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minkieater · 6 days

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luck → jyh 🂡

“if you are unsure on who is going to win, always bet on yunho.”

p. jeong yunho x fem!reader g. borderline yandere!yunho, non idol au w. alcohol consumption, smut minors dni PLS, cheating, stalking, yunho's fucking crazy wc. 7.7k

♫ —vermillion, slipknot “my dahlia bathed in possession, she is home to me.”

his right hand completely enveloped two dainty, fragile wrists connected to two perfectly manicured hands, pinned above a very beautiful fucked out face. the french tips stared back at him as he lost himself fully, buried deep inside someone he most certainly should not of been. as he reaches the hilt of his pleasure, he lets it rush through him, consume him for that stolen moment of freedom before it drags him down all the same.

he retracts his hand as he pulls out, taking a breath, but no time to waste, he has someone waiting at home for him, after all.

the sweat is wiped off his forehead and his pants are zipped up before she could come down herself. it never really bothered him much, the cheating thing, but then again, he never really thought twice about it. he’s always done what he’s wanted, he’s never had any reason not to.

he knows if she found out it’d be the end of their picture perfect relationship, and as inconvenient that situation would be, it makes the doing all the much more exhilarating.

his heart is never fuller than when he’s with her, that pretty little thing. standing at a petite five foot something, her head reaches just the tip of his shoulder. it makes him feel powerful with his over six foot build, towering over her, having to bend at the hips to steal a quick kiss on her always glossed lips.

she was perfect to him, perfect for him, but yet he couldn’t let go of sinking himself into anyone that looked at him with a twinkle in their eye. she’s smart, funny, thoughtful, attentive, and overall just sweet. but he loved the attention, loved the adoration, he loved to feel loved. wanted, lusted, appreciated — sometimes one person’s captivation just isn’t enough. it was never enough for yunho.

he had the same routine whenever he did it, his little addiction: find his toy for the night, leave the bar, have a quick fuck, hurry back to the bar, cover his tracks, get home.

even the nights she was at the bar he’d sometimes make it work, the logistics of it are all his genius, but he’d do it and he’d do it well — she would never question a thing. no one got his number, no one got his full name if they didn’t already know it, and no one expected to see jeong yunho again after that one quick half an hour, if that, spent with him. somehow, all the odds were forever in his favor.

that was, of course, until he met you.

everything he thought he knew about his relationship, everything he thought he felt about his sweet little girlfriend, this perfect system that he’d created for himself, all of that went straight in the shitter the second you batted your eyelashes at him the first time.

she was at home, sleeping soundly, which he was sure of because she had a shift early the next morning, he was out with a few of his friends after a long night of studying. she never waited up for him, never questioned who he was out with, she had full and utter faith in him. which, essentially, was her downfall.

four beers and two shots deep, his waist was bent over the bar for yet another beer, no longer seated on the stool at the table with his friends. across the bar, he saw you, and the room went silent for a moment. beautiful face, perfect build, everything he looked for in a woman. he knew exactly who his target was tonight, and you knew it, too. but you didn’t find that out until later.

you were preoccupied, talking to one of his friends, actually. you had full intentions of trying to take that husky, tall, blonde haired man home with you that night, yunho could read it all over your face. that couldn’t happen, that won’t happen.

mingi would understand, right? he needed mingi to understand. he wanted you. he needed you.

he waited until he got his beer, he even took notice of the bottle in your grasp and bought you another, too. he made his way around the bar, a predator stalking his prey, strides fluid and smooth like a snake preparing to attack.

“you do know that you’re not supposed to take drinks from strangers, right?” you look to him with an eyebrow raised, and he knew then and there he was fucked. glossy lips, hair done to perfection, dress perfectly clinging to your curves — he wished he could cut straight to the point, snap his fingers and he could skip the build up and sheer work it took to get you where he wanted you.

“who said we were strangers?” the same eyebrow lifts on his own face, smirk taking a now permanent seat on his lips, clinking his beer with yours in cheers. fortunately for him, game was his forte, mingi had to know he was a goner already.

“i guess we don’t have to be,” you finished off your previous beer at the same time he did, trading it for the new one he brought, “this is the yunho you mentioned, huh, mingi?”

“yeah, yeah, this is yunho,” mingi nods and his cheeks flush, out of embarrassment or annoyance, yunho wasn’t sure. he wished he felt worse for completely dogging his friend’s play, but when it comes to this, came to you, yunho physically could not hold himself back.

“and who are you? since you know everything about me already,” that cocky smirk won't leave his face, and you’re not hiding that it’s driving you insane. good, just how he wants you. curious, interested, maybe even craving. easy.

you introduce yourself, shifting your weight from one heeled foot to the other, “dunno everything about you, but can’t say i wouldn’t like to find out more.”

check mate. mingi takes this as his cue to turn on his heel, bidding both of you goodnight. yunho would have to call him tomorrow, give him a proper apology.

an hour later he had you on your back at a nearby motel, barreling inside of you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. when he gets into these situations, he’s never one to play nice, never sticks around, a big hit it and quit it type of guy, but what can he say? he’s got a beautiful woman waiting for him at home.

but that night … that night he had the most intriguing woman he’d ever encountered beneath him. he even made you cum first, not something he usually tries to do, never a goal for each person on his list despite not a single one leaving his presence unsatisfied. seeing you across the bar was the prologue to the novel you were about to write together, sweat and spit the pen and paper.

he couldn’t leave you that night. he knew he should’ve went home to her, he knew he should’ve gotten your last name, he knew he should’ve at least used a condom. but he didn’t.

the first time he saw you, he knew he should’ve stayed the fuck away, knew he should’ve kept his routine consistent, he knew you’d be the one to send his head into a spiral. jeong yunho knew a lot of things, he’s a smart guy, but greed sits at the top of the list of his flaws, and you brought out the worst in him.

maybe he needed a little bit of humbling, a wake up call of sorts, but the last thing he expected was waking up to the bed empty, a ghost of your figure laying next to him, the sweet smell of your perfume and sweat lingering in the cheap cotton.

the worst of it all, he hasn’t seen you since.

which brings him to two weeks later, where he emptied himself in yet another woman who looks like she could be your distant cousin, maybe a good friend that ever so slightly resembles you. maybe he’s just been looking for you in every single cervix he’s touched since that night.

on the ride home, his brain is elsewhere, as it’s been after every single hook up he’s had since you. when he gets home and his pretty little girlfriend is waiting for him, he can’t bring himself to question why she’s awake, not when she’s pecking kisses all over his face, telling him how much she’s missed him. completely oblivious, a small part of him thinks she’s fucking ignorant for it.

he knows what’s to come. if he keeps going down this road it’s only a matter of time before his feelings toward her turn resentful, he gets meaner, she gets insecure, he gets aggravated. he can see it play out in his mind, yet he’s indifferent. with her, without her, he doesn’t care. all he wants is to see you again.

if he could, he’d have no need for the girlfriend that waits up for him after the bar. no requisite for her making his lunches, washing his hair, doing his laundry, unzipping his pants after a stressful day. yunho wishes he could love his girlfriend the way he always had, but the truth is, the first time you sunk your teeth into him ruined any future he had with her.

a month later, he saw your friend again. the one from that night who stood by, observing, looking through yunho like he was transparent, naked to the human eye. across that same bar, he couldn’t contain his surprise, couldn’t stop himself from widening his eyes or dropping his jaw. an invitation, an opportunity, an answer for his questions, first being where the hell have you been? when will he see you again? did you mention anything about him? did you at least admit he was a good fuck? he’s bursting at the seams with impatience, heart pounding so hard against his broad chest he could hear it.

she didn’t give him much, not that he went about it in an inconspicuous way. pestering her with questions, pushing for answers, trying his best to seem interested but not flat out creepy. it didn’t work very well. he couldn’t contain his excitement, his urgency, his yearning, she could see straight through him once again. he was off his game.

what she did give him was your last name, a common last name which was surprisingly a nickname for you used more often than not. she didn’t even notice the reveal of this key piece of information, not even when the wicked smile threatened to crack his best innocent facade.

he didn’t sleep with anyone that night, didn’t look for you in any women at that dingy bar. he did go home and sleep with his pretty little girlfriend, who once again overlooked the smell of infidelity and heineken oozing from his skin, as she always does. when her eyes closed and her breaths turned rhythmic and slow, he pulled out his phone, deciding to do his research in the dead of night.

there were plenty of people with your first and last name, but there was only one you. he found you with ease, and your page takes him by surprise. you post everything. it tells him so much, too much, and gives plenty of ammunition for his right hand that couldn’t resist the ache in his dick. by the point of post nut clarity, he’s cooking up an idea, which turns to an objective, a plan. he fell asleep with a smile on his face and a sense of urgency he couldn’t wait to fulfill.

he waits until the next weekend, and not patiently. he’s checking your instagram every day, watching your stories off of a burner account, he nearly starts a list in his notes of places you frequent, your orders from coffee shops, things you like. he’d have to tell you to stop making it so easy to know you, understand you, to find you.

it’s clear you’re a free spirit, not a thought in your brain that someone is watching you, examining you, waiting for you. but he wants you this way, oblivious, unsuspecting, surprised when he shows up to your place of work. maybe you’re used to the attention, yunho thinks, you’re beautiful and you definitely know it, too. as much as he has the urge to hide you, keep you from desiring eyes, he’s proud, in a way, that you can show yourself off so openly. you won’t hide yourself the way his girlfriend does, you didn’t shy off from him for a moment in those four hours he spent with you six weeks ago.

his friends are surprised that he wants to go anywhere besides his favorite dingy bar in the middle of manhattan, especially with the luxury of a VIP section and bottle service, but he doesn’t kiss and tell. he quickly blamed the hastily prepared outing on his friend’s internship acceptance when his friends questioned the occasion, he’d rather them be unaware. especially with his girlfriend present, much to his dismay. he let them think he’s just a good friend, despite his intentions being more than culpable. the less they know, the better, even though a couple of them definitely have an idea — he couldn’t hide it from everyone.

when they finally made it to the line outside of the nightclub, a smaller group of six, muffled pounds of the heavy bass from inside only increased the sweat on yunho’s palms. he knew you were inside, in a tight little bodysuit, sparkly tights and a pair of heels on your feet. he wished he could blame the adrenaline as his pants grew tighter, not on the fact that you were inside, not knowing he gathered a whole group of people and improvised an entire celebration just to see your face again.

he immediately skipped the line, telling the bouncer his last name, and got the group inside with ease. different hues of purples and greens and blues reflected the ceilings, the walls, the tables, the floor. if he wasn’t so one-track minded he’d be overstimulated. he was brought to the section with his friends following closely behind, he forced the adrenaline to leave his face, his body, his hands. his scheme was set in motion, he needed to lock in, let go of any emotion that might incriminate him, make him seem suspicious.

he ordered bottles, vodka, tequila and whiskey, three chances for you to make your way around to his section, maybe carrying a sign or carrying a bottle or simply clapping and cheering with your coworkers. when he met you, he didn’t expect you to be a bottle girl at a night club, but he supposed that explains why you haven’t been back to his favorite bar. he assumed you were a full time student, but if he had to guess, maybe a retail employee or a coffee shop barista, something simple, just to get the bills paid so you can live as freely as you want. he was thoroughly mistaken, yet he couldn’t complain.

especially not when you made your way over to the table, bucket of ice and mixers in your hands, a huge smile on your face. he knew exactly what you’d be wearing: a tiny little black bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination, sparkling tights that mirrored the strobe lights so perfectly, a pair of heels so high he wondered how you were walking so smoothly. that wicked smile appeared on his lips again, the pride of victory flowing through his veins, despite him willing away any emotion reflecting on his face. he should’ve known his body wouldn’t listen to him when it came to you, but his plan had worked, you’re here, bringing juices and sodas and not helping his dick that refuses to soften in his jeans.

he catches your eye and keeps it as you bent forward, setting down the bucket on the table, someone else putting down the bottles beside it. yunho couldn’t be bothered to notice anyone else, not when you keep eye contact as the little show you put on ends, definitely not when you stare over your shoulder as you and your crowd go back to wherever you came from.

as you get back behind the bar, a rush of adrenaline racks through you, you could feel the buzz all the way in your fingertips and toes. he’s here, he’s here, he’s here.

you immediately run to the bathroom, checking your makeup, adjusting yourself in your outfit. he was the last person you’d expect to see tonight, you’ve never seen him here before, haven’t seen him at all since that perfect night you spent together. the past six weeks you couldn’t get him out of your mind, couldn’t stop thinking about his long fingers, long legs, he’s long everywhere. you’d never had a better one night stand — you cursed yourself every day since leaving before he woke up, not leaving him with at least your phone number. but a saturday night spent in a hotel, blocks down from that dingy fucking bar, he definitely didn’t want anything more from you than a quick fuck, never to hear from you again. you could be okay with that, you needed to be okay with that.

