that they were inside. Jungkook made a comment about it, to which the woman laughed but said nothing more.

It went without saying that the house, itself, was strange. The woman in question was even stranger. No one said anything about it. At least not yet. Jimin could see Yoongi across the room, rifling with what to speak out about in regards to their current situation.

“How did you even find out about this place, Namjoon?” Seokjin asked suddenly. Yoongi looked at him as if he’d read his mind.

Namjoon shrugged as he peered at a large fern hanging from the wall. “I read about it in some magazine article.”

Hoseok blinked. “A magazine article? Really?” He craned his neck to look at the woman as she started pouring tea. “Did you have an interview, Miss?”

“No,” she replied simply, “I haven’t been interviewed by anyone. I rarely get visitors as it is.”

“I see,” Jimin said slowly as he shot Namjoon a dubious look, “makes me wonder what magazine you were nosing through.”

He watched Namjoon’s expression change to one clearly offended. “You make it sound like I was reading porn.” He folded his arms across his chest. “It was just some magazine a friend gave to me while we were hanging out. Figured it would be a cool place to go check out.”

“So you dragged us out here on a whim?” Yoongi arched a brow. “Because of a magazine article, Namjoon-ah?”

“Come now. There’s no need for such hostility.” The woman approached them, carrying a large tray with tea and small butter cookies. “As I said, I rarely get visitors and your energy really livens up the place.”

Jungkook took the tray from her and bowed his head, even though she still had her eyes closed. “We’re sorry to intrude.”

She gestured to the large table off to the right. While the others sat in the chairs, he shook his head some. He didn’t remember the table being there earlier. Or had his mind been playing tricks on him while he was focused on something else?

The woman waited for them all to take a seat before slowly sitting down at the head of the table. With a wide flourish, she lifted her right arm up. As the bell of her sleeve slid down, revealing her pale skin, there was a large deck of cards clasped between her fingers. Some of his friends gasped in delightful surprise and even Taehyung clapped. Seokjin flashed an open-mouthed grin as he lifted the cup to his lips. Hoseok blinked curiously, his eyes full of wonder as to what would happen next. Jimin merely folded his arms across his chest, not really impressed but not dismissive either.

“I do not read fortunes so much as I read futures.” She placed the deck on the table, spreading the large cards out in a semi-circle in front of her. “Are any of you familiar with Tarot?”

As far as Jimin knew, none of them were really into the occult. Things regarding fortunes were often told through talismans and rice or even bowls of water. Cards weren’t really used and talismans were only brought out for exorcisms. These were all things that Jimin didn’t believe in to begin with. Superstitious practices were coupled with customs that all Koreans performed out of habit and from being raised in certain household environments that kept true to the old ways.

Again, Jimin just didn’t buy into that sort of nonsense.

The woman smiled warmly when a few replied that they did not, in fact, know about Tarot. “Wonderful,” she said as she gently clapped her hands together, “then you’re all in for a treat. Can I ask that you all please choose a card from the pile?”

Each of them looked to the other, before shrugging. Jungkook was the first to grab a card, followed by Taehyung. One by one, they all picked a card, with Jimin being the last to pull from the deck.

“Now, I want you all to place your card face up on the table.”

They each did as they were asked. The woman waited, her eyes closed, but it seemed like she was able to see regardless. She made little noises, nodding her head a few times, and then paused when she looked in Jimin’s direction. He didn’t know what card he was looking at, but it must have been something interesting enough to cause the woman to not say anything. Instead, she placed a finger on her chin and tapped it a few times. Her full lips formed into a small ‘O’ before shifting into a smirk.

“Well, well,” she finally said, folding her hands in her lap, “it seems that all of you have pretty good luck.” She turned her head to face Jimin, her elegant smile still present. “All except you. You have the worst luck of them all.”

His friends all turned to face him and his cheeks instantly grew hot, both from embarrassment and outrage. How could she determine something like that from a simple card draw?!

Not willing to accept her words at face value, Jimin scoffed loudly. “What makes you say that?”

She picked up his card and held it up so he could see it. “This is The Tower. It signifies a sudden change that is to occur, one that is completely outside of your control.”

He arched a single brow. “So?”

Again, the woman’s smile remained. “It means that you, a man who takes pride in your level of control, is about to have that control stolen from you.” Her smile widened a small measure. “And that pride of yours will be shattered as well.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “That’s insane.”

“Is it?” She gave a slight tilt of her head. “As someone as practical and rational as yourself, are you certain that you would not break if such a thing were to occur?” The woman placed the card among the pile, grabbing for the others, and then shuffled them in a wide circle. She gestured to Jimin, then to the pile. “Draw again, please.”

“Whatever,” he said, reaching for the pile and picking up a card. When he looked at it, his eyes widened. “What the hell is this?” Jimin stared at the woman, watching her smile grow a fraction more. It was like she already knew what he’d drawn.

He drew The Tower once more.

“See? I told you that you have the worst luck of them all.” Jimin was too flabbergasted to come up with a decent rebuttal. Instead, he could only watch the woman take the card back and place it back into the pile. Her hands shuffled the cards once more. She picked up a card and turned it face up on the table. “The Wheel of Fortune is what you fear. You fear change because change means having to adjust your current way of thinking; your current outlook on life. You also take many things for granted, but most people do.” She turned to face him again. “You fool yourself into believing that you don’t, smothering your selfish desires down in the hopes of keeping them hidden from those closest to you.”

Jimin balked, unable to process everything this woman was saying. Who did she think she was? She didn’t know him! She didn’t know how he thought or of the struggles he had to endure in order to get this far in his life. He was young and still had more things to experience; to learn. But that didn’t mean he was some bump on a log. He knew that due diligence and perseverance mattered when achieving a goal. Focusing on those goals was what led to dreams being reality.

Nothing came from simply sitting around idly and doing nothing. And in that case, Jimin didn’t believe in luck either.

He didn’t even bother stifling the laugh that burst out of him. It startled his friends, because they knew that laugh. It wasn’t a joyous sound. No.

It was an angry one.

“You’ve got some nerve, Lady,” he said, narrowing his eyes, “you don’t even know me. And what? You think flipping over a few cards means you can tell me all about my life? Like you’ve been there to see any of it? Don’t fucking kid yourself!”

“J-Jimin-ah,” called Hoseok gently, trying to get Jimin to calm down a little.

But it was too late. Jimin was furious.

Because what right did this woman have to expose him like that in front of his friends? His struggles were his own. His merits were his own. No one had a right to them because Jimin worked hard to get where he was. He was still working hard to maintain it. Winding up purposeless and with no drive was a nightmare he wouldn’t even dream of suffering through.

At the end of the day, who gave a damn about smelling the roses? Enjoying the little things in life didn’t erase the reality that he had to face. Small indulgences like being with his friends was more for them than for him. Because, in the end, he would have to deal with his problems by himself. No one else would be able to help him and, as such, he ultimately couldn’t rely on anyone but himself.

For the first time since they arrived, the woman’s smile fell. She even looked a little disappointed. “It truly is a shame you feel that way.” Shaking her head, she picked up another card and held it up to show Jimin. “And because of that, because of your lack of trust in others, as well as your own guarded selfishness, this is your fate.”

He glared at the words on the card, only to realize that she was holding it upside down. He quickly deciphered the backwards writing, then blinked in confusion.

It was The Hermit.

“You have lost your way, Jimin Park. You have deluded yourself into believing you have a purpose when, in fact, you do not understand your true purpose at all.”

Jimin’s gaze met the woman’s, causing him to shift back harshly in the chair. The legs scraped loudly on the floor, the noise sending an unpleasant chill to spread throughout his entire body. It wasn’t the fact that she knew his name, even though it wasn’t given in its entirety. That wasn’t what startled him.

It was her eyes.

Her eyes were finally open, revealing swirls of purple and blue the likes of which he’d never seen before. The house began to shake violently, causing the tea cups to rattle off the table and crash to the floor. When he looked around, he realized that his friends were gone. Only he was alone with the woman and he stood up quickly, forcing the chair to fall to the floor. The woman, however, remained seated. She seemed unaffected by what was happening and all Jimin could do was look around helplessly as he yelled for his friends who, for all intents and purposes, vanished into thin air.