“boo, could you grab me a bottle of casamigos from the back?” the main bartender for the night asks as you walk out of the employee bathroom, frantically looking for someone to help her out.

you pause for a moment, her question ripping you out of your daydream and you nod in response. you hurry to the back, grab a bottle, and make your way out to the bar.

the spotlight from the dance floor might as well of shone directly on him as he stood at the bar, taller than everyone else, a sore thumb despite his dark clothes. you took a breath, a smile on your face, excitement flooding you.

“hello there, stranger,” you say as you drop the bottle on the shelf then turn to him, “you guys went through three bottles that quick?”

he shakes his head, “i like to take my time, you know that.”

“i know that very well, spine breaker,” you plant your palms against the bar, shifting your weight to one foot. behind the bar was slightly staged, that in combination with the heels, yunho’s height didn’t seem as intimidating.

amusement laced his features, “then why’d you leave? i would’ve taken even longer in the morning,” he quirks a brow and your mouth forms a small ‘o’, that was the last thing that you expected out of his mouth.

you shrug casually, not believing the words out of his mouth, “that holiday inn wasn’t very… enticing. if you were trying to romance me you should’ve at least taken me to a marriott.”

this makes a chuckle escape his lips, “my bad, just wanted to get you under me as quickly as possible.”

an ah leaves your lips with a nod, “which you did, so why are you standing at my bar? can i get you something?” you couldn’t exactly place why your tone turned irritated, you might’ve been hoping for a little more than that.

“another night with you,” the corner of his lips pull up, a smirk appearing on his face, that same fucking smirk that pulled you under him in the first place.

a laugh barrels out of your mouth before you can stop it, “go back to your little friends and get away from my bar unless you’re buying me a shot, yunho.”

your words are leaving your mouth before you can think about them, your mouth moving faster than your brain. the last thing you want is for him to leave, walk away, forget about you. you wanted the same thing he did, even if you wanted more.

he leans in closer and you fight the urge to step back, his tight jaw and lowered eyes daring you. you don’t give in.

“oh? was that a no?” his expression doesn’t change despite his playful words, “what a shame. i’ll meet you after your shift is over.”

he turns to walk away and you can feel the heat in your cheeks. you call after him and he turns with a single eyebrow raised, “meet me where?”

“wherever the closest marriott is,” his playful smile returned to his lips, the same one you met him with. it excited you and made you nervous, you weren’t used to meeting hookups at hotels.

their apartments, whether they live alone or with roommates, yes, but never hotels. it made you feel like a hooker first, and that’s usually a red flag and means someone is married, or worse, still lives with their parents. living in such a huge, expensive city, a hotel for a night isn’t cheap at all whatsoever. you decide not to think about it too much, let yourself bask in the excitement of being with him, and look forward to an entire night dedicated to letting off some steam.

“who was that?” yunho’s girlfriend asks when he slides into the booth next to her, petting his bicep. her question is full of innocence, her eyes still bright, slightly glazed over with need, definitely from the one or two shots she took in his absence.

“mingi’s favorite fling at the moment,” he gives her a tight lipped smile and kisses her head, pulling her closer to his side. mingi was always the easiest out, she bought it every damn time.

the rest of the night he sat with his cute little girlfriend on the booth wrapped around the table, he didn’t see you again. he was fighting to keep his excitement to himself the longer he got away with it — not just his girlfriend seeing you, but you seeing his girlfriend, who wound up basically on his lap the more she drank. his friends drank and danced, the six of them together finished all three bottles, a few of them even moved out to the dance floor instead of their private section. as much as yunho hated places like this, he loved to be with his friends, see them happy, spend time with them in such a carefree environment.

when it came up on midnight, yunho decided it’d be best to head home, taking his girlfriend with him. she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, which she usually did after a good fuck. after some drinks in her, he knew she was out for the night, she’d sleep through a tornado. not that there would be one in new york city.

he even had time to shower before he headed out for the night, literally choosing your preferred hotel closest to the club. he got a room and headed over to the bar, having another drink or two before they shut it down for the night. he waited past two, three…

it was 3:45 and he started to lose hope. he realized you’d never even said yes — were you even going to show? did you forget in the craziness of your shift? what time did the club even close? when did you usually get home? these kinds of hours really mess with someone’s sleep schedule.

every few minutes he’d glance at the glass doors, hoping and praying you’d walk inside.

ten minutes past 4, you finally did walk through the revolving entrance, and relief rushed through him. ugg slippers, sweatpants, a hoodie and your hair tied up, all he could think is how excited he was to take it all off of you. his skin was burning with impatience, he almost leapt off his seat.

“i was starting to think you forgot about me,” he starts, a curated smile placed on his cheeks as he slips from the faux leather chair.

“a part of me didn’t think you were serious,” you respond in the same tone, coming to a still in the middle of the lobby.

he couldn’t place the emotion in your eyes, you looked unsure, nervous even, from across the lobby. he made it to you in two quick strides, towering over your small frame.

“yet you still showed up,” he wore the same face from earlier when he stared you down over the bar, eyes low, hungry. he could smell you, nearly taste you on his tongue. you still had your makeup on and he immediately knows there’s no way you had time to wash up, for some reason it made his pants tighter.

“here i am,” you shrug, picking at your sleeve. you looked so small, your cocky demeanor from earlier far gone, replaced by uneasiness, an emotion he hasn’t seen on you yet. it fed his own power trip, in combination with his figure that completely enveloped your own, he felt on top of the world. like he owned you already.

he huffed out a small let’s go and grabbed your dainty hand that peeked out of your sleeve, guiding you to the elevator, up to the room.

“this is nice,” you compliment the suite, blacks and grays and wood accents filling the space.

“everything you dreamed of?” he sits down on the bed, legs spread, hands behind him.

“i wouldn’t say that,” a small smile appears on your face as you tuck a stray hair behind your ear, standing awkwardly in front of him.

“no? after i got exactly what you asked for,” yunho slips a tsk out, tilting his head to the side and his chin up, staring you down from under his eyebrows.

your giggle is nervous, “that’s not what i meant. i’m just wondering why we’re at a hotel,” your curiosity got the best of you, you physically couldn’t hold the question back, unable to shake the feeling of something being off.

“do you want me to be honest, or lie?” he asks, his voice full of amusement. the question takes you by surprise and you have to think about it for a second, there’s layers to that ask. layers you don’t know if you want to peel, something about his tone makes you not want to know the truth.

“lie,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and a shiver crawls up your spine. that off feeling must’ve been your gut, fully awake now, talking to you, screaming at you, saying you shouldn’t be here.

“i live with three guys, don’t wanna keep them up all night,” he licks his lips, the lie so evidently fucking clear on his tongue, the lie you asked for. the lie you needed to go through with this despite your gut begging you otherwise.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “that’s nice of you.”

he shrugs, pulling his hands into his lap, slouching forward ever so slightly, making himself smaller. his body language is intentional, he could read it all over you that you didn’t need to be intimidated, you need to be comforted. feel at ease, feel the want, feel that same primal fucking hunger that was beginning to consume him.

“i’m a nice guy,” his face contorts, an easygoing smile on his lips instead of that dangerous smirk, “come here, stranger.”

he uses the same word on you that you used earlier and it evokes a smile from you, a genuine smile, he’s grateful that’s all it takes to crack you open. he didn’t have it in him to try anymore.

as you take two steps forward he leans back, displaying his lap for you to sit. you wrap around him, your knees hugging his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“there she is,” his voice is sweet and soft, laced with desire as he looks up to you, shifting himself under you, “been so long.”

you whimper out his name, immediately feeling him press up into you, your eyebrows furrowing. you wanted to be okay with this, wanted to press your gut feeling down, but you couldn’t.

he mumbled out a hm? as he pressed close mouthed kisses to your jaw, his brain already miles ahead of you. you wanted to say fuck your curiosity, fuck the truth, fuck whatever he’s hiding, but it’s eating at you. you can’t relax in his touch the way you’re desperate to.

“wan’ you to be honest now,” it was half a moan when it exited your lips, and yunho didn’t miss a beat.

“no you don’t,” he spits out too fast, the truth keeping itself hidden somewhere beneath his heavy chestnut bangs. his hands traveled up your back, beneath your hoodie, “i missed you, wanna taste you.”

as his tongue makes contact with the column of your neck you let out a hiss, his touch feeling like electricity, sending your brain elsewhere.

he could tell. he could read it all over you.

he could feel the stiffness, the discomfort that touched every bone in your body, he was over it. how did he get here? he just wanted to see you again. he shouldn’t of answered that question the way he did and he knows it, but he also is willing to bet his life on the fact that you’ll fold. he can’t find a single scenario where you leave him, all alone in this suite, spending the night by yourself elsewhere.

he thinks on it for a moment, an evil thought crossing his mind for a second, that one second easily spinning him into a spiral. did you have something else lined up? is that why you wanted to leave so bad? you were seeing someone else after him? an emotion he can’t explain is simmering inside him, something between rage and hurt and the urge to prove himself. he’ll show you why you missed him, why you needed him, why no one else will ever fuck you the way he can.

he attacks your neck instead, sucking harshly and groping your ass under your sweatpants, making you jolt forward into his chest with a muddled moan. he chuckles in a low tone before picking you up and putting you on your back in one quick motion. you yelp at that, no doubt taking you by surprise, he can’t help but keep laughing. the laughter is dry, it’s knowing, it’s a little menacing, too.

as he attached his lips onto yours, he can feel you physically melt into him. your body softens, that tension that once sat in your shoulders now gone, your fingers pulling into his hair.

finally, he thinks.

once again, jeong yunho’s winning streak continues, and he can’t help the prideful look as he looms over you.

you audibly said fuck it.

as long as his lips were on yours, his dick continued to press into your too layered core with experienced fingers touching every bit of your skin, you didn’t fucking care. you didn’t see a wedding ring and, shit, if he did still live with his parents, the hotel room was pretty nice. you could live with that.

your body felt hot — too fucking hot. you had too many layers on, too much weight on top of you, impatience was crawling up your throat.

“take this off,” you tugged at his shirt, mumbling between kisses, and he obliged. you took the moment of freedom to strip yourself of your hoodie, unclipping your bra with one hand.

he watches in amusement, lips glossed over with your spit and a still growing tent in his jeans. you’re thirsty, you’re hungry, you’re itching for him. and he can read it all over you.

“take it easy, we have all night, princess,” he comments, yet his pupils are blown and his hands immediately flocked to your chest, “such perfect fuckin’ tits.”

“take it easy, my ass,” you laugh before he shuts you up quick, attaching a slick mouth to one of your nipples, making an involuntary gasp leave your lips. you arch your back and your head digs into the pillow, sizzling hot pleasure coming from every nerve ending, a moan leaving your lips as two fingers wrap around the other and pinch.

“fuck,” you’re hissing out in pain and pleasure and he switches, soothing the sore one over with a soft tongue, rough fingertips tweaking the other. you buck your hips up and he chuckles into your chest, the vibrations against you only made you moan louder.

he finally pulls away, looking down at you with hooded eyes that matched your own, paired with a snicker from your reactions, “you gonna survive me this time?”

you smack his bicep with a laugh, “fuck you.”