“And until you are able to truly understand who you are, you will never be able to become who you are meant to be.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he snarled at her. “And what did you do with my friends?!”

“You will be alone. Isolated. For as long as it takes.” Her eyes narrowed. “Until you recognize your mistakes. Until you can see beyond your own desires. The world that you’ve never bothered to give a second glance will now ignore you in return.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn’t fully understand what that meant, but Jimin had an idea and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“And the day that it finally looks back at you, that will be the moment when you will have to make a choice. You will have to choose between the world...or yourself.”

And before Jimin could question what she meant by those ominous words, an array of colors burst forth from around her, nearly blinding him. He shielded his eyes, crying out into the void, before being swallowed up into a swirling galaxy of stars and nebulas. A place where he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he would be alone.

That he would be alone for a very long time.

Pain.

Hurt.

Everything hurt.

Jimin could feel himself fighting with it, struggling to climb to the surface of his consciousness. He was at the precipice of it. He knew he was so close to reaching that moment where he would be able to process everything. Most likely it would hit him all at once, but it was better than drowning in the darkness. So deeply submerged that there was little chance of him escaping.

There was warmth. And sound. A steady, rhythmic beat that seemed to rest along his skin. It was muffled at first, until it became clearer with each passing second.

It was a beeping sound.

His brows furrowed and a low groan escaped his throat. Rustling noises came from both sides and he finally managed to open his eyes. Everything came into focus all at once, including the bright light that nearly blinded him. Jimin squinted and lifted one arm to shield his face from the intruding brightness. 

“Jimin!”

“Jimin-ah!”

“Hyung!”

As he continued to shield his face, Jimin wrestled with the familiar voices. He was in pain, but it wasn’t in the way that he could remember it. Shouldn’t his shoulder have been hurting more than it was? And he remembered drifting off somewhere. Was he sleeping? Had it all been a dream?

“Don’t go!” shouted Bree as she tried to jump and reach for him, but he was too far away.

Was this really the end?

“I love you!” Jimin yelled suddenly, causing Bree to stop her attempts to pull him back.

She blinked up at him. “J-Jimin…”

A sad smile formed on his lips. This was inevitable. There was nothing they could do to stop this. He was going back to his own time now; to his own world.

“I love you so much…”

Bree gasped, covering her mouth. But when it seemed he would pass through the ceiling, she lowered her hands and flashed the same sad smile back up to him.

“…I love you too.”

Gasping, Jimin bolted upright and clawed at the air. His eyes, wide and full of tears, burned as colors flooded his vision. “BREE!”

Hands gripped at his shoulders, attempting to push him back down onto the plush surface he was resting on. Jimin struggled against them, his shoulders jerking in either direction as he yelled and bucked his hips off the mattress. Everyone called his name, trying to get him to calm down, but this made him rage against them further. He could feel the vein bulging near his neck as his eyes strained from the pressure building up behind them.

His eyes focused on those around him; familiar faces. His friends. They were all clearly worried about him, some even a little apprehensive about his response after just waking up. But the image of Bree wouldn’t leave the forefront of his mind. 

“L-Let go of me!” he shouted, lunging his upper body forward. “LET ME GO!”

A nurse swiftly pushed through his friends, pulling out a needle and injecting it into his IV. It didn’t take long for the sedative to work, Jimin’s vision growing cloudy. But he could tell it wasn’t meant to knock him out. His thundering heartbeat settled slowly and a heavy weight forced him to push his body back into the plush cushions. After the nurse whispered something to Seokjin, the others quickly surrounded him but made sure not to crowd him too much.

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed slowly, his shoulders tense as he wrangled with what to say. “...Hyung?”

He blinked slowly as he rolled his neck to look at him. “J-Jungkook-ah?” Jimin shifted his gaze to Taehyung. “What’s going on?”

“You passed out,” Taehyung murmured, draping a hand along the back of his neck, “so we took you to the hospital.”

Jimin licked his lips as he rubbed at one of his eyes. “How long have I been out?”

“A couple of hours,” Namjoon answered, causing Jimin to jump slightly, “not too long.”

He’d only been out for a few hours? That couldn’t have been right. Years went by as he traveled through all those different places! It didn’t seem feasible that he’d only been knocked out for mere hours.

Again, he tried to sit up. This time, Hoseok helped him so he could get more comfortable. “What about that woman?” His gaze met Hoseok’s and he noted the confusion etched on his friend’s face. “What happened?”

Hoseok tilted his head slightly. “What woman?” Jimin frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“That witch-shaman-fortune teller lady!” Jimin looked between all of his friends and they looked just as puzzled as Hoseok. What was going on?! “We went to the mountains to get our fortunes read, and--”

“No,” stressed Yoongi as he folded his arms across his chest, “we were about to board the train for Gwangju and you passed out at the terminal.”

Jimin’s heart skipped, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “W-What?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “The train?”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as he nodded. “Yeah. We were going to Gwangju for a few days to start off Summer Break, remember?”

Pain hummed behind Jimin’s eyes. He pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead in an attempt to settle his nerves. They hadn’t gone to the mountains. They hadn’t met that woman who cursed him, trapping him in that house and sending him into an unexpected journey. They never even left Seoul!

So, it’s really broken, he thought, his hand moving to cover his mouth while staring at the bed sheets, I’m really back.

Bree’s smiling face flashed in his mind as she held Juno in her arms. What happened to them? Were they stuck in the house in his place? Had he condemned them to his fate once his curse was lifted?

An overwhelming sense of guilt exploded across his chest, causing Jimin to cover his face with his hands as he openly sobbed into them. He felt his brothers’ comforting embraces holding him as he cried. He knew they were probably thinking that Jimin was just confused and disoriented and, in truth, he was. 

But the true pain that seeped throughout his entire body was the thought of leaving Bree to suffer what was once his fate...alone.

Days bled into weeks. It was one giant blur for Jimin. After getting over his disorientation, he was able to regain some functionality in his daily life. His friends insisted they cancel their trip to Gwangju and just stay in Seoul, but Jimin said there wasn’t a need. He didn’t want to ruin their holiday because of his dysfunctionalism and he probably needed the break himself. After so many years of not working, studying, and even doing anything remotely productive during his travels, Jimin wasn’t sure if he was ready to get back into the swing of things.

After they returned from their trip, he contacted his advisors and professors to let them know he would be taking the semester off after he turned in his assignments. He was barely able to struggle through his paper and he couldn’t even remember what his term paper was initially about anymore. Sure, he’d left himself notes and even written an outline, but his head was jumbled with too many other concerns to focus on school.

His parents were extremely disappointed with his decision to withdraw from school, but Jimin couldn’t bring himself to change his mind. If it was still taking him over a month to remember what year it was, he knew he would just stress himself out in the middle of his classes. He needed a break. He needed something else to focus his attention on while also allowing himself to feel productive in the meantime. Jimin wasn’t giving up on school completely, but he knew that it just wasn’t for him right now.

He moved back to Busan to be closer to his family and to also help his grandmother with her rice cake shop. She was beyond ecstatic for the company and this allowed her time to pay more attention to her own health. Kneading dough and the smell of rice powder brought a sense of calm to Jimin’s routine. Meeting and interacting with customers, as well as doing research to help bolster sales, allowed him to momentarily forget the loneliness he felt.

But at night, everything always came back full circle. Jimin often had night terrors filled with visions of Bree blaming him for abandoning her; for leaving her behind in that perpetually never ending cycle. Jimin may have gotten used to it, but the inability to escape his prison, a prison he’d brought upon himself, was a concept he was sure would drive anyone mad.

If I left her there like that…

He could never finish the thought that followed swiftly after waking up from a nightmare. Jimin was too afraid to finish it. Because giving it a voice, even a silent one, would mean that there was a chance it would come true.

Every day and every night, Jimin thought about looking for Bree. But he honestly didn’t know where to start his search. Looking for her by name was one thing, but he couldn’t imagine how many “Brianna Larkins” would turn up. He didn’t have much money so hiring a private investigator was almost out of the question. It wasn’t like he lived in the new millennium where the internet and smartphones were regular things. This was the only thing that granted him a bit of solace, knowing he returned to only a decade after her time.

But who was to say that Bree was actually a person of the 80s? Just because her friends happened to have an 80's radio? For all he knew, they could have just been a bunch of trendy hipsters who wanted to seem eclectic by having an old-fashioned portable radio. Jimin traveled enough through the past and future to know that a person couldn’t always judge everything at face value.

What if she wasn’t even born yet?

These, and many other anxieties, haunted Jimin at almost every turn. Taehyung often visited him when he had the chance, as did the others, but nothing could chase away the panic-induced terror that threatened to suffocate him each and every single night.

His grandmother finally suggested that he see a therapist. Mental health wasn’t a strongly advocated subject at the time, but anything was better than falling into a tailspin of depression he wouldn’t be able to escape from. There were specialists in Busan, but the best psychiatrists were in Seoul. Taehyung supported his need for some kind of medical attention, even if it meant just sitting down and talking to someone unrelated to him. 

Jimin set his first appointment for the following week.

He didn’t think he’d be this nervous. 

After filling out all the paperwork, Jimin found himself wringing his hands together as he waited for someone to call him to the back. Taehyung and Yoongi both recommended this particular clinic because of the well-known specialists who hailed from different parts of the world and practiced medicine internationally. He wasn’t one to knock something until he tried it. Or at least that was how he felt he was now . Jimin was pretty confident his old self would never have entertained the idea of seeing a psychiatrist.

There was a first time for everything. Even this.

He fiddled with some magazines until he was called. Something to keep his hands busy. Part of him wanted to bolt out of the door and never look back. There was an old part of him that lingered in the deep recesses of his mind. About how this was just all in his head and he would just need some time to get over it. 

But he’d spent years in isolation. Regardless of whether it was in his own head or not wasn’t the point. Those moments were real to him and the mind was a powerful thing. The pain he felt was real to him. The feelings he experienced were real to him.

In essence, that was all that mattered.

I can’t keep running from this, he thought as he clenched his fists together, running is what got me into trouble in the first place.

“Park Jimin-ssi?” He lifted his head to see the receptionist waving at him. “The doctor will see you now.”

Standing, Jimin moved to the door as it opened and the receptionist smiled as she held a clipboard to her chest. She gestured for him to follow behind her and they walked down a small corridor. She opened the door before he could see the name on the outside, ushering him to go inside.

“The doctor will be with you shortly,” she said, bowing her head slightly, “would you like some tea?”

Jimin bowed his head awkwardly in return. “Uh, yes, please. Thank you.”

She bowed again. “Of course. I’ll be right back. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She closed the door gently behind her and Jimin slowly sat down on the couch in front of a large glass and metal desk. It was littered with various books, mostly fairy tales and some self-help books. Others were reference materials and even subjects alluding to science fiction. Jimin couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. It reminded him of the months he spent with Bree, studying various texts to get even a vague idea of what his circumstances entailed. 

She’d been so selfless in wanting to help him. There was nothing to gain from doing so. All she wanted was for him to be able to return to his family; to his own world.

Again, the phantom ache of guilt pounded against his chest, causing Jimin to absentmindedly rub at it. He was here so he could put a voice to the remorse that ripped through him. Letting it eat away and fester inside wasn’t going to help things. There was no way to get back to Bree, but he wanted to believe that she hadn’t met the same fate.

Wanting to find something to distract his thoughts, he peered at the walls of the room and admired some of the paintings that decorated the doctor’s office. Some were simple ones - replicas of Monet’s work and some of Dali. But what gave Jimin pause was the silver-framed picture sitting on the doctor’s desk. 

It was a picture of a calico cat playing around in the flowers. The letters monogrammed on the lower half of the frame had Jimin’s jaw dropping.

JUNO

Suddenly, the door opened and Jimin jumped to his feet. His eyes focused on the person now in the room, but their back was to him. Her attire was simple, comfortable, but she still carried an air of professionalism. Her thick auburn curls were pulled into a low ponytail and silver hoops dangled from her ears. The door latch catching sounded like muffled cannon fire in his ears. 

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Jimin Park,” she said, her voice laced with amusement; a voice he could never forget, “I like your name. I’m Doctor Brianna Larkins.” She turned around, a smile still on her face, but it fell instantly when her eyes locked with his.

Jimin could hardly believe what he was seeing. Even the loud clatter of her clipboard hitting the ground wasn’t enough to rattle his thoughts. Bree continued to stand by the door as Jimin remained where he was near the couch. 

For a while, neither of them moved. Jimin was too scared. He was afraid of what would happen the very moment he took a step forward. Would everything fizzle into smoke before his eyes? Would he lose her again?

And just like the last time, Bree was the one to speak first. 

“J-Jimin…”

Her eyes were full of unshed tears and Jimin’s own vision began to wobble. “B-Bree?”

He watched her tears fall and he felt like the universe was being created at that moment, her smile so radiant that he couldn’t believe that he was the reason for it. Not even for a second. 

Jimin soaked in her presence. She was older now. Of course she was. Even though he was the older one when they’d first met, it was clear that time hadn’t frozen for her. She was there with him, in his own time. Bree wasn’t trapped in his prison, made to suffer for his own transgressions.

He didn’t care about the why or the how. Jimin only cared that she was there with him and not traveling through space and time alone. She was free. They were free.

Rushing forward, Jimin closed the distance between them. His chest slammed up against hers and he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. They both let out a sob at the same time and he could feel her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder blades. Their bodies shook from the emotions overwhelming them until their legs could no longer hold them up. Sinking to the floor, Jimin cradled the back of her head in his hand as they cried their hearts out in each other’s arms.

“27. And you?”

“32.” She laughed while shaking her head. “Goddamn, I’m old.”

“You’re not old.” He brushed a stray curl back and tucked it behind her ear. “You still look the same, even now.”

Bree rolled her eyes. “Whatever, you’re crazy.” She was still smiling.

Jimin squeezed her hand as they sat on the couch together. He was too afraid of letting her hand go, worried that she might disappear when he did. She must have felt the same, because she didn’t try to pull away from him. Not even once.

After they’d calmed down a bit, Bree suggested that they at least look like they were having a session. The last thing she wanted was for the receptionist to come in and see them both hysterical messes on the floor. When she collected the clipboard and placed it on her desk, the receptionist brought Jimin his tea and swiftly left the room. 

He cupped her cheek with his palm, turning her face toward him. It was true. To him, she hadn’t aged a single bit. She still had the same healthy brown tint to her skin, her former dark curls were dyed a deep shade of red that he liked, and her eyes held a hint of the hazel glow he remembered. Her cheeks were tinted a soft pink, probably because he was staring so intently at her but he couldn’t help himself. Jimin pinched his forearm to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming and Bree smacked his hand, forcing him to pout.

“Hey!”

She frowned. “Stop that. You’re going to give yourself bruises.”

He huffed. “It doesn’t matter.” Jimin twirled his fingers through the lower half of her curls. “...I still can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I,” Bree whispered, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, “I was beginning to think I’d dreamed the whole thing.”

“I don’t blame you.” Jimin’s brows furrowed as he leaned in a little closer. “For me, it’s only been a few months. But for you, it’s been years.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his. “Fourteen, to be exact.”

Jimin pressed his forehead against hers, cradling her face in his hands as he closed his eyes. “God, I am so sorry, Bree…”

Bree lightly patted his cheek, pulling back a bit to look at him. “Sorry for what? In what way was any of that your fault?” She shook her head before flashing him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad that you were able to get back to your own time.”

He nodded in agreement, albeit reluctantly. “So, why psychiatry?’ 

“Truthfully? I did it for myself. After everything that happened, I was a little worried I’d gone mental or something.” Bree laughed, as if she’d just flubbed up the colors in a coloring book. “But as time went on, I wanted to believe that I’d see you again. And if you were half as messed up as I was, then you were going to need someone to help you through it.”