“patience, baby,” is all he responds as he reaches for the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down in one swift go. you feel the cool air hit you and you can feel yourself steaming, body too hot for the chill of the room that you didn’t notice until now.

he peppers open mouthed kisses along your stomach, all wet and messy and hot. you whimpered, your hips bucking again at the stimulation, body craving more. muscle memory took the driver’s seat from the last time you slept with him, your body knew what was to come, and the anticipation was killing you.

he spreads your legs, a strip of black lace standing between yunho and what he would choose as his last meal. he uses the pad of his thumb to rub you through your underwear, making quick circles across the bundle of nerves. his pressure was too light to get any real friction and you buck and twitch against his thumb, but he catches you before you can get any satisfaction against him.

“yun, please,” you beg, chest growing hot. your knees are nearly touching the bed from your legs spread so wide, you didn’t have the energy to endure the teasing.

“please what?” the corner of his mouth lifts, brown hooded eyes full of amusement. you whine, frustration getting the best of you, not a care for what you look or sound like. you needed friction, relief.

“finger me, eat me out, i don’t care, please,” your words are rushed and breathy, audibly impatient. embarrassment is last on your list of worries right now.

“yes ma’am,” he nods and pushes your underwear to the side, not even taking the time to fully take them off of you. you mentally thank him for it.

he’s quick to spread your slick up your slit, letting out a pleased noise at how wet you are. you were wet the second he said the word marriott at the club, it’s been steadily accumulating since, you thought about him and what’s to come nonstop until you clocked out. he pushes a finger inside, hooking it upwards, pulling a guttural moan from inside you, ripping you out of your thoughts.

your head shoots back into the bed, back arching, hips bucking into his hand for more. his other hand goes to grip onto your hip as you steadily rock against his finger, he’s amazed at how hungry you are for it, how shameless you could be for what you needed. he’s watching with wide eyes, not even pushing back into you, letting you guide yourself to pleasure against him. letting you use him.

“almost forgot what a fucking slut you are,” his teeth are showing through his wide grin, eyes dark and glossed over. you’re a moaning mess, words already mushing together into something entirely unintelligible, grateful for some form of relief even though its nowhere near what you need from him.

“only f’you,” you mumble out in between moans, eyes opening to see his gaze strictly focused on your cunt that’s swallowing his finger so greedily, “more, please?”

“awh, you my nice girl tonight?” he finally meets your eyes, “whatever my girl wants.”

he leans down and accompanies his finger with his mouth, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit. you yelped out, hands reaching out to tug at his hair, pulling him closer to your throbbing clit. he flattened his tongue against your folds and you started weeping, moans and words combining into a string of noises.

he added another finger inside you and started at a brutal pace, tongue flicking at your clit at the same rhythm. his fingers curled with each thrust, looking for that sweet, spongy spot inside you. as your fingers tightened around his roots and a loud cry left your lips, he knew he found it.

“taste so fucking good,” he said into you, not even bothering to look up at you. he was lost in your pretty pussy, the pussy he’s been dreaming about for weeks. the same pussy he’s been wishing for during sex with every other woman since you. now he has you under him, naked and screaming for him once again. yunho was overflowing with satisfaction and pride.

satisfaction, pride and a lust so great, his cock began aching in his pants. he started grinding against the mattress mindlessly, in the same rhythm as he was using on your cunt, small moans and grunts leaving his lips just adding to your own pleasure. you could feel the familiar knot in your stomach tightening, building steadily.

the same as him, you’d also been looking for another life-changing fuck since that night you spent together. all the worries you felt earlier were long gone, like they never happened in the first place. all that mattered was yunho and the impending orgasm he was giving you, this is all that was important to begin with.

“close,” you moaned out, “i’m sofuckingclose yunho don’t stop!”

he let you have it, let it consume you. it nearly blinded you, your orgasm, your head dug so fucking deep into the mattress and your joints locked up so hard it had you seeing stars on the inside of your eyelids. he guided you through it, steadily pumped his fingers and kept his pattern on your clit until you were thrashing against him, hands pulling up on his hair to get him off of you.

he had half a mind to keep going, pleasure you through the overstimulation, he needed to see you cum again. with your eyes rolled into the back of your head, back arched up and lethal noises leaving your lips… he could watch it on repeat for days, months, years. it’s his new favorite movie. he let you come down, tore his lips off of you, slowing his fingers movements down to nothing.

he quickly crawled back up to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth, and you tasted yourself happily. your hands trailed up his arms that stood strong beside your head, then down his chest, down to his waistband. your fingers slipped underneath his boxers to grip his length, and the action almost made him cum in his pants, his patience is running too thin. he’s so fucking horny, so blue balled by the mattress he just fucked his hips into like a middle schooler, he needed release and he needed it fast, despite wanting this night to last a lifetime.

his hips bucked into your hand and you giggled, “i think you missed me.”

“you have no fucking idea,” is all he responds as he pulls away from you, slipping his sweats down to his ankles and then off of him entirely. you make quick work of getting your panties off, the black lace seeing enough action for one night. you needed to feel him against you, all of him, no barriers.

“enlighten me then,” you spit into your hand as he crawls above you once more, spreading it all over his already leaking cock. he grunts out, hips twitching, he needed you just as bad as you needed him.

“missed these fucking tits,” he said as he grabs your chest, squeezing them hard. you kept your pace on his cock, tugging upward, circling your hand around him.

“missed your pretty face,” he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips then another on your jawline.

“missed eating that sweet pussy,” he leaned down, out of reach for you to keep stroking him, and spit on your already too slick cunt while holding your legs up.

“missed fucking you stupid,” he lined himself up, spreading his precum and spit all over your folds. you hissed out, hips bucking to meet him, hoping to push him inside you already.

“missed hearing you when you cum,” he matched your impatience and pushed inside, met with no resistance, sheathing himself inside you without hesitation. you screamed, screamed so fucking loud the entire hotel probably heard you, not expecting him to fill you so fast.

“missed that sound, too,” he smiled, bottoming out, and you couldn’t respond. couldn’t do anything but breathe, the sheer length of him overwhelming, stealing your senses. he filled you so good, so right, you couldn’t form thoughts let alone words. primal instinct took over, your body moved before your brain could process.

“need you to stop squeezing me so i can move, baby,” he grunts out, eyebrows furrowing, “missed this tight pussy too much, all i could think about for weeks.”

“ho- holy fuck yunho, y’split me fucking open,” you choke out, trying to relax your muscles, trying to get your breathing even.

“what’s that you called me earlier? spine breaker?” he asked, and his demeanor was too cool, too casual. like being inside of you wasn’t affecting him nearly as much as it was affecting you. you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you nodded, the only response you could muster.

he chuckled, chuckled, while being balls deep inside you, “that’s a new one.”

that’s all he said before he started moving. with no warning, if you weren’t sure before that he split you fucking open, you were definitely sure now. you were a screaming mess underneath him as he rutted into you, long fingers hooked under your knees, pressing them toward your head, you only got louder.

“fucking h-hell, yunho,” you cried out, eyes lolling back again as he fucked into you at a harsh pace.

“so fucking wet,” his knuckles were turning white at his grip on your legs, pistoling himself at a rhythm only he could keep up with, easily rearranging your insides.

“you can take it,” he says before you can say a word, he can see your eyebrows furrowed, your moans muzzled down to small sounds of despair leaving your lips. he knows he’s being rough, he knows he’s fucking you harshly, but you’ve taken it before, so you can do it again.

“yun, i don- i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he encourages, but it doesn’t feel much like encouragement as he only picks up the pace.

he gives you a second to breathe when he pulls out, but he only flips you over, pulling you up by your hips so you’re on all fours. you hiccup, already reduced to jelly, you don’t know if your legs can withstand the force of his thrusts.

“slutty little cunt has taken me before, she’ll do it again,” his words are just as harsh as his thrusts as he slips back in, pushing your back down into the mattress with a large hand when it inevitably rises to meet his thrusts.

your face meets the pillow, turning to the side so you can at least breathe, tears wetting the mattress at his relentless abuse at your cunt. he reaches around your hips and brings a finger to your clit, rubbing quick circles, and god you don't even know what sounds are coming out of you at this point.

tears and screams are leaving you, but your hips are fucking back on him, meeting his thrusts, and he’s smiling. wide, teeth showing, he’s so prideful. he knew you could do it, take him, take whatever he’s giving you, because you’re a slut. his slut. he won’t let you out of his hands again.

“f-fuck ‘m close, fuck,” he can hear the sobs through your words, he only wishes he could see the tears that are now soaking the mattress, no doubt ruining your makeup.

he could feel it in himself too, he was far too close to be fucking you like this. as much as he needed release, he wasn’t ready to cum just yet. he wanted to see you.

he flipped you back over, slipping back inside you with ease, and your arms immediately hooked around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

it was sweet, almost soft, the way you were kissing him when the way he fucked you was almost dehumanizing. like you didn’t matter, your pleasure was up to you, yet you both knew that was far from the truth. his thrusts kept up as he kissed you slow, nasty, tongues moving in tandem with another. you were whimpering in his mouth and he could feel you tightening around him, he knew you were close.

“there you go baby, cum on this cock,” he broke the kiss, keeping your foreheads together, plowing into you with fervor.

“gonna,” tears still streamed down your face, back arching so your chests met, skin touching skin. he needed you to cum now, he could feel his continence slipping.

you finally tightened around him, really tightened around him, a high pitched, languid moan leaving your lips. he only repeated yes, yes as you shook against him, creaming around his cock. he finally let his release take him over, burying himself inside you, filling you up.

you could feel every drop, the warmth spreading through you like wildfire, there was no other feeling like it. it was comforting, being so full, being so heavy with this huge man resting his weight on top of you.

he finally rolls off, laying beside you, catching his breath just as you were.

“it’s kinda crazy that you came to my club tonight,” you take your hair out of it’s entanglement on top of your head, letting it fall free on the bed, “i really thought i’d never see you again.”

“i’d never let that happen,” he shook his head, eyes closed as he laid beside you, chest still heaving.

“what do you mean?” you turned to look at him, “you knew i worked there?”

“nah, i’m just lucky.”

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missalt27 · 9 months

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Under the Influence. 🔮

Warning: Usage of drugs and alcohol, Afab!Pavia, Manipulation, belly bulge, Creampie, squirting and baby trapping. (Dilf! Top male reader)

Your P.O.V:

“For fuck sake leave me the fuck alone.”

You turned your back to Pavia and walked away. Grabbing the bottle of alcohol and chugging it. You’re a drug addict and alcoholic which is weird because of your condition is still okay, even in mid 30s. Even sometimes worked out at the gym making people consider you’re special. Probably, your body or looks, it doesn’t matter.

Pavia smiled at you and begin to grab your box of cigarettes from your pocket and threw it away. You looked at him unimpressed with what he had done.

“Go get your cigarettes! What are you waiting for!?” He said with a laugh before he looked away.

You sighed and grabbed the box of cigarettes before walking away. But before you could even stood up from your crouch, Pavia pulled you teasingly and snatched your alcohol bottle and smashing it on the ground.

At this rate, he was already like seeing you like this. Sad, no life drug addict who only works out for nothing. He enjoys humiliating you making your life worse than before.

You stood up and grabbed full of Pavia’s hair before pulling it by force making him look up to you.

“Angry now? Just a simple tease like that?” He laughed at your face.

“Just be happy that you’re attractive and enough to—“ Before he could even get to finish his sentence, you grabbed his jaw and covered his mouth, forcing him to shut up.

“Be fucking quiet before I shove my dick up your ass.” You looked at him straight in the eyes. He smiled at you as if it was his dream to be railed by you. He knew that he could keep you with him forever. Knowing that you can fuck him senselessly without any hesitation. He knew this is the only chance to make you his baby daddy. He can force you into getting him pregnant! He can keep you forever!

He pulled away and licked his lips. “Then do it, be a man of your words. Fuck me.”

Before you pulled away, Pavia grabbed a small piece of pill from his pocket and gave it to you.

“Here, your favourite place to escape everything…”

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“Two fingers. Now.”

Pavia pulled his panties off and showed his wet pussy. He finger himself with his middle finger before inserting his index finger. Shoving up his pussyhole while holding onto your shoulder for support. His finger going inside and out slowly but it wasn’t satisfied enough for you. This was taking too long you pushed him down onto the bed and pulled out your belt before tied Pavia’s hands together.

“Fucking take everything and shut your pretty little mouth up.”