It felt like a lead weight collapsed into his stomach. Even after everything, she was still looking out for him. Bree hadn’t given up on the idea that they would reunite. Whatever her dreams and goals were prior to their meeting, she shifted gears and changed her life, hoping that chance would bring them just a little bit closer.

Jimin laughed, covering his face with his hand. “You don’t know the half of it,” he said, his shoulders trembling, “it’s been absolute hell trying to readjust.” He lowered his hand and looked at her. “Though, I guess a good portion of my nightmares will stop now that I’ve seen you again.”

Bree nodded, brushing some of the fringe from his forehead. “The other half will just take some time.” She grinned cheekily at him. “And now that I’m a licensed professional, you’re guaranteed to get better.”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled Bree a little closer until their noses were barely touching. “I can’t wait for you to tell me everything that’s happened. Fourteen years is a long time.” 

“It is. And Juno is going to give you a stern talking to.” 

He raised his brows. “I can’t believe she’s still around.”

Bree shrugged. “She’s stubborn. That and I think it took some time for her body to get back in sync with the whole aging process.” She smirked. “That’s just my best educated guess though. I’m no scientist.”

Leaning forward, Jimin gently pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her full lips. He heard her gasp, felt her taking in a sharp breath, and then moved his mouth to brush over her cheeks and nose. Her hand grasped for his wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. He paused at her forehead, his lips barely touching her skin there. Even after all this time, she still smelled the same. Her lips tasted the same.

Like cherries. 

“I missed you,” Jimin whispered, his voice shaking a measure, “I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” She leaned her head back to peer at his face, his vision of her blurring slightly from the tears collecting in his eyes. “I missed you too, Jimin.”

“I live in Busan now.” His smile fell a bit. “But...but I can come to Seoul any time.”

She grinned. “And I’m a therapist, Jimin. I can move my practice anywhere.”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head but his smile returned. “I run a rice cake shop with my grandmother. I kinda like it. I think you might like it too.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

Taking a breath, Jimin sealed his lips over hers and pressed his body across her own. She fell back against the couch and he wrapped one arm around her waist, practically pulling her into his lap. Her hands fell along his shoulders as he took every single moment given to him to nip, pull, and lavish his affections on her lips. They would be swollen from his attention, but he didn’t care. No matter how many years would pass by after that moment, he would never get tired of the taste of her mouth; of cherry lip balm.

Breaking the kiss, he quickly wiped at the tears on Bree’s face. She laughed, using the sleeve of her coat to do the same for him. He gave her little pecks to the mouth before pulling her into his arms once more - the steady cadence of her beating heart matching his own.

Craning his neck, he buried his face into her hair as she held him just as tightly against her. “...now that we have the time.”

Time that would never be taken advantage of ever again.

[ickymichi]

𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

<3 summary: you didn’t know you were failing that badly for him to make you stay back. but you weren’t complaining when he brought you to his office and locked the door.

<3 word count: 3.5k

<3 warnings: nsfw, swearing, soft levi and fluff at then end cause we love soft levi in this house.

<3 nsfw warnings: age gap(reader is of age), degradation, spanking, hair pulling, male oral reciving.

<3 note: this was requested by @jahanaraaaa and i just had to write it straight away cause it sent me into my monthly levi brianrot. tysm for the request & wait my dear i loved it so so much.<//3 but if you enjoyed please like n’ reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

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The noise of his expensive dress shoes clicking as he moved across and black the laminate floor and his deep monotone voice was slowly putting you and others to sleep. But you had to fight it because you didn’t fancy getting an earful from your professor Mr. Ackerman. Well maybe you would, it’s no lie he’s extremely attractive and you’ve always had an attraction to men older than you. His bare ring finger gave you evidence that he probably wasn’t seeing anyone so it didn’t make you feel guilty about your not so little crush on the man.

“that’s it for today then, and don’t forget the assignment this time. Looking at you yeager.” His deep voice shook you from your daydream and the class was already over. ‘perfect this was the last one! Get me to be-’ “(y/n) stay back, I need a word”. Huh? Did he notice you falling in and out of sleep? we’re you failing his class? Well probably he always gave such difficult class test every week. But was it bad enough for him to make you stay behind?

Packing up your things you made your way down the small steps to where he leant against his wood desk. “you wanted to talk to me sir?”. You spoke with you arms folded, quite frankly annoyed he ruined your plans to sleep for the rest of the day- but also intrigued in what he wanted. you lifted your gaze from checking the time on your phone to his face when you didn’t get an answer. The action was a mistake because you were met with his steel silver eyes looking back at you and the sleeves of his dress shirt straining against his biceps and across his chest made him look irresistible. Shit he definitely saw you staring earlier, shit shit sh- “come with me.” He suddenly spoke up and pushed himself off his desk to walk in-front of you and towards the door at the side of the room. Quickly you followed his long strides, Not knowing where you were going but in the moment you didn’t really care.

Finally he stopped in-front of a door and unlocked it before stepping aside to let you in. walking to one of the two seats sitting before the large wooden desk you sat one one of them and waiting for him to take his place behind the desk. Hearing the click of the lock made you jump slightly and turn around to see him making his way to you with one hand in his pocket. “don’t look so excited, just having a little chat is all.” Fuck is it that noticeable? Well with the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, how your skirt riding up slightly and you don’t move to fix it, it definitely is. “so then, any idea why I went to the trouble of taking my free time to bring you here?”. Why is he acting like you asked for this? “I dunno Mr. Ackerman, maybe is it that you just love chatting to me?.” You could physically see his eyebrow twitch, moving to place his elbow on the arm of the chair and rest his face against his palm he sighed quiet loudly. “maybe I should’ve payed more attention to that attitude of yours”. You bring a hand to your chest and put on your best fake ‘what? Me?’ face. “me? Have an attitude? you’ve got the wrong student i’m afraid, i’ve always been the teachers pet i’ll have you know”.

You swore he was trying to stare right through you with how intense his gaze was. Sighing again he used his foot to slightly sway is leather chair. “listen (y/n) only reason i’m on your ass with the grades is cause Principal Smith is one mine about them.” Scoffing slightly you look off to the side for a moment before looking back at him. “why does he of all people care about my grades out of everyone in this place.” Not wating a second after you finished your sentence he butted in: “cause you used to be a top student only a month ago, now all of a sudden they’re coming out your ass. Care to let me know why?” “Dunno, a girl has priorities and frankly my grades aren’t one of them.” You huffed and crossed your arms back over your chest and pushing up your tits slightly. It was quick, but you seen his eyes flick down to your chest and back up.

“listen (y/n) i wanna go home just as much as you do and i’m not in the mood, so how ‘bout you just try harder when the next test comes around and i’ll try my best to give you the highest I can ‘kay?”. He truly did all seem concerned and all the times you’d fall asleep in his class, cheat on his tests or just not turn in assignments started coming to you along with the guilt of it all. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop your little cat and mouse game. “i’m gonna need a bit more convincing than that sir, it’s easier said than done y’know.” Raising an eyebrow at your comment his adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he fixes his suddenly tight collar. “what do you mean convincing?, what do you have in mind?.” He questions, moving the chair to face it in your direction. Spreading his legs, leaning back and bringing one hand to run it through his black hair.

“oh professor! That sounds so, so scandalous! Didn’t think you were the type.” You seen slight snarl on his face before he turned to look at the bookshelf to his left. “tch, shut it brat, you hinted at it. And don’t think i don’t see the way you stare all class long.” He smirks at the end of his sentence, watching your eyes widened before you send him back your own quirk up of your lips. “oooh? You finally noticed huh? Gahhh it took you long enough.” Waving a hand around and turning your face to the side. “Get over here now.” “Hmm? What was tha-” “I said, get the fuck over now.”

The way his voice went down on octave and his stern gaze had you getting up and walking over to him like an obedient dog to its owner. Now standing between his spread legs your hands went to run across his shoulders and chest without you even thinking. They got lower and lower until they tugged at his belt. He took your two wrists into one and pulled you into his frame. “get down.” The short, but demanding command brought a quiet whimper from your mouth and had him chuckling in your face. Lowering down to sit on your knees , resting your hands on his strong thighs. You looked up to see him looking straight back, he always looked intimidating-but from this angle, it felt like he was burning holes through you. “hurry it up ‘teacher’s pet’” his deep voice, with a mocking sultry tone at the end, went straight to in between your legs, making you turn to hide your face. He bucked his knee up slightly to get your attention and silently tell you to actually hurry.

Rubbing up and down his thighs a few times, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. The sight of his strained bulge in his slacks had you reaching for his belt, pulling it out through the loops and down onto the ground by your sore knees. His zipper and button came undone with ease along with you pulling down his trousers to his mid thigh, just enough to pull his cock from its tight confinement. He hissed slightly at the brisk air and your soft hand wrapped around him so suddenly. Humming at his reaction you didn’t waste another second and let a drop of spit fall onto the tip, waiting for it to meet your fist before setting his cock with the salvia. You saw his grip on the arm of the chair get tighter, so putting him out of his misery, you took him into your mouth and pushed your head down as far as you could before your gag reflex stopped you. “jesus (y/n), fuck do it again.” His scary n’ intimidating resolve crumbling right in front of you just made you want to see the other side of your professor even more. doing as he told you, you pulled back for a short second before bringing his cock back in and down your throat, holding it for as long as you could. The groan he let out sounded like an angel was above you, making your eyes roll back, throat tightening around him. Anyone would notice how hard he’s holding back from nestling his hands in your hair and fucking up into your mouth, and you did.Wanting to feel him grip your hair, you took his hands from the arms of the chair and placed them on the back of your head. He didn’t wait for you to get used to the feeling of them in your hair before he planted his feet down and used your throat as his own personal fleshlight. “that’s it bitch, suck my fucking cock, choke on it, there you go.” he took one hand from the back of your head and pinched your nose, cutting of your breathing and stilling his cock in the back of your throat, not listening to the hits you were giving his thighs.

All that could be heard in the spacious room was the wet gagging of your throat and his strangled grunts. Waiting and waiting for him to warn you he was about to cum- but it never came, all that did was your head roughly getting ripped from his cock. Once you could breathe probably you started coughing from the lack of air going into your lungs. “a-are you. You okay?” he asked with a bit of concern in his voice that made your chest swell. Giving him a small nod he hummed and lifted you to straddle him. “go ahead and strip for me” growing more impatient for the need for him inside you, you got straight to ridding your body of it’s clothes. Just being left in your panties, Levi looked down to see the soft pink lace with a small bow on the front grinding over his aching hard on. “please sir, can you fuck me now.” That name, that name is what did it for him. He brought his larger hands to the flesh of your ass and ripped the panties from the back and threw them to the floor.

The man didn’t even give you time to react before he lifted you slightly and pushed himself inside your tight heat. You weren’t going to lie- he was definitely bigger than you thought, especially for a man of his height. His bruising grip on your waist and the feel of sinking down on his cock had you whimpering and reaching for his broad shoulders. “s-sir more need more.” His strong chest shook with the deep chuckle he responded with. “a bit greedy don’t we think?” “don’t care, want you sir plea-ah!” he cut off your begging with a harsh slap to your ass and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. It all came at once and you feel into his chest panting. “c’mon brat, do the rest yourself since you want it so badly.” His demanding and teasing tone returned as he leaned back to watch you.

Lifting your knees up as much as you could till just the tip remained in you, and then you slammed back down onto his thighs. The action ripped moans from both of you in sync and had you repeating the cycle for another while. Levi thinks to himself for a short second, ‘what is he doing, why is he doing this?’ but you loud moan shook him from the thoughts and threw them out the window. The mix of the leather rubbing against your knees and the sweat on your skin started to make it harder for you to bounce desperately on his cock.

As if he could sense what your thinking, he reached around and under to rest his hands on the underside of your ass and stood up, holding you in his strong arms. He made it look effortless, how he could hold you up and walk to the wall behind his desk. “S-sir fuck wait”. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to feel more of you, feel you cum around him and feel you squirm when he fills you up. “you didn’t wanna wait earlier did you? Didn’t wait a second when you had the- fuuck- chance did you? Just a fucking whore for me that’s all you are. A hole for me to use” His words were laced with venom, spat right into your ear by his mouth along with the stinging slap to your ass. Desperate to feel more of him, you dig your fingers into his shoulders, the skin hidden my his baby blue dress shirt as he lifted you up and back down with the brute strength of his arms.

Levi couldn’t hold it back much longer he needed to see you a shaking dumb little mess for him. He hoisted you so he could turn around and place you on the edge of the desk. You wanted to finally get a good look at the man that was giving you the pleasure you waited so long for, leant back on your forearms you could finally see Levi Ackerman in all his glory. The light from the two windows behind him shone in rays through the blinds and bouched off the exposed skin of his chest where he unbuttoned his shirt, the light flush to his cheeks and the jet black hair sticking to his forehead. It all made him look angelic before you, and you just couldn’t peel your eyes off him. He noticed the slight trance you were in and gave a particularly hard thrust that kissed at your cervix. It straight away snapped you out of the gaze and threw your head back with a loud moan. “fuck sir please don’t sto- hah! Wanna cum on y’ cock please please” moans spilled from you in tangent with his hips meeting your own. “such dirty fuckin’ words for a teachers pet hm? Should teach you some manners next time. But go ahead you wanna, hnngh, cum that badly do it for me darlin’”. There was too much for your fucked out brain to dissolve in the one sentence. Next time? Did he want to do this again? Did he mean to call you that name?. you didn’t care- you didn’t in the moment, all that matters was making him get you to the edge then watch him crumble himself. “yes sir m’gonna cum for you h-hard fuck fuck ahh m’ cummin oh my go- Levi!”

You didn’t mean to call him that, you really didn’t, it just slipped out in the midst of your orgasm ripping through you in waves. But he definitely didn’t miss it, his rhythm faltered for a short second but he seen you were still riding your high so he brushed it aside to keep you seeing stars, and trying to get there himself. “shit (y/n) that’s it, fuck you look- feel so good think i’m close” he grunted, watching you fall apart under him. He needed to feel deeper inside you. Grabbing your ankles from his waist, he brought them to his shoulders and kept up his erratic pace.

You had only come down and he still hadn’t let up. It was starting to tether on the edge of pain and pleasure and you didn’t know how long you could keep going. “No, no Le-sir please I cant can’t anymore fuck!” the moan he let slip out had him turning to hide his face in your calf. “shhh just- jesus christ, a bit longer ‘kay m’ nearly there baby you gonna take it all when I fill you up like the cumdump you are.” He struggled to get the sentence out, biting back more moans. You whimpered at the way the pet name fell from his lips like velvet.

“Sir I think i’m go-”, “‘s not my name princess” you peeked your head from his previous place behind your arm to see his stern stare had returned. “L-Levi..” you said quietly in case you were wrong. “fuck, there we go, now say it again”. His voice had gone deeper and the crease of his eyebrow told you that he was about to follow in your footsteps and reach his high. “Levi I think im, think i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop it’s so good!” he hoped you were right there behind him cause he was himself. “fuck fuck (y/n) cum with me now, fucking cum you greedy little slut.” Flipping you over, he brought a hand to your hair and pulled you up to level with his face, making your back arch in a painful way. “I mean it bitch, be a good girl n’ cum nice n’ hard for your professor while he fills you with his cum.” He pushed your head back down onto the desk with force and brought his free hand to clap on your ass one, two and three times before gripping the tender flesh in his hand, using it as leverage to pound into your clenching cunt. Too much, it was all too much and for the second time you came, gushing around his cock. But this time it came gushing out of you and splashed onto his exposed stomach.”holy shit that’s it you fuckin slut!”. He brought three of his fingers down to dance across your clit and help you ride it out as his hips jerked against yours, his balls tightening and emptying the white spurts to paint your walls.

When you both were well spent he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your twitching pussy. He softly laughed when he used two fingers to push it back in you, seeing you wince as he did. Your whole body was sore and, frankly you don’t think you could move any part of it. Voicing your distress to him, it was like he snapped out of the mean, demanding character and flipped a switch to a caring side you’ve never seen. “here ill help” he brought his arm to under your knees and behind your back to lift and sit you on his chair behind him. “I have some tissue and wipes here for you if you need them, do you.. do you want me to help you get cleaned up?” not having the energy to answer him, you just nodded your head and let him crouch down and wipe away the mixed fluids from your body as gently as he could.