Pavia whined after he was pushed on the bed. His pussy was letting out slick as he was desperate for you to finally use him. You shoved up your big fingers inside him harshly and going in and out of his pussy fast and rough.

“AH! Wait-..!! T-Too fast! SL..Ow down!!!” Pavia grabbed your hand hoping it would stop you from fingering him so roughly but it didn’t. You kept on pushing deep inside him.

“Aahn…. Cumming..CUMmMING!!! AAAHhnn…” Pavia ended up pissing on your hand but it didn’t stop there. You pulled out your fingers and went on top of him and took off your pants.

Pavia was panting under you after his intense orgasm. He looked at you with full of love as he hugged your torso resting his head on your shoulder. Your hands went up to his thighs and opened them widely as your hard cock teasingly rub against Pavia’s clit making him moan slightly.

You slowly insert your huge hard dick into Pavia’s pussy. His gummy walls were trying to keep up length but you’re too big! Pavia screamed after the tip of your cock hit his womb and you slowly pull in and out of his hole.

“Fuck.. you’re so fucking tight…”

You can tell that Pavia was enjoying this. He get a hold on to your shoulder and widen his legs open for you. His pussy tighten around your big cock. He felt your dick hitting his cervix and went into his womb slightly.

“Fuck, cumming…”

Hearing the word ‘cum’ makes Pavia crazy. He felt your dick was getting into his womb even deeper making him let out a tear because of the pain and pleasure.

You backed away from Pavia and continued to fuck him. Not caring if he wants your touch. Pavia look down on his stomach to see a bulge. He was shocked to see this. Seeing him like that gives him a smile on your face. You lightly pushed Pavia’s bulge making him throw his head back. You laughed at his reaction before he looked back at you with a pout.

You continued on fucking him until Pavia couldn’t keep up your pace. He was sobbing moaning in pleasure. He then squirt as you were still inside him. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me… don’t pull out..”

Pavia looked up to you with pleading eyes. You didn’t think of your consequences before you shoot your load in him filling him up nonstop. Pavia’s eyes rolled back as he felt your thick load inside his womb and spilling out his pussy.

In the end you kept on fucking Pavia for a whole two hours. Pavia knew that you were high and that pill he gave you and his plan on getting pregnant with your child is going well. Too well…

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The next morning you woke up to see Pavia sleeping on your chest. He was wearing your shirt and you were naked. Your head hurts and you stood up and trying to remember what happened last night. You look at Pavia for a while before noticing his pants on the floor had cigarettes. You stood up and grabbed the cigarette box before something caught your eye. It was the drug packet that he gave you. amphetamines

Pavia slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes before looking at you.

“M/N…? What are you doing..?”

“Thank goodness you didn’t gave me cocaine.”

“Huh..??”

“Nothing, go rest.”

Pavia stood up from the bed and took out a pregnancy test in the bathroom. A few minutes later he looked at his test that said positive. He grinned as he saw the results and got out the bathroom happily. “M/N I’m pregnant~!!”

“Excuse me..?”

You’re trying to sober up from last night drug but hearing Pavia bust out the bathroom door and skipping to you happily ranting about his pregnancy concerns you. You end up giving it in and except the consequences for your actions…

“So… should we start dating or stay as sex buddies?”

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Author’s Notes:

PLS PLS SEND ME A REQUEST ISTG. JUST RANT ABOUT YOUR HORNY NASTY FIC GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD AND I’LL PROBABLY LISTEN TO YOU.

JUST PLEASEEEEEE *dies*🕊️

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halsteadlover · 7 months

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Spencer Reid x Stripper!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: it was supposed to be a case like any other, an undercover operation like a thousand others he had done but when Spencer sets his eyes on that dancer for the first time suddenly everything fades into the background.

• Warnings: brief mention of alcohol, homicide case, nudity, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, sex, use of condoms (ALWAYS WRAP IT!!!), cursing, dirty talk, basically Spencer being a ✨man✨, tell me if I missed anything <3

• Word count: 7.6K

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. This was written in 3rd person. I had this idea for a while now but didn’t know how to write it but now here we are you have no idea how much time it took 😭 I promise I’m still working on the requests please don’t hate me I’m just trying the find the motivation to write again. I really hope you like this one please let me know what you think and comment, reblog and like ❤️ Thank you for your kindness and constant support xx

Spencer had never felt as uncomfortable as he did in that moment, surrounded by germs and all kinds of bodily fluids.

He was disgusted and couldn’t wait for this to be over soon so he could get out of there.

Damn you, Derek Morgan.

He cursed his colleague for forcing him to go in that damned place. He was in a strip club, pretending to be a normal customer so he could talk to some of the strippers and the head of the club himself about an investigation. The BAU was in fact following the case of a serial killer who lured his victims and killed them.

Since the victims – who were about four – were all affluent straight males in their thirties and there were no traces of drugs or signs on their bodies that they’d been forced to follow the killer, the team assumed the unsub was a female in her mid-twenties.

After digging into their pasts to study the victimology, the team discovered all four victims committed sexual crimes which however had somehow been attempted to be covered up. So there was no doubt those killings were about some sort of justice.

The unsub would kill them by slicing their throats with a single and precise movement, a cut so deep it was easy to say she was an expert. There was no way the four victims were her first ones, but nothing came up after Garcia searched for other murders with the same modus operandi.

After leaving their bodies on the bed of a hotel room, the unsub would also write a short note on the wall with a deep purple lipstick – a particular color – which wasn’t found on the victims’ bodies, so the team thought she wouldn’t wear it, she was carrying it with her with the sole purpose to write those simple short sentences.

The BAU had interrogated the victims of these aforementioned sexual assaults but all of them had airtight alibis so there was no real suspect. After interrogating the victims’ families and friends, they realized there was a common denominator between those four men: the Sinful Lust.

And that’s how Spencer ended up there.

He didn’t understand why it had to be him who had to be in that place. How could they think it’d be a good idea to have him to deal with strippers and people having sex around him?

Anyone could see from a mile away how uncomfortable he felt sitting there, even people who weren’t profilers. Spencer continued to look around, almost dazed by the club’s strobe lights as he tried to mask his disgust at noticing his surroundings and the intense smell of alcohol.

He never hated Derek so much.

He knew it was just his sadistic way of making him feel uncomfortable, despite the encouragement from the rest of the team though who were sure Spencer would make it.

His palms sweated with every passing second as he rubbed them on his black pants before fixing the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t used to wearing these kinds of clothes, he felt caged, in a body that didn’t belong to him.

Every woman in that place wasted no time winking at him, shooting him languid glances to which he responded with a tight and totally false smile. Some of them approached him and he had to fake interest in them by engaged stupid and languid conversations.

He couldn’t help but think about how Morgan would’ve enjoyed that situation and how he wouldn’t have wasted time making all the women in that damn club fall at his feet.

Spencer really envied him sometimes. He envied how his friend was always so easygoing and extroverted, especially with women, with a joke always ready, how he always knew what to say and when.

Suddenly the club lights dimmed and focused on the stage, stopping his rush of thoughts and indicating the strippers were about to begin the show.

Numerous tables and seats were concentrated near the stage, populated by hungry men who couldn’t wait to feast their eyes and spend their money and Spencer noted with disgust many of them were even married.

Poor wives.

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding only to gasp again as some music started and the strippers began to dance. He didn’t recognize the music and the words, preferring classical music; however, his mind wasn’t focused on the bass vibrating through the room but on analyzing the scene.

But it was so damn hard when women danced sensually in front of him half naked. It’s a physiological reaction, he kept repeating to himself, it’s normal, focus Reid, do not deconcentrate.

The dim lights only added more tension to the evocative atmosphere, interrupted every now and then by men standing up and cheering to hand over their money they had probably earned with so much effort.

Spencer moved into his seat, picking up the glass of some type of liquor he didn’t know and pretending to sip before placing it back on the table, wanting with every fiber of his being for the unsub to reveal herself.

But he knew it couldn’t be that simple. If killers had written on their foreheads they were actually killers, he wouldn’t even have a job anymore.

He wondered if she was there.

Who knew if she had already chosen her next victim.

Spencer’s eyes met with one of the three dancers on the stage and a vice gripped his stomach when he realized she was already looking at him.

Her hips continued to move sensually to the rhythm of the music as her fingers played with the buttons of the skimpy top she was wearing and for an instant Spencer thought if he wasn’t mistaken or having a hallucination.

But he wasn’t wrong.

Her eyes were fixed solely on him.

She bit her lip as she winked at Spencer, and he almost melted into that chair like snow in the sun. He tried to keep his expression as casual and neutral as possible but in reality, every single cell in his body was on fire.

She turned her body and walked sensually towards the pole and Spencer’s eyes went hungrily and impertinently down her body, making him feel no less dirty than the rest of the men present.

But he couldn’t control himself as his eyes seemed to have a life on their own and he couldn’t take them off her.

His gaze traced every exposed inch of her skin, focusing on her ass covered by a skimpy short skirt, the mere sight of her making his pants tighten around his crotch. His mind began to wander with fantasy, unable to help but imagine his head buried between her legs.

Spencer shifted in his chair dejectedly, resting his hands on his lap and covering his erection as if someone was there to notice. Nobody would’ve noticed, all eyes were on her and the dancers.

He didn’t even look at the other two women on the stage, his eyes was fixed only on her, her hips, her beautiful and smooth legs, on her body that spun with disarming ease around the dance pole.

He wondered what it’d be like to feel his fingers squeezing her hips as she rode him into oblivion and this image alone almost made him come in his pants.

He was totally mesmerized.

He didn’t know what was happening to him but every cell in his body seemed to have lit up and inflamed, his fingers were trembling with desire to slide them over her sinuous body.

But it was when her eyes met his again that Spencer felt the air sucked out of his lungs. He couldn’t quite make out the color, he was too far away to be able to do that, but just the way she was looking at him made him shift in his seat again and his aching dick erect even more.

He was paralyzed, he didn’t dare move a single muscle. He didn’t know why but he was afraid if he moved everyone would find out who he really was. That she would find out.

His eyes never left hers, a small grin painting her face as she continued to dance sensually. Spencer felt arrogant enough to assume this dance was just for him.

The show eventually ended and the lights dimmed in the club again, although Spencer managed to track the silhouettes of the dancers coming off the stage. His heart jumped into his throat when he noticed a person approaching him and not just any person but her.

Spencer’s eyes followed her every movement although the light was so low he couldn’t really make out her beautiful features. He shifted in his chair again and tried to keep his concentration up when a cloud of her scent hit him square in the face, short-circuiting every single neuron in his brain.

This was the perfect opportunity to gather information regarding the case, but at that moment Spencer seemed to have completely forgotten the reason why he was there.

“Come with me.”

That was all she said and even her voice was so sweet it mesmerized him even more, as if it was a siren’s song luring the poor sailors into her clutches. He stood up without even being asked twice, his mind trying to convince itself it was just to gather the information he needed.

At that moment, however, the only thing controlling his body was the blood rushing to his penis and not the rationality that always distinguished him.

She walked through the club ignoring everything around her while he followed her like a puppy, unaware of what was coming and what she was up to. A small, tiny part of his brain kept screaming to be careful, that she was a stranger probably looking for the money – or worse to kill him. He knew he needed to focus on the case but Spencer was too attracted to her to even listen to those voices.

Nothing like this had ever happened before. He would’ve never thought of following a stranger to who knew where without an ounce of information.

They entered a room and Spencer quickly scanned it, deducing it was her dressing room. His attention, however, immediately returned to that woman. Under those lights, he could finally look at her in all her splendor and the air was sucked from his lungs as his eyes traveled along her body and analyzed her face.

She was breathtaking, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t itching to touch her.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice broke the silence. Spencer didn’t respond at first, his eyes focused on her cleavage and the way her chest rose and fell. Only when he brought his eyes back to her face and saw the mischievous smirk on her lips he realized she had said something to him and that he must’ve looked like a complete idiot.

“What?”

She chuckled and that simple sound traveled through his body, causing his blood to rush and his penis to harden even more.

What is she doing to me?

She slightly tilted her head, her eyes vibrant as she watched – no, analyzed – Spencer.