“listen (y/n), do-” “i’m not gonna tell anyone don’t worry, besides why would i? wouldn’t benefit me if did anyway.why? you ashamed we did this?” he looked up at you with wide eyes and took your hand in his. “no, no of course not. I just, just don’t want it getting around. could lose my job y’ know.” He whispered the last part quietly. “yeah I know, but i’m not ashamed or anything either, just so you know.” For the first time, in what you think is probably forever, he smiles softly and looks down at you playing with his fingers. “that’s good to know, and when i said next time, it wasn’t just in the moment, just so you know.” You both laughed at him mocking your words. “your not as scary as you seem Mr. Ackerman” looking and laughing up once again he hid his wide smile behind his hand. “is that so? Well thank you Ms. (L/n).”

you were going to laugh back a retort but just watching his soft, plump lips dance as he spoke and still in a smirk had you moving before you could think and slotted your lips onto his. Shocked, he didn’t react at you falling onto the floor beside him, but after a second he registered what was going on and moved one hand to the back of your head, the other to your bare waist and moved his lips against yours. Pulling away for a breath of air, he looked into the irises of your eyes and spoke up: “you don’t have to say yes of course, but if you’d like, i’d love to bring you to dinner sometime. not just as a professor and student shit, just as two people wanting to get to know each other”. Now it was your turn to freeze up and not know how to react. Going through the current scenario in your head, weighing between the options, you wondered what to say to the awaiting man before you. “I u-um.. i’d love to si- Levi” the way his name slipped from your tongue like honey made him flush and sheepishly look away for a short while. “well then I guess I could find some free time for you.” “yes, i’ll have to find time in my oh so busy schedule aswell Sir”. Both of you fell into a comfortable fit of laughter again in each other’s embrace.

The scene looked rather comical really. You-bare naked- and your-half bare- college professor laughing on the floor of his office, while talking about planning dates. Who would’ve thought failing grades would get you here?.

-End <3 part two? 😳

[cole-grey-writes]

No More Bad Days

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Character(s): Bucky Barnes

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): depression

Request: hi ! how are you? hope you’re having a good day! i was wondering if you could do Platonic imagine? where bucky has a bad day, so the reader cook for him and try to make him happy? thank you

A/n: yaya, this was really fun to write. I tried to do my own hurt bucky x reader in the past but it didn’t turn out well at all and I was completely unhappy with it. Looks like all I needed was for someone else to request it to get the good juices flowing. Hope you enjoy ^~^

Bucky’s sort of like a semi-domestic cat. Its normal for you to not see him for a few days at a time. He likes to spend some time by himself in his apartment when he gets overwhelmed by the world. But, Bucky always comes back and he usually retains contact with you by text. There are some days where Bucky completely cuts all contact with the outside world, however. Those are always the worst days.

When Bucky does come back to you after those days, he always looks worse for wear. So, it's reasonable for you to be very worried when its been about a week since you last saw Bucky.

And Bucky values privacy so you didn’t want to intrude on him and see something he didn’t want you to see. You kept your distance and sent the usual good morning/good night texts, hoping it made a difference in Bucky’s mood.

It’s the fifth day with no Bucky when you get worried enough to actually do something about it.

You wake up on a saturday and check your phone to find out that Bucky hasn’t been reading any of your text messages from the previous days. You sigh and stare at the ceiling, at a loss for what to do.

You throw the covers off your body and go through your apartment to the kitchen, dialling your boss’ number. There’s a beep and it goes to voicemail, meaning they’re probably not in yet. You leave them a voicemail, telling them you can’t come in for the next two days due to illness.

Then you go across the hall to Bucky’s apartment. You knock on his door, but there’s no answer. You knock again, and softly call Bucky’s name. “Bucky?” You have no doubt in your mind that Bucky can hear you. Still, there’s no answer. “Hey, Bucky, I’m, uh… I'm gonna open the door, okay?” when, for the third time, you don't get an answer, you swallow and pull out the key to Bucky’s apartment that he gave you a few months after he moved into the complex.

You enter his apartment quietly. You look around, gasping with a start when you see Bucky peaking around the doorway of the kitchen.

“Hey, Buck,” you greet. The only thing that lets you know Bucky’s acknowledged you is the .2 seconds Bucky lifts his eyes and meets yours. You close the door behind you. “You okay?”

Bucky doesn't answer and plays with his hands instead.

“Um,” you stutter, “you-you weren’t answering, so I let myself in.”

“... I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey,” you say, holding up a hand to stop him. “Don't apologize. You’re fine, I was just worried,” Bucky nods. You take a few steps forward, asking him again if he's okay. He begins to nod before he thinks better of it and shakes his head instead.

“It’s been a bad day.”

“Oh,” you say. Although you don’t know the full extent of his trauma, you know that Bucky’s had a rough past. Bucky told you that he’s been made to do things he will never forgive himself for, and you witness Bucky’s pain mostly in the form of panic attacks and nightmares so you can only imagine all the horrible things in his mind. You’ve always wanted to help, but you’ve never known how. “Okay,” you say, “well, how about, um… maybe you could go shower?”

Bucky doesn’t respond.

“Yeah,” you say, gaining confidence in the idea. “Yeah, a shower would be great for you,” you walk closer, hesitating but putting your hands on Bucky’s arms and rubbing up and down gently. “Showers are relaxing and it would be great to help your mind clear up, don’t you think?”

Bucky doesn’t do anything for a moment, but then nods reluctantly.

“Okay,” you say.

“... okay.”

You chuckle and say, “Okay,” again before ushering Bucky down the hall to the bathroom. “If you need anything at all, just call for me.”

You watch Bucky slowly walk down the wall, sighing.

You’ve never seen Bucky this way. He’s only ever reappeared when the symptoms of an episode are the deep bags under his eyes and his pale, clammy skin. You feel absolutely useless in situations like this. You suppose the only way you can help now is to just be there for him. Also, making food for him because who knows when the last time he ate was.

You search through Bucky’s kitchen for anything that might be suitable for breakfast, but the fridge is almost empty except for spoiling milk and a half filled orange juice container. You shut the fridge and look through the cupboards. There’s nothing in those, either.

You bite your lips, trying to think of something. You might be able to order some food from a diner nearby or something, but you thought better of it because you don’t know how Bucky would react to strangers right now.

You hum thoughtfully, making your way back over to your own apartment and leaving Bucky’s door open so he doesn’t think that you left him alone.

You rush through your apartment while making multiple stops. You grab a carton of eggs, some chocolate chips, cheese, and all the ingredients to make pancakes. You even stop by your living room on the way back out to Bucky’s to grab a movie.

You close the door to Bucky’s apartment with full arms and immediately hear Bucky fearfully calling your name behind the soft sound of the shower going. You set down all the items on the counter, calling after Bucky from down the hall, “Hey, yeah, I’m here!” you tell him. “I just went across the hall to get some things for breakfast.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything before he lets out a quiet, “... Okay.”

“Okay,” you say back. “Don't worry, I’m still in the kitchen,” you don’t get an answer.

You go back to the kitchen to start cooking Bucky breakfast.

Over the next half an hour, you’re able to get through all of the eggs cooking two cheese omelettes, four sunny-side up eggs, and then two pans of scrambled eggs before the water in the bathroom turns off. You start to make the batter for the pancakes while you wait for Bucky to come into the kitchen when he’s done getting dressed. It’s only a few minutes before Bucky appears in the doorway.

“Hey, Buck,” you greet with a smile, even though Bucky doesn’t say anything back. You get back to mixing the batter, not bothered by his silence.

It’s not until you finish making the first pancake before Bucky speaks.

“You shouldn’t waste your time taking care of me,” you sigh heavily, choosing to ignore him and not say anything back. “You don’t have to worry about-”

“Except I do have to worry about you,” you interrupt him, setting down the bowl of batter, frustrated. You turn to Bucky. “You are my friend, Buck, and I care about you.”

Bucky hangs his head, eyes troubled. “It’s not worth it.”

“It is worth it,” you tell him sternly. You sigh, picking your words carefully. “I’ve watched you deal with shit since we’ve met and I regret not stepping in before now. You’re an amazing person, Bucky, and you shouldn’t have to deal with whatever you’re dealing with alone.”

Bucky breaths wetly, knuckles white from where he's gripping the hem of his shirt. He looks up at you for the first time in what feels like forever, his eyes wet. “I care about you, too.”

You smile at him. You spread out your arms and beckon him into a hug. Bucky rushes over, burying his head in your shoulder so much so that you can feel him smile into it, and you wrap your arms around him very tightly.

“No more bad days for you, buddy,” you tell him. “Not while I’m here.”

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you say, patting Bucky on the back before separating. “The pancakes will be done soon, so go sit at the table.”

Bucky gasps, asking with excitement, “Chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Of course,” you snort, picking up the bowl full of batter again. And then you gasp, remembering something. “Oh! I almost forgot, but I brought your favorite movie.”

“The Martian?!”

“Duh, nerd.”

“Thanks, dork.”

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a baker’s day

pairing: kelce smith x baker!reader

word count: 0.7k

warning(s): mentions of dizziness, just fluff 🥰

a/n: my first writing for kelce! i hope to see more of him next season, i want to know more about his character

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Thanks to the holiday season, you were booked and busy. At this time of year, light shone on your passion for baking. Pretty much everyone was aware as well, as growing up you had dreams to start your own bakery one day.

Although that dream hadn’t been fulfilled quite yet, people across the island came to you when in need of a special dish. Your skills in the kitchen were unmatched and truly you didn’t mind making orders. It started with friends and family but quickly expanded, giving you the hope that you could succeed in the food business. In fact the more practice you had, the better.

However during these times, your boyfriend Kelce didn’t seem to think so. From the beginning, he was supportive of your aspirations and encouraged you nonstop. Not to mention being your personal taste-tester, which was an added bonus. Your craft took up a lot of your time and energy, leaving barely any extra for your lonely boyfriend.

In this busy preparation for the holidays, you almost forgot Kelce was coming over. The sound of the doorbell rang through your house, bringing you out of your concentration. Dusting off your hands on your apron, you opened the door to be met with Kelce on the other side. “Hey, babe.”

He returned the hello and chuckled at your sort of messy appearance. A bit of flour on your cheek, a ton more on your apron. You pecked his lips before dragging him by the arm to the kitchen.

“What’s the rush?”

“I have to make sure these cupcakes rise, the Harmon family ordered them and they are counting on me for their Christmas dessert display.”

Kelce looked around at the kitchen island covered in baking supplies and ingredients. “Damn, how many of them are there? You trying to feed the whole island, love?”

You laughed at your boyfriend sarcastically, quickly resuming your work. “No, Kelce, there’s been orders placed for weeks in advance. It’s just now that I’m on a time crunch because I want all of my treats to be fresh.”

He hummed in response, “Well I bet they will be, darling.” Your eyes darted up from your piping bag, your boyfriend’s hand going straight for a snickerdoodle cookie.

As a reflex, you averted his hand away with a sharp smack. “Kelce, no!”

“Ow!” He cried out, retracting his hand immediately. “What was that for?”

“Sorry, baby, but I don’t have any goods to waste.”

“Damn.” He muttered, rubbing his sore hand.

“But, I do have some samples from the batches I made earlier.” You reasoned, setting the large plate of samples in front of him. His expression changed to one of joy, forgetting about the tingling pain in his hand. You laughed lightly at the sight of him stuffing his face before pulling your umpteenth batch of cupcakes out of the oven.

“Perfect.” You let out, the toothpick coming out clean. While letting the cupcakes cool, you started rolling out some pie crust for an apple pie. A wave of exhaustion came over you, causing you to close your eyes momentarily.

“You okay, hun?” Kelce asked, slight concern in his voice. He got up to wrap his strong arms around you, resting his body against your back. You took a deep breath, hoping to snap out of it a little bit.

“Yeah. I should frost those cupcakes though, I think they’re cooled now.” As you whipped around to grab your cupcakes from the cooling rack, your vision became spotty and you felt lightheaded. Without realizing it, you would’ve fell forward if Kelce hadn’t wrapped his arms around you to stabilize your balance.

“Woah, babe. I don’t think you’ll be frosting anything. Why don’t you lie down?”

After a moment you retrieved your bearings, leaning onto your boyfriend. “I can’t.” You sighed. “Time crunch, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m not asking, love. You gotta take care of yourself.” He told you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Whatever, 5 minutes. Then I’m getting up.” You tried to reason, eyelids feeling heavy. He swept you off of your feet bridal style, laying you down on the chaise lounge. He laid a blanket over you gently, before getting under it right beside you. “Or maybe a little longer than 5 minutes.” You lazily smiled, feeling Kelce softly rub your arm. The blanket plus Kelce’s body heat was warm, not helping with your drowsiness.

“Alright, Betty Crocker.” He muttered into your ear.

“Alright, smartass.” You mumbled back, dozing off into sleep.

a/n: im kind of obsessed w the baker!reader thing. maybe ill write more of it in the future, let me know what y’all think!

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Forrest Green Forrest Blues (ch1)

Excuse me while I cry in the corner of this site because I deleted this original post on accident and I hate myself because I am standing in the doorway waving bye bye to all of those lovely notes and reblogs and kind words. Anyways, I am reposting this and I’ll be relinking everything. 

Pairing: Castiel x Dean (High School AU)

Words: 2160

Warnings: Nothing really in this chapter. Just getting some groundwork done and meeting the characters.

Notes: This series is based on a bunch of Frank Ocean songs. I got major destiel feels after listening to him all week. So here we go, some destiel AU for your enjoyment. Pull out the tissue boxes.

Summary: Castiel Novak, Carver High’s nerd of the century, always sits at the top of the bleachers when he best friend drags him to games.  He could care less about what the score is because his entire focus is on the feeling of the cigarette between his lips. His only pull to the field is when Dean Winchester, the popular quarterback graces the field with his presence. This is their last year before graduation and everything is about to change.

Ch. 2 Ch.3

Senior year for Castiel had begun and the hallway walls were plasters with student painted banners advertising the homecoming football game. The blue-eyed kid couldn’t wait for the year to be over. He wanted to get out of the dreadfully small town he grew up in and move to California where his sister now lived. He knew life had so much more to offer than stingy diners and suburban neighborhoods where everyone knew everyone else’s business. The biggest news to hit the town this month was that Mrs. Mills’ cat was saved from the old oak tree. What a joke.

Castiel walked mindlessly down the south wing with his best friend Charlie while she rambled on about her new classes and how she was planning to hack one of the teacher’s lesson plans.

“It will be the biggest laugh of the year if I get Mr. Singer to show the class that video within the first week,” laughed Charlie. She saw that Castiel was staring off into the distance, not paying attention to a word she just said. “Hello? Earth to Cas… It’d be funny, right?” She waved her hand in front of Cas’ face to bring him back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, yeah… sure, “murmured Cas, as he kept walking and nearly running into a stray garbage can.  

“Thanks for your support, best friend,” Charlie said sarcastically while she punched him in the shoulder.

“Sorry, Charlie. I’m just distracted.” Cas sighed and shrugged.

“No kidding… What’s got your brain all fuzzy?” They both stopped when they reached their neighboring lockers.

“Nothing. I just was thinking about California again.”

“Oh right. Your big plans to leave me high and dry after graduation! How could I forget?” Charlie closed her locker after picking out a few books and then leaned on it, waiting for Cas to gather his supplies. “You just can’t wait to leave us all here in the dust, can you,” moped Charlie.

“It’s not like that… plus you could always come with me if you wanted.” Cas finished up and they started walking to their next class.

“You know I can’t do that, Cas… I’ve got my mom to think about.”

“True. Sorry.” There was a brief moment of awkward silence but the five-minute warning bell cuts it off.