His muscles froze as she took two steps toward him, never taking her eyes off him.

He returned her gaze with a courage he had never had and didn’t even know he possessed. Her eyes were bright but there was something particularly intense about them, something he absolutely wanted to discover and he couldn’t even name.

His breathing quickened and he prayed she wouldn’t realize how intense the effect she had on him was. She looked at him with an intensity that made him weak in the knees, with an intensity that no one had ever looked at him with.

She hadn’t torn her eyes away from his for not even a second, and although that confidence further intrigued Spencer, it scared him at the same time. He knew she was trying to get inside him, into his soul and discover his deepest secrets.

“I asked what you’re doing here.”

“You told me to come.”

She licked her lips and Spencer’s eyes flicked to her mouth, causing him to react in a way that resulted in the further restriction of his pants. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets to avoid doing something he’d regret, but damn it was so hard.

This was also the moment he understood the true meaning of the phrase ‘blue balls’.

He was so fucking horny it hurt.

“I’m well aware of that,” she replied with a smirk, probably noticing the way he was staring at her lips. “But don’t act stupid, you don’t look like one. What are you doing here?”

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat, using the shred of rationality he had left to think of an answer. But the way she was looking at him, as if she wanted him to take her right then and now, was enough to make him no longer even remember his name.

I’m an FBI agent investigating a murder case and you, like every other dancer here, could be a potential suspect.

He couldn’t say it, but damn it if she kept coming closer to him, he wouldn’t even bother giving her his wallet and bank details.

“What all the men are doing, why don’t you go ask them?”

Well done.

“I’m asking you.” She flicked her hair behind her shoulders with a single but graceful movement of her head, leaving her neck and shoulder exposed. Spencer’s throat bobbed up and down again, his mind filled with images of him sticking his tongue out and licking and tasting her skin, sucking it and leaving marks.

Dammit Reid, get a hold of yourself.

“I’ve been watching you,” she spoke, her tone calm and sensual. “You looked like you were going to vomit when you came in and I know you would’ve never come here of your own free will; so why don’t you tell me the truth pretty boy?”

Fuck yeah keep calling me that.

Why doesn’t it sound so good when Morgan calls me that?

Stop thinking about Morgan.

“There’s a first time for everyone, don’t you think?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that made him feral.

Please somebody help me.

It was only then she took her eyes away from his and let them wander slowly along his body.

She studied and analyzed him and with every inch that passed under her eyes Spencer felt his skin catch fire, especially when her gaze focused on the huge bulge in his pants.

The beautiful stranger brought her eyes back to his and Spencer didn’t miss that lustful glint in them and the way her breathing had quickened, indicating she was as affected by him as he was by her.

“What’s your name?”

“David,” Spencer replied, congratulating himself on the way he had managed to control himself and not give away his real name.

“David,” she repeated, slowly, as if wanting to taste what his name felt like on her tongue. She took another step, closing her distance and her scent hit his nostrils. It was a mixture of vanilla, coconut, innocence and sin and he was going crazy.

“I’ll pretend you don’t think I’m that stupid, David,” she winked and Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat for the third time, trying to keep his breathing to a normal pace even though his heart was pounding wildly inside his rib cage.

They continued to look at each other for an almost infinite time, the air more tense and warmer with each passing second. Spencer tried to think of something to say, anything, but the way she looked at him paralyzed him. His eyes roamed and traced the lines of her lips imagining what it’d be like to feel them pressed against his, what it’d be like to feel them wrapped around his dick and just the thought almost made him come in his pants.

I can’t do this anymore.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice so low he almost didn’t hear her. Spencer had the impression she wanted to say anything else, but she had refrained from doing it, like if she had opened her tightly closed lips she would’ve told a terrible secret.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he replied, taking his hand out of his pocket and bringing it closer to her face. His fingers played with a lock of her hair before tucking it behind her ear. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, it was as if his body was acting on its own and had completely disconnected from his brain. Her breathing quickened at that contact and that time he was the one to smirk. “What’s your name?”

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t tell me yours.”

“It matters to me. And I did, it’s up to you to believe me or not.”

She cocked one eyebrow up. “Why does it matter?”

“I want to know whose name I’m going to moan when I’ll think of you with my hand around my dick.”

Spencer almost chocked on his own words.

What the fuck?

Again, what the hell is wrong with me?

What was he doing? What was going through his mind? He completely lost his mind but he didn’t care, not when she looked at him like she wanted to tear him apart and burn him right then and there. And the worst thing was that he probably would’ve let her do it without objecting.

He could see the way she was holding back, the way she tried to appear casual but after all it was his job to know what people really felt, what they thought. He knew it from the way her pupils were so dilated they covered almost all the color of his irises, from the way her skin was flushed and the redness on her cheeks, from the light layer of sweat covering her forehead, from her rapid breathing, the stiffness of her muscles, from the way her hands clenched into two fists as if she was leveraging on herself to not let go.

But why?

Spencer wasn’t an expert in that world, but he really thought she’d try in any way to get some money, to seduce him and then leave him broke, but then why did she hold back? Why was she rejecting him? Why did she ask him to come with her if she wasn’t trying to do anything?

In other moments he would’ve investigated more but in that instant everything had taken a step backwards, Spencer didn’t seem to be focused on anything other than putting his hands on that stranger who was hypnotizing and bewitching like no one else ever did. He had never felt anything like this, being consumed by the desire to kiss her, touch her, run his tongue over every inch of her body, he never felt that raw and primordial desire to have someone.

And he wanted her.

Fuck the consequences.

“You don’t really want this,” she whispered and it didn’t take a profiler to figure out that she wasn’t sure of those words either. It was Spencer who closed the distance between the two that time, feeling the heat of her body envelop him and attracting him like a moth to flame, as every part of her skin was screaming to be touched by his fingers. Her words repelled him but the way she looked at him said something else.

“Why did you ask me to come here then?”

Her eyes looked at him with a look that even him couldn’t decipher. She was hiding something, she was battling herself and he wanted to know why.

“You don’t belong in this place.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know…” she whispered as her gaze kept alternating between his eyes and his mouth. He wet them with his tongue, pleased when he saw the way her breath hitched.

“I just couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

Spencer may not be very experienced in the women’s game, but he could see the passionate hunger in her eyes, that glimmer of lust and desire that left him breathless.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

Those two single whispered letters were enough for Spencer to destroy what little shred of control he still possessed. Before he knew it his hands were cupping her face and his lips were pressed to hers in a searing, electrifying kiss.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, he couldn’t even recognize himself at that moment. As her mouth devoured him and her tongue tasted his, he couldn’t let go of the feeling he was watching everything as if he was an outside observer, like he wasn’t the one commanding his actions.

He couldn’t believe what was happening, that he – the man who was terrified of even shaking hands with strangers for fear of germs – was kissing that beautiful, sexy stranger who had invaded his senses ever since she set her feet on that stage. And to be honest he didn’t even care, Spencer was only focused on the world in which she was devouring him.

Their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance as their deep breaths and sighs blended into each other. There was nothing sweet about that kiss, about the way he fisted his hands around her hair, the way she had her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, the saliva mixing. It was animalistic, raw, sloppy, messy, a kiss so deep they felt their soul being sucked out of their body.

The tension and electricity in the air was clearly palpable as time seemed to stop around them, leaving them engulfed in the fire of passion and making them both forget who and where they were.

While Spencer’s hands roamed along her body, squeezing and groping every inch of her skin he could reach, sucking in and swallowing every sigh that escaped her throat, he no longer thought he was an FBI agent who was there because he had a job to do.

And even his name was forgotten as her fingers began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, her fingertips leaving fiery marks on his skin as they slid down his chest. They both began taking slow steps, their mouths continuing to devour each other and only breaking away when Spencer’s legs touched the sofa in the dressing room. He sat with his legs apart and a very painful erection in his pants, his gaze on fire while his hungry eyes analyzed and looked with meticulous attention at the stranger.

Never more than in that moment was he grateful to his eidetic memory, because he knew he would never forget that divine image in front of his eyes. Her breasts, legs, hips, her waist, everything seemed to scream to be touched and worshiped and Spencer couldn’t wait to do it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered more to himself than to her, his hands resting on his thighs as he continued to let his gaze wander down her body.

She smiled and Spencer almost fainted. And it wasn’t a mischievous grin but a real smile, one of those that weakened the knees and made everything more beautiful and brighter. One of those he’d never forget.

He took her hands and pulled her towards him making her sit on his lap, her legs tightly straddling his thighs. He groaned as his hard dick collided with her core, relieving that feeling of pressure and pain even if for just a few seconds.

Before he could say or do anything she had pressed her lips on his again, starting to sensually move on him, shamelessly grinding herself and unleashing obscene sighs from both of them that sounded like they were coming from a porn.

Spencer’s hands cupped her ass, pressing his fingers so hard into her skin as he followed her movements while her hands instead continued to roam his chest, her nails pressing into his skin until she leaves red marks on it.

“Fuck I want you so bad,” she breathed into his lips and he let out a particularly loud groan when she bit his bottom lip, sucking it. Her lips parted from his, leaving wet kisses along his jaw, down his neck, sucking, biting, nibbling at his skin.

Any trace of whatever indecision she felt was gone and he couldn’t control himself anymore. His body seemed to move automatically. Lust and desire had clouded his mind, that sublime mind that had done everything to prevent these moments from happening but that had given into the most primitive of instincts. Sex.

His hands went up to the skimpy top she was wearing, ripping it off without even thinking twice before dropping the broken material on the floor, soon joined by her bra as well. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching her turgid nipples that so recalled his mouth.

Spencer obeyed that wish, wrapping his lips around one of her breasts sucking it while he continued to grope the other. Her hands threaded through his hair, curling into fists and pulling, causing another groan from Spencer. He didn’t even know he was into this. His hips jerked up, continuing to grind against her for some relief.

“Please…” He let go of her breast, throwing his head back and fearing he’d explode right then and there. He wanted to know that stranger’s name, he desperately wanted to moan it and he equally desperately wanted to tell her his, just so he could hear it screamed by her beautiful mouth as he fucked her. “I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing this.”

She giggled and this was a further shock to Spencer, who thought he was going to have a heart attack at any moment. Her hands fumbled with his belt, undoing the button and pulling down the zip of his pants. He let out a sigh of relief when, after slightly lifting his hips, she lowered his pants along with his precum stained boxers, finally releasing his erection.

“Shit…” he hissed a curse through gritted teeth as her hand wrapped around his dick. It started to move up and down with it and he closed his parted lips as he tried to suppress his moans. His eyes were glued on that stranger’s hand who gave him pleasure, a vision he’d never forget. Her hand was so delicate and perfect, in stark contrast to the sinful and dirty action she was doing.

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan for me, okay?”

Spencer met her gaze and nodded, not trusting his own voice. She lifted herself from his lap and knelt between his spread legs and if Spencer hadn’t already been sitting down, the mere image of her on her knees with her hand wrapped around his dick would’ve made him fall to the ground.

“Is this okay?” She asked and Spencer found himself nodding again, this time with so much enthusiasm that she chuckled.

“Yes please…” he breathed as she continued to masturbate him, alternating fast and slow movements and making him lose his mind even more, if that was even possible. Her thumb drew imaginary circles on his red, wet tip, making him gasp against his will.

He placed a hand on her cheek, her skin hot against his palm, his thumb caressing her lips. His breath hitched in anticipation when she wrapped her lips around his thumb, her eyes never leaving Spencer’s as she sucked on his fingertip. “I’m dying to have this pretty mouth around my dick, do you want to show me what it can do?”

Spencer had no clue where this confidence was coming from, but he was too horny to think about shyness and what to say.

She let go of his thumb and stuck her tongue out before tracing the shaft of his penis with a single, excruciatingly slow lick from the base to his tip. He let out a deep, loud groan, throwing his head back as he felt his silky skin against her tongue. It was an aphrodisiac sensation and if Spencer was to believe in heaven and an afterlife, her mouth would definitely be his.

“Shit just like that,” he moaned as her tongue drew imaginary circles on his tip, sucking and taking away every trace of precum. His soul nearly left his body when she encircled his tip with her lips, sliding his length into her mouth until his dick hit the back of her throat.