“Don’t worry about me, Cas. I’ll be fine here! I’ve got all these lame-os to keep me entertained.” She gestured to the rushing late students sliding through the halls. “ Tell you what… you can make it up to me by coming to the homecoming game tonight with me. I hacked the cheerleader’s uniform order and now their skirts are two inches shorter than they were supposed to be! It’s going to be glorious!”

“Really? A football game… can’t I just make it up to you by doing your English homework?”

Charlie didn’t answer him back. The screechy voice of their math teacher yelled at them through the door to take their seats. There was no use in arguing with Charlie anyhow; she was annoyingly persuasive without effort.

That night, Castiel sat at the very top of the bleachers while the rest of the school stood, cheered and sang along to their team’s fight song.  Sports were never Castiel’s cup of tea. He’d much rather be at home, reading books and listening to music. But the least he could do was pretend to have a good time. He watched Charlie gush over the cheerleaders and giggle at each of them trying to pull their skirts down further.

Cas was the only one who knew Charlie liked girls. In a small town like theirs, that news wouldn’t go over too well with the community. So he understood why she kept quiet but he felt special having been the only one she trusted enough. Cas hadn’t even fully come to terms with his own ever-changing sexuality. He hadn’t even told Charlie about it yet. But he wasn’t even sure what he could label himself as; he just loved… everyone. Not anyone in this town of course, but just people in general. They were all beautiful to him and he wanted to be able to experience it all without boundaries.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the song was over and the game began. Castiel paid as much attention as he could to the game before some kids playing tag on the playground nearby distracted him.

“Wow! Did you see that play? There’s no way the other team can catch up now!” Charlie whooped and hollered down to the field as the team ran by and waved to their fellow classmates.

Castiel was just about bored out of his mind when something caught his eye. The quarterback was doing a victory dance surrounded by cheerleaders. He put his hands behind his head, made an arrogant duck face with his lips and swayed his hips from side to side.

“Oh great… here we go again. The beloved Dean Winchester, eating up all the attention being thrown at him. He just loves being a ham, doesn’t he?” Castiel rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his back pocket. He lit it and took a long drag.

Charlie wasn’t even paying attention to him anymore. For a nerd, she was surprisingly very into sports and she was wrapped up in yelling at the ref for a bad call. So Castiel sat back and babied his death stick while watching the next play. Without knowing why Cas couldn’t peel his eyes away from Dean. He scoffs at each of his arrogant movements but appreciated the way his body gracefully spun and dodged the opposing team. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself when Dean reached the end zone. Cas didn’t understand why he was taking such an interest in this guy… there wasn’t even anything entirely intriguing about him other than his obvious good looks. Castiel shrugged it off and then extinguished the ending butt of his cigarette onto the bleacher seat.

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“Okay, class… today we will go through chapters two and three. Then I will assign you project partners for the year and we can get started on our first assignment,” explained Ms. Hanscum.

The instructions generated some bothered grumbles and a few eye rolls. Most of the class wanted to pick their own partners, which the teacher knew would just end up in a mess of distracted teens. So, she chose to randomly assign partners and avoid any of those issues. Ms. Hanscum was Castiel’s favorite teacher. She was funny, smart and accepting. All of which are rare characteristics to find in people of this humdrum town.

“Okay… let’s see… Kevin! You’re with, Lena. Hm… Sam? You’re with… Jo! Now Charlie… who should we pair you with… let’s go with Lisa.” Charlie whooped under her breath, happy she got partnered with the beautiful head cheerleader.

“Sebastian? I’m putting you with Richard. Just don’t take advantage of my kindness on this one, okay? No funny business!” The two trouble making boys gave each other knowing smirks and chuckled to themselves. Ms. Hanscum went through the roster one by one, pairing everyone off. Just when Castiel thought he was forgotten, he heard his name.

“Castiel?”

“Yes, Ms. Hanscum,” Cas looked up from his desk patiently waiting to hear who he’d be stuck with for the new few months.

“I’m pairing you with Dean Winchester.”

The charming green-eyed student looked up and caught eyes with blue ones. They exchanged awkward smiles and waves across the room and then waited for the rest of the class to be paired off. Class ended and the room was nearly clear when Mrs. Hanscum called Castiel to her desk before he left.

“Mr. Novak? Do you have a moment? I need to speak with you about something.”

“Sure, Ms. H,” Cas replied. “I’ll catch you later Charlie. Save me a seat in Bio.” The messy haired kid waved to his friend and then dropped his bag into a seat.

“Okay… so Castiel… I asked you to stay back after class to discuss this year's project partners situation.”

“Okay…”

“You’re probably wondering why I paired you with Dean Winchester.” The kind-hearted teacher sat against her desk, facing her student. “I originally planned on pairing you with Charlie because I know how well you two work together. Then I thought about you and about how incredibly smart you are and how it would go to such a waste if it couldn’t help other people.”

The praise made Castiel blush. Sure, Cas was smart but he also was kind of a rebel. Always making it a point to stick away from the social norm. But he made sure that everything he did, no matter how crazy or fun, it would never compromise his intelligence. Ms. Hanscum was still rambling on about how impressive Cas’ test scores were last year and to Cas it just went in one ear and out the other.

“So back to my original point… Dean Winchester.” She paused for a moment waiting for a response.

“What about him,” Cas asked nonchalantly.

“He’s smart. I know it… but he’s got this bad rap. He is under a tremendous amount of pressure to be perfect. He is the star of the football team and popular… he is under the microscope of this entire school and everyone expects beyond greatness from him. But his grades are slipping; he barely passed my class last year. I think he’s dumbing himself down to look cool. Like some cracked up joke that makes his friends laugh. I’d hate to see him fail over something so immature. So I think it is time for him to surround himself with other types of people.”

“Other people,” Cas asked curiously.

“Yes. People like you. People that aren’t afraid to be themselves or to take risks when they seem scary.”

“Okay,” said Castiel, still confused about her main point. “What exactly do you want me to do about this?”

“So I not only want you to be his project partner this year but I also want you to tutor him… and maybe think about spending time with him outside of school. You know… show him what life can be like beyond this town. There is a whole other world out there and I know you know this... I even hear from Charlie you are thinking of going to college in California.” Ms. Hanscum stood back up and started to organize her desk.

“But Dean doesn’t even know I exist. I don’t even know what I would say to the guy beyond giving him a few book suggestions. We come from two completely different worlds…”

“Exactly,” smiled Donna. “That is what I am hoping for… I know you can do this, Castiel. Just be yourself and everything else will fall into place.” She finished packing up her book bag and started to head out the door. “Thanks again for doing this, Castiel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Castiel sat for a moment trying to figure out how it was possible to have agreed to this without even saying yes during that entire conversation. He shrugged it off, gathered his things and left the classroom. He was half way down the hall when he saw Lisa leaned on the lockers with Dean pressed against her. Of course, they were making out… typical. Head cheerleader dating the captain of the football team. Their school might as well have been the site for a bad teen RomCom movie. Castiel tried to avert his eyes as much as possible and scurried by them unnoticed. He was suddenly stopped short by a captivating voice. It was deep and smooth like a well-aged whiskey. 

“Hey, Cas! Wait up!”

“Huh? Me? Oh… Hello, Dean.”

“So I guess Ms. H talked to you about tutoring me after school, huh,” Dean commented through his side smile. Castiel noticed his perfect teeth and smooth lips. God, that was annoying.

“Yeah, she mentioned it I guess,” lied Castiel. “You knew about that?”

“Mhm… she asked me if I’d be cool with it yesterday.” Castiel was surprised. He didn’t think Dean even knew who he was, let alone have the guy talk about him with their teacher. He even used the shortened version of his name. “So did you agree? I could really use the help with this class.”

Then Cas realized that Ms. H probably only talked to Dean about the tutoring part of the deal, not so much the being friends part. He figured he’d spare the guy the embarrassment and act as if he knew the same.

“Yes. Of course, I’ll help you,” Cas said sternly but with a small smile.

“Great! That’s awesome… thanks, man.” Dean slapped Cas on the shoulder and he practically fell over from the impact. “This is going to be a great year.”

Castiel would later come to realize this was true. He just didn’t know it yet.