She placed a hand on his bare, hairy thighs, dragging her nails across his skin as if to draw his attention to her and Spencer granted her wish, lifting his head and looking down at that sin dressed as an angel who was sucking his dick.

Fucking hell I don’t even believe in angels.

It was immoral, the most unethical thing he could’ve done, something for which he could’ve even be kicked out of the team but Spencer couldn’t care less, not when that mouth was sucking him like her life depended on it and making him feel a pleasure he couldn’t even think was possible to feel.

“You’re so good little angel,” he praised her, placing a hand on her head threading his fingers through her hair and a little spark lit up in her eyes. She definitely had a praise kink. “This mouth will be the death of me.”

She hollowed her cheeks, picking up the pace as her head bobbed up and down and her tongue licked circling his dick. Spencer felt like he was already one step away from exploding in her mouth, but he didn’t want to come, not before being buried deep inside her. “Dammit… Stop, stop, I don’t want to come yet.”

He cupped her face pressing his lips to her swollen, wet ones while simultaneously pulling her on his lap again. He kissed her as if he wanted to suck her soul out of her body, resting his hands on her smooth, bare thighs as his fingers pressed into her skin, teasing her but never touching that magical spot where Spencer couldn’t wait to sink.

“For fuck’s sake touch me,” she hissed impatiently pulling on the young man’s hair, earning a small grin from him.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck, inhaling deeply that scent he knew would torment him for the rest of his life, that scent that drugged and marked him in the span of very few seconds. His thumbs kept drawing circles on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy as she squirmed under his touch and Spencer was loving every single shred of the desperation she showed.

She wanted him.

She wanted him desperately.

Spencer never had someone who wanted him so badly, sure he had his experiences with women – albeit very limited ones – but he had never felt anything so deep, animalistic and visceral. He had never had any woman looking at him with that fire in her eyes, as if he was the only man who existed for her, as if he was everything she wanted, as if she could die at any moment if he didn’t give it to her.

But that stranger did.

And damn it felt so good.

“Please, I want it… I want you…” she cried out in an impatient and desperation tone and that was music to his ears. If there was some divine entity Spencer thanked it for making her wear a miniskirt.

His fingers slipped into her panties, moaning to himself as he felt the amount of fluids wetting her pussy. “So wet… You’re going to kill me, you know that right?”

She didn’t answer, she threw her head back while Spencer looked at her with hooded eyes and one of his fingers wasted no time in penetrating her. Her hips moved in rhythm and he trembled with anticipation, imagining her walls squeezing his dick.

“Fuck yes…” she moaned loudly, her hands in Spencer’s hair as he inserted a second finger inside her, watching her reaction and how her body writhed in pleasure.

“You’re so tight little angel, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside this wet pussy,” he murmured with pleasure before taking one of her breasts into his mouth, too temptingly as he sucked and licked it. His other arm went around her hips, holding her in place and keeping her from squirming away. “How many of them did you let fuck you mmh? How many have made you feel this way?” He licked her chest, her collarbone, every inch of skin he could reach before he began torturing her other breast.

“No one…” she breathed, unable to finish her sentence due to her heavy panting and moaning. Her thighs were shaking, her hands gripping his hair. “Nobody… Holy shit…” She trailed off again, her body contorting forward if it wasn’t for Spencer’s arm holding her and he knew his fingers had hit her G-spot.

He actually had no idea what he was doing or how to move but he was an attentive observer. His eyes glued to her studied with careful attention every single breath, the intensity of her moans, the way her muscles trembled, the way her pussy clenched, the way she held him, studying her body and quickly adapting to her reaction.

“Oh God yes, yes, you’re so fucking good keep going…” she cried out and then looked down at him. Her thumb traced his lips and – just as she had done earlier – he wrapped them around her finger, sucking on it as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Her walls clenched his wet fingers and if the vision of her coming over them didn’t make him lose his sanity, then he didn’t know what else would.

Spencer left her no room to catch her breath or strength after her orgasm.

“Open.” He ordered, bringing his fingers that until a few moments before were inside her, close to her lips. She didn’t hesitate to lick Spencer’s wet fingers clean, making him dizzy as her eyes watched with adulation and lust at the way his tongue sensually moved her fluids. “Yeah little angel, just like that.”

He was going crazy. He seriously thought his vessels were going to explode from how horny he was.

She let go of his fingers and sloppily kissed him, making him taste her juices on her tongue. “Fuck what are doing to me…” She whispered and something told Spencer she didn’t mean to say those words out loud.

“If you think I’m anywhere near done with you, you’re completely wrong,” he murmured against her lips. “Show me how a good girl you are and sit on me, let me see how this pretty pussy soaks my dick.”

Good job Dr Reid.

I’m really proud of myself.

“And here I thought you were a virgin,” she chuckled before getting up and taking a condom from one of the drawers in her closet, but not before taking off her panties. She settled down by straddling his thighs again before slipping the condom onto his painfully hard dick. She lifted her pelvis and wrapped her hand around Spencer’s dick, letting herself be penetrated until she found herself completely sitting on it. “But I know behind this cute pretty face you’re so dirty, filthy enough to fuck a stripper whose name you don’t even know.”

Spencer clung to every ounce of strength in his body to concentrate on anything other than the warm, wet walls of that stranger’s pussy or he would’ve come instantly.

He had even forgotten how good it felt to have sex after so long and remembered why people were so obsessed with it, why his team pestered him to get laid.

Her pussy engulfed him so perfectly it seemed to have been made just for him.

“You feel so good god…” she breathed out a moan interrupting her sentence as she slowly raised her hips and lowered herself again. Spencer couldn’t control a deep groan as she continued to tease and torture him with that slow motion, rolling her hips on his dick.

Spencer’s fingers found themselves on her ass for the second time, groping and spreading her ass cheeks trying to maintain control but it was so damn hard when all he wanted to do was fuck her brains out of her head.

“F-faster… You’re torturing me…” he panted brokenly, his chest quickly rising and falling as if he was running a marathon.

Instead, she kept going with her slow, destabilizing pace, lifting her hips again and slowly lowering herself on his raging dick, torturing him further as the sounds she let out filled the room. Those alone would’ve been enough to make him fall into the void and never be able to get back to the surface.

“Beg me.”

“Please, please… Make me feel good little angel, make me come,” he obeyed, not caring about sounding pathetic. The smirk that formed on her lips was the manifestation of the most pure form of sin, a sin for which there was no absolution or redemption.

Luckily Spencer didn’t even believe in these things.

But if there was a definition of heaven and hell, if they ever existed, it would’ve been her.

Her and those eyes that looked at him like they wanted to capture what was left of his soul, those eyes that would’ve made Spencer thrown himself off a cliff if she had asked.

Her and those hands that held him and touched him, causing him sensations he didn’t even know the meaning of, and this said something for a person who knew the meaning of every single word written in the dictionary.

Her and her deadly mouth that continued to kiss him until there was no air left in his lungs, her teeth biting him, her tongue licking his skin and sucking his tongue.

Her and those moans and gasps she couldn’t hold back and that Spencer was absorbing one by one, imprinting them in his memory so he could repeat them again and again.

“Look at you, aren’t you a desperate little thing? So hungry for me,” she sensually whispered in his ear and biting his earlobe. Fulfilling Spencer’s wishes, she began to increase her pace, placing her hands on the back of the couch for support.

Nothing resounded except their moans, pants, grunts mixing with each other, the sound of their skin rubbing and flapping and their lips smacking with each kiss with the smell of sex, sin and prohibition filling their nostrils.

Spencer’s eyes were glued on her, on her parted lips and her head thrown back, her eyes half closed, her tits bouncing in rhythm with her thrusts which he didn’t waste time taking into his mouth and sucking them, biting the nipples until they were numb.

She fisted Spencer’s hair again, pulling it and forcing him to tilt his head back to look at her. That gesture made him grunt and aroused him even more than he already was, and his hips twitched against her, giving a particularly deep thrust that made her curse.

“I can see how you’re holding back pretty boy,” she sighed, continuing to ride him but slowing her pace this time causing a pathetic cry to escape his lips. She kept brushing her lips against his without kissing him, with the sole aim of torturing him and driving him crazy. As if she hadn’t already done it. “Don’t hold back, I can see how much you want to ruin me, how much you’re dying to destroy me.”

“Fuck.” He cursed and something snapped inside him.

He thrusted his hips so deep into her she choked out a moan and he was sure she felt it in every corner of her pussy. His long fingers continued to press into the red, heated flesh of her ass holding her still while he jerked his hips forcefully, taking command even though she was still on top of him.

His dick kept pushing in and out of her, engulfed by her pussy as it tightened around him. Spencer knew how fundamental the importance of using protection was, especially with strangers, but he wished he didn’t wear that damn condom so much, so he could feel every wet corner of her around his dick.

“Oh fuck yes… Just like that,” she loudly moaned and he was sure that by now everyone had heard what was going on in that dressing room but had chosen to ignore it.

Spencer didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. He needed to come but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want this to end.

That’s why he made her get up off him, earning a confused expression before flipping her onto that couch and laying on top of her. He opened her legs and positioned himself between them. He left her no room to say anything as he aligned his dick with her entrance, penetrating her in one motion.

Her legs encircled his hips, her heels pressed against his skin as he fucked her on that couch like his life depended on it, with hard, deep thrusts that made her eyes water.

He had completely lost control.

His hand went around her throat, a gesture that happened spontaneously and that Spencer didn’t even realize until he saw the smirk and expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

How long has he been into choking?

That damn woman would be his downfall.

“Is this what you wanted?” he groaned, his fingers tightening sideways around her throat, being careful not to press on her windpipe. Some strands of hair fell in front of his eyes but she removed them, almost making him faint at that sweet gesture, in stark contrast to the animalistic way in which they were fucking.

“I knew there was a little devil inside you pretty boy, God you’re so fucking sexy,” she gasped, biting hit lower lips and making him increase his pace. “Yes, yes, yes I’m going to come… Keep going fuck yeah…”

His thrusts were deep, messy and although he tried to keep himself from coming, wanting to prolong that feeling of ecstasy as long as possible, it was impossible as her pussy kept clenching around him, moaning “I’m coming” in his ear so sexily it made him come. Spencer exploded and with one last thrust he let himself go into a mind-blowing orgasm that made his body tremble and his eyes blind for a few moments as he poured all his sperm inside the condom.

There were a few moments of silence, broken only by the panting and deep breathing of the two as they caught their breath.

After the ecstasy of the orgasm, Spencer stood up, noticing out of the corner of his eye that she too was trying to get up but her still shaking legs prevented her from doing so. He tried to hold back a smirk, giving her a hand and helping her to get on her feet before earning a feeble “Thank you.”

What the fuck did I just do?

I just had sex with a stripper who could be a potential witness/suspect while undercover.

I’m so screwed.

He realized the enormous mistake he had just made, not even imagining the consequences. He thanked no one in particular for not having worn the microphone or, holy shit, that would’ve been difficult to explain.

Spencer didn’t say a word and he was grateful that she didn’t either, too dazed and groggy to be able to face a conversation.

They both cleaned up in silence and after throwing the condom in the bin, Spencer tried to tidy himself up, tucking his shirt into his pants after buttoning it.

His profiler nature, however, couldn’t help but notice the way how her demeanor completely changed, going from that sexy vicious woman to a silent shy one. She hadn’t so much as glanced at him, he noticed how her shoulders were tense while she moved frantically as if she was trying to vanish from that dressing room as quickly as possible.

She was nervous.

But why?

“You still haven’t answered my initial question, you know?” Spencer broke the awkward silence, before he could stop his tongue.

Damn it Reid why do you want to complicate things so badly?

She turned her head towards him, looking at him with a confused expression trying to make up her mind.

But then a small smile spread across her features before she closed her backpack and placed it on her shoulder. “No one’s been lucky enough to get in here,” she replied, effectively giving the answer Spencer was looking for and for some strange and absurd reason he believed her. “Or unlucky, depending on your point of view.”

Before he could answer she gave him one last glance and left the dressing room. He was supposed to be relieved, there would be no question he couldn’t answer – especially after she realized David wasn’t his real name – but for some reason he couldn’t let go that sinking feeling in his stomach.

He was good at analyzing other people’s emotions, every facet and change of expression, but he wasn’t as good with himself.

He was tempted to follow her, at least to know her name, to find out who the woman who had fried his brain was, but before going out he noticed a small object near the door, probably fallen from her backpack before she went out.

He knelt to pick it up from the ground, but his blood froze in his veins and his heart stopped beating for a millisecond when he realized what the object was.

It was a purple lipstick.

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hiii! request for kaz x reader where she’s super drunk and he has to help her get home. they end up spending the night together. love ur work!!!!

This took a bit of a turn… your warning would be grief and a bit of sadness. Looks like that’s today’s theme.

I’ll sit with you

All Kaz wanted was a calm night. He had too much to do. Too much to look over. And all of it wasn’t gonna get done unless he concentrated. But the universe had other plans because not even an hour later after he had sat down his door was opened by a worried-looking Inej.

“We might have a problem”, she muttered, looking at him worriedly. “What is it this time?”, Kaz grunted, “Can’t you all just figure some stuff on your own?” Inej frowned but just shook her head, “It’s Y/n”. And that was enough to make a shiver run down Kaz’s body. All of the worst scenarios flashed through his mind.

“She’s alive just…”, as if reading Kaz’s thoughts Inej added, “Just so fucking drunk”. Kaz ran his damp hands over his pants, “So, walk her home”, he gritted his teeth. He hated it when you got the hold of your alcohol consumption. It happened rarely. But… his eyes darted to the calendar on his desk. Today was marked in a red bubble. Your sister’s death date. Mentally cursing himself for letting it slip Kaz stood over reaching for his cane. Inez looked at him as if seeing a spectacle. “What?”, Kaz practically growled. “I didn’t think you would actually… go to her”, her voice was barely a whisper. “Yeah, me neither but look at me now”, he gestured to himself before pushing past her.

Kaz was at least glad that you had chosen one of his bars to get wasted at. He had people there. Even more so that meant that his crows were there. So at least someone kept an eye on you. But what he didn’t expect was to see Jesper holding onto a ladder shouting towards the ceiling. Well, until he looked up himself and there you were. Curled on the wooden beam. Face radish and splotchy.

“Move”, Kaz jabbed his cane into Jesper’s back, climbing the first couple steps of the ladder. “Care to explain?”, he looked straight at you. Trying to keep his worrying at bay for now. “No”, you muttered, sad eyes burning through him. “How many of my bottles did you down, huh?”, even if his legs screamed at him, he still climbed higher. You glanced to the side, looking at the table below, “Two maybe”.

Kaz hummed, “The good kind?”, pulling himself up. “With the waxed top”, you muttered, licking your lips, eyes growing hazy. Kaz nodded trying to keep his balance as he inched closer to you, “Very well, at least you have a good taste”. You chuckled lightly, pushing to get up but miscalculating your balance. Nearly tipping over the edge. Gasps from below filled the bar. But Kaz already had his arms around you.

“Have I told you that I hate that you climb things like a lunatic?”, Kaz sighed, making sure you both were steady on your feet. “Once or twice”, you hiccuped, quickly covering your mouth. Kaz gave you a tight smile. Reaching his arm out, he pulled you closer, “Come here”, the warmth of his filled all of the broken pieces of your heart. As you clung to him as if he was a lifeline. “It’s okay, I got you”, he muttered against your hair. “I’m sorry”, you whimpered, feeling your eyes fill up with tears. “I understand. We both lost people we loved. I will never hold that against you”, you moved to look up at him. Watching him for a heartbeat before nodding your head. “Come on, I’ll sit with you for a bit and then we will go home”, Kaz muttered, before helping you to sit down. “And you bunch get lost”, he gestured to the rest of the crows looking up at you two.

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could you do a threesome with Slash and Duff, making the sounds for 'rocket queen' if ykwim... And lets just say that duff and the reader are tg but slash wanted to join them and they said yes cuz why not 🌚🌚

hiii I’m so so sorry it’s late.

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warnings: *smut* *threesome* *p in v* *oral sex* *m receiving* *duff gets jealous* *cum play* *cum eating* *cussing* *mentions of drugs and alcohol* *usage of drugs and alcohol*

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You and Duff were down at the studio with the rest of the band. You were Duff’s girlfriend. Izzy was there sitting on the couch. He was clearly out of it zoning out every 3 minutes. Axl was on the couch watching Izzy to see if anything went wrong with him. Steven and Slash were arguing over a bottle of Jack Daniels even though there were plenty of bottles for both of them to go through separately. Duff took the bottle of Jack and threw it on the ground so there was nothing to fight over. Slash and Steven were upset. You saw all the white powder and used syringes on the table next to the couch. Izzy had white powder smeared all over his nose. So did Slash and Steven. Axl was sober and he didn't use drugs. He would occasionally drink. Axl would smoke a lot. So did everyone else in the band. You watched Duff occasionally sip his Vodka. Axl wanted to get all the studio stuff over with. So did everyone else. They needed a female. They needed someone with amazing vocal abilities during hot and steamy sex. Unfortunately, Axl had heard you and Duff have sex. Slash heard you both every night from next door at the house you all shared for a bit. Axl wanted to have sex with you for Rocket Queen but Duff and you disagreed. Instead, Axl had another idea.

“Why don’t you two record yourself having sex? In all honesty, I’m too tired to fuck right now,” He said.

You were surprised that your boyfriend's friend had said that in front of you both. Everything was already set up for the both of you at the studio. All you needed to do now was have sex. Axl, Izzy, and Steven left for the both of you to do it.

“Hey guys” Slash smirked awkwardly.

“Hi,” You say smiling.

“Mind if I join the two of you?” He asked.

You wanted to think straight through it but at the end, you thought why the hell not? You clipped the mic onto your garter that was on your thigh. Slash wanted to eat you out on the couch. Instead, you both came up with how it was going to work.

“Okay, so how about Duff does it first until he has his orgasm? And then Slash could do it straight after Duff is done because some women have multiple orgasms” You say to Slash and Duff.

“Sure” They both slur their words. Both of them were heavily drunk. Duff removes his pants. Slash watches as Duff enters you.

“Duff” You yelp. You hold on to Duff’s shoulders while the tip of his cock hits your g spot over and over again. He kissed your neck. You both were secure in the position so you both don’t fall over. You felt another pair of hands on your waist. The mic was clipped on you capturing all the perfect moans and sounds of you both doing it.

“Almost there” You softly cry out. Your small sobs and moans made Duff move faster. “Y/N,” He groans as he holds your hips making your pussy his cock even more.

Duff left the ring of his wet orgasm inside of your soaking pussy. You felt a soft coat of liquid from your thighs. Your come-covered thighs were so attractive to Duff. Duff seeing you covered like that with part of him made him feral for another round with you. Duff dropped you and your arms wrapped around the back of Slash's neck. Slash was straddling you just like Duff was. You felt his cock enter you. Slash buried his face in your bare tits as you continued to ride him. “Ohhh” An exaggerated moan escaped your mouth. Duff was sitting down with Slash watching the both of you fuck.

“Slash slow down” You moaned as you felt him twitch inside of you like how a vibrator would. “Oh Slash” You moan weakly.

You felt his hands on your hips and his face was still buried deep into your huge tits. You felt soft wet strokes to your hard and sensitive nipples. “Oh, Slash” It was his final thrust. You kept stroking his curly hair gently. Duff was jealous that you liked his cock better than his. Duff was sitting there watching in anger. Duff grabbed your head as he watched. Slash’s face fell out of your tits like he was a cat in a tree. He put your mouth to his cock. You were surprised you could even bend like that. Your tongue slowly stroked his cock. Your tongue turned circles around Duff's tip. Soon your mouth started to go up and down his cock.

“Y/N,” He said taking deep breaths.

You let out moans and small groans from Slash still fucking you. Soon you felt your orgasm occur. Your body was squirming and moving but you knew not to disappoint your blonde boyfriend. Slash got up and passed out on the studio floor while Duff was in the midst of his orgasm. You felt him shake. You felt his salty seed coat the sides of your cheeks. You felt yourself swallowing his wet load. You finally both let out deep breaths from the intense sex all three of you had. The mic caught all of your satisfying moans. The band cut out all the extra noises of Duff and Slash. It was all just your sound.

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strawb3rryshortcak5 · 2 years

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When You Wash Your Hair

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

Summary: It has been 13 months since Simon has been properly home. The day before he left, the two of you got into an agonizing argument. Not knowing whether or not you will be there when he gets home, he silently walks up to the house.

Contains: SFW, angst to fluff, ooc Ghost (he is a cold man out on the field, but he is mostly a softie for you), descriptions of yelling, arguments, anxiety, abandonment, swearing, crying, anger, and also a bit of kissing, hints of alcoholism but its mentioned briefly

A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic on tumblr so i apologize if this is shite 🤭 Let me know if there is anything i should improve on. Enjoy this long asf oneshot of our babygirl ghosty 🫶💞 Also!! based on the song ‘when you wash your hair’ by Matt Maltese

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This all started out with you voicing your concerns about your relationship. The feelings of abandonment you felt every time he left for a job and the worry and anxieties that followed after, not knowing whether he was going to come home safe or in a hearse. It scared you, you loved him, but the lack of communication during the time he was away was killing you.

You cried trying to tell him how it felt. You sobbed on the floor of your shared bedroom, telling him that you were growing apart. You never wanted to stop loving him, you didn’t think it was possible. But you could not do this to yourself by staying. It was painful.

It started to get heated when he shut down. He stopped looking at you as he sat further onto the once warm bed you two had slept in together. He grunted, and pushed himself up. Without looking back at you, he slowly marched to the other side of the room. He swiftly opened a drawer on one of two dressers you owned, this one specifically for his SAS attire. It carried his weapons, his private files, obviously his clothes, and some other miscellaneous items he kept hidden. He grabbed the black duffle that sat next to it and started packing. You sat on the floor in quiet disbelief as Simon started carefully folding and stuffing clothes into the bag.

“Simon, you can’t be serious right now.” Your once sad and lonely voice slowly drifted into an angry yelp.

Furious you felt as he continued not responding to you, you stood up and stomped over to him, grabbing what he was holding and tossing it to the side.

“What is your problem!?” You squealed as he stared at you. His face devoid of any kind of expression.

He softly moved from his kneeling position into a standing one. Keeping eye contact with you as you searched his body language for anything you could use to answer your question.

“My problem? What is your problem Y/N? You knew what you were getting into when you got with me, and now all of a sudden its a surprise i have to leave? Get a hold of yourself.” He said, starting to raise his voice.

He pushed past you to grab the pants you had thrown to the other side of the room. Stiffly walking back to the duffle and kneeling down once again. The truth is, he hated fighting with you. He hated seeing you so devastated at the fact he had to leave. He didn’t want to leave, but long ago he had gotten numb to the feeling of homesickness. Of course he missed you, but he clearly prioritized his job over you. Everyone knew this.

Not knowing how to respond to your husbands words, you walked out of the bedroom and practically ran down the stairs to the living room. Sitting down on the couch and putting your hands onto your face, covering it. Thinking over the situation and gathering the proper words to say, you decided when he came back down you would speak to him again.

A couple minutes later he descended the stairs, duffle and work boots in hand and passed your frame on the couch to go straight to the door. All the words you wanted to say were forgotten and what came out of your mouth shocked the both of you.

“If you leave right now Simon, i can’t promise i will be home when you get back.” You said, sternly. Eyes widening ever so slightly at your own sentence.

“This is my bloody job Y/N!” He bellowed. “I have to go, regardless of how you feel. If you leave that is not my fault. Do whatever the hell you want!”

Dropping his packed bag back onto the floor, He twists around to look across the room at your form. You were shaking at his response. Not from fear or sadness, but from what only one could describe as poisonous rage.

“Get out.” The calmness of your voice made the silence that came after it more deafening.

Wordlessly, he tied up his boots, grabbed all of his things he had previously collected and left by the front door, and walked out.

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He was finally home. Taking a taxi from the airport to what he used to call he private safe house, he sat silent the whole drive. He was nervous. Walking up to his own house feels surreal. The nagging sensation in the pit of his stomach begins to feel painful. Anxiety fills his body, nonetheless he continues on.

The red light of the evening

The cotton that you wear

They cover up your neck this way

Adjusting his baklava and swinging his duffle further onto his shoulder, he digs in his pockets for his keys. Nearly dropping them as he pulls them out, he unlocks the door. He quickly notices that the sound of water running is most prominent in his ears. Thin walls.

“Y/N.” He says quietly. “Thank god.”

Placing his stuff down and removing the rest of his heavy gear, including his mask, he walks towards the sound of what he assumes to be the shower. He starts to sweat as he ascends the stairs. The bathroom door is slightly ajar as he creeps up to it, pushing it open slowly.

Your calm and naked crying

Washing off Chanel

From the edges of your neck this way

You don’t hear the door open, too concentrated on lathering your loofa in soap and scrubbing yourself down. Simon bought you this bath set. It had been such a wonderful surprise when he brought it home to you. Your tears flowing even more as you thought of him. You didn’t leave the house after the argument, but you did call your mom. She told you that it was completely your decision if you wanted to leave and that her advice would not have mattered anyways. So you followed the direction of your heart and stayed.

Paying back attention to your surroundings, you see a large burly figure through the slight transparency of the shower curtain. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you yelp and pull the curtain back clumsily, enough to see this figure but not enough for them to see anything but your face.

You did some things that you forgot

Drinking wine and smoking pot

You tried to be someone you are not

Simon’s eyes soften at the sight of your surprised but tired gaze. Before he had walked up to see you, he noted the amount of empty bottles of wine laying on the floor of the living room. You had been drinking, quite a bit. This concerned him as you were not a person who drank often. Only having a shot or two when going out and certainly not drinking at home.

“Simon?” You whispered dropping the curtain and snatching the towel you had left next to the sink.

Wrapping yourself up, you step out of the shower. Not speaking a word after that. You stared at him, hard. Searching for potential wounds or new found scars on his face and arms. He doesn’t move. Your tears begin flowing again, faster than last time.

“I am so sorry, my love.” He states, taking a few steps forward and finally actually entering the bathroom.

You don’t know what to say at all. You didn’t want to forgive him. Fuck that. But deep down you knew you had already forgiven him the second he walked out the door in the first place. Covering your mouth as you began sobbing, you look to your side and back to him.

“You are a fucking asshole.” You say, nothing but sadness laced in between your words.

Marching forward you grab your husband and pull him into a tight hug, him returning it immediately. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold his shoulder from behind. He grabs your water soaked head and brings it into his chest, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

The apology comes out easier than he expected it to. He apologized for everything you thought he wasn’t aware of. He apologized for leaving you alone. He apologized for prioritizing his job over his wife. He apologized for constantly leaving socks on the floor of your bedroom and everything else in between. Swaying you back and forth as you sobbed in his arms.

“Its okay, its okay.” You whispered over and over again as he held you. Interrupting his apologies quietly over and over again until he was done.

Pulling yourself off of him slightly you grab his face with your hands and look up into his eyes. Moving your hands up his face, you eventually run your fingers through his hair and return back down to his cheeks.

Now the morning sweeps you up

You take your evening outfit off

“Join me?” You question, quickly gazing back at the still running shower and then back to his pretty eyes. dropping the towel as you do so.

“Of course.” He whispers lovingly. Silently taking off his clothes as he follows you back into the shower.

You run your shower and lean back your head

He kisses your lips as you close the curtain. Kissing him back with everything you have, you equally as fast pull away. Muttering a quick ‘you smell’ as you move to stand behind him, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some into your hand. He hums blissfully as you begin massaging his scalp. When it’s scrubbed enough, you turn him around and back him into the flowing water of the shower head. Letting the soap wash away from his hair.

“Thank you for staying. Fucking hell, i wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you left.” He smiles a bit as he says this and you are quick to lock your lips once again. More passionately this time, him knowing in his heart that you are his forever. He will always be grateful for you.

I love when you wash your hair

#If this is bad please forgive me i am not a professional fanfic writer yet 🙏#cod ghost x reader #simon riley #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #melchior #isamu #leonard #chaptered #alcohol tw #dubious consent tw #male darling

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cheesit-notes · 1 year

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After i read about mean caption prices ( abuse power) i just have an idea for Alejandro being mean too,

just want to request that

Love your work so much!

no title, just fucking alejandro

tags: drunk decisions, dub-con, possibly incorrect spanish, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), inappropriate touches from alejandro, kinda forcing himself on reader

a/n: asked a friend for the phrase at the end and idk if she really gave me an accurate translation l but um, i really wish i just googled it now. anywho enjoy! i tried my best to make alejandro be like his words are sweet but his actions are mean but i cant think of him as a power abuser TT im so sorry if I didn’t do what you wanted

alejandro doesn’t sound mean, no, his words are so, so sweet. in fact, every word has you hanging onto his next. god, and his praises are to live for. a successful mission and his hands gripping your shoulder while he exclaims how you did so well, making you feel oh so special.

so special, in fact, you excuse the little actions your colonel makes. the way he sneakily pinches your ass, and how his eyes are most definitely not on yours. his arm hung over your shoulder linger for far longer than appropriate, rubbing on your shoulder occasionally. how he asks you for little favors at the late hours of the night; to go to his office, and sit there silently while he looked at you. and 5 minutes later, you’re dismissed to go back to your barracks while he finished up some… unfinished business. what that is, you don’t ask; alejandro told you not to worry about it and you trust your colonel, don’t you?

there’s little things he does that you don’t know about. going through your records, checking your marital status, just the little details. on occasion, he’ll let it slip, but please, don’t mind him! he’s just checking for safety measures, or something like that.

one day, he’s a little too bothered with his unfinished business and he needs help, specifically your help! of course you feel honored, he’s your colonel, and he’s asking for your help, specifically. so you'll dismiss the fact he barged into your baracks, yeah?

leaning against the door with an arm over his head, hair disheveled, a thin layer of sweat like he just had a workout and hazy eyes like of someone drunk. and you're sitting in bed with nothing more than a thin layer of cloth covering you.

the next few seconds are a blur; he walks over and now you're trapped in between his arms as he's breathing into the crook of your neck. he smells faintly like alcohol and you can't stop squirming around, it just feels soo ticklish when his breath hits your skin. holding your hands down with his to keep you still, he whispers a quick, barely audible "por favor, let me do this..." before slamming your lips with his.

he's all over your lips, only really letting go for a bit to let you catch your breath. his body pressed against yours; you can feel his chest moving as he breathes, a few strands of hair fall on your face, and the growing bulge in his pants. he'll take a good look of you, soaking in every little detail of your pretty little face before going down on you. and he's so, so good with his tongue, you're practically seeing stars. when he's done with that, he'll shove two fingers and spread you open as wide as possible, to test you, prep you.

your clothes are ripped off you and he's fumbling trying to unzip his pants with one hand. the seconds it takes to free his cock feels like forever to him, so forgive your colonel if he's a little impatient, ok? oh he really should do more prep with you, i mean, just look at your tight little pussy. he really should, but god, he doesn' have the time; he might as well die if he doesn't shove his throbbing cock in you right now. and that's what he does.

rams his cock straight into your pretty plush cunt. and it's so thick. he might not have the longest cock, but god, he's a contender for one of the thickest. you're being stretched so wide, so far, no one has ever stretched you this far and it hurts. but it feels so good, and tears flow down your face, and you're too cockdrunk to form words. eye rolled back, you subconsciously grind on him, even after he's made you cum, even when the overtsimulation is getting painful. he's picking up the speed, chasing after his own pleasure, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside. and he's singing you honeyd praises between grunts. praises that keep you staying, keep you wanting more.

it takes him so, so much self control to pop him cock out and cum on your stomach. he's still riding his high, a little drunk when he collapses onto your chest.

"quiero follarte en la posición de perra nalgona.."

you look at him confused. god, you need some spanish lessons don't you? he chuckles.

"guess you need to improve your spanish. so i'll meet you here tomorrow night for some personal spanish lessons, aye?"

how can you decline your colonel?

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #dubcon #colonel alejandro #cod smut #alejandro smut #drunk #mdni #cheesy likes cod?!#cheesy requests

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Ch. 01 - Jekyll and Hyde

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Black! OFC

Warning(s): Follows the FX tv show, Shameless, viewer discretion be advised. Depictions of grooming as well as non-consensual acts being mentioned, depictions and ideations of suicide, depictions of drug and alcohol abuse, racial and homophobic slurs, mentions of CPS/CYS and foster care, depictions and mentions of consensual sexual acts, depictions of violence (gun and maybe gang), depictions of mental health, depictions of inherited addiction, and so much fucking more.

Synopsis: All Lip Gallagher ever had was family and despite the praise over his intellect, the health and wellbeing of his people were far more important than him furthering his education. Lecroy was a young girl destined to face abandonment until the Gallagher clan came through. Using her own skillset and connects to build a better life for those she loves, she ties Lip and his family to her hip.

"Lecroy, please be careful after school, your father and I won't be home by the time your let out," the Murphy matriarch, Carly, practically begs as she hustles around the house.

On the staircase / coat closet, an exhausted teenage girl sits just nodding away with soft hums. Her mind struggled to decide if it wanted to fall victim to her urge to sleep or appease the anxiety of her mother. Her head was stuffed between the deep brown painted bars of the railing, weirdly finding the cold touch to be comfortable.

Not noticing a thing, Carly continues muttering about. "If you can, just stay over at the Gallaghers and if not, either come straight home or to the shop." She'd state from inside kitchen, speed racing to brew herself some coffee.

"I'll be working the night the shift as well, Monique called off at the last minute and we need the money, so please... I don't wanna hear it," she huffs, finally reaching the door.

Her arms were accessorized with a large tote bag, stuffed with a steel travel cup, a pair of crocs to shift into, and her lunches for both shifts while the other arm carried her Louis Vuitton purse. She was dressed in black and gold scrubs with a black hair wrap and black converse.

Carly -- short for Carleen II -- was a beautiful woman who reached around the average height of 5'4" with a thick, curvy figure. Her brown skin shined gracefully, her face free of all blemishes and wrinkles. She inherited the round yet sharp features dotted with freckles from her father's side of the family. Her naturally red hair, lined with white streaks was styled in box braids and tied into a top bun.

As beautiful and rare as she was, her daughter followed. Lecroy inherited most of her visible genes from her mother whereas everything else was inherited from her father. She had dark brown skin and a round face, dotted with freckles and paired with onyx colored eyes. Her red hair was brighter than her mother's and so thick, it seemed as if it defied gravity.

Unlike either of her parents, though, she was a bit on the short side. She's reached 5'2" when she was 10 and started her period at the same time, poor girl hasn't grown an inch since. She carried a set of broad shoulders that made her father jealous along with short arms and small pudgy hands.

Turning around, Carly's face drops at Lecroy's unfathomable positioning. She sighs, "really? Okay, I'll see you soon, my love."

Leaning over, she pecks the girl's forehead before gently shifting her head to lay on the carpet covered stairs. Quietly, she walks out of the door, locking it behind her. Laying there for a few more minutes, she slowly stands with a groan.

"I gotta grab Gallagher," she sighs. "Fine, fine." Shuffling upstairs with the occasional groan, she shuts the blacked out door to her bedroom and music begins to blare from her stereo.

Rushing from the toilet to the shower, she brushed her teeth, oiled her scalp and combed her hair after unwrapping it, and storm back into her room. Dressed in black cargo pants, a black cropped tank paired with a black hooded jean jacket, and black Jordan 1s, she snatches her satchel off the floor.

Heading for the door, she locks it behind her and points her key in the direction of her used Jeep Patriot. Hopping inside, she pulls from in front of her house with 'Drug In Me Is You' blaring from the radio. Pulling outside the Gallagher's house, she jumps out and rushes through the door.

"Yo," she calls out into the madness. "What's up, asshats?" Seeing Liam babbling away and making grabby hands at her, Lecroy leans down and places an array of pecks across his small face.

"And good morning, my sunshine," she coos causing the baby boy to laugh. Quickly wrapping an arm around Debbie's shoulder, she lays a peck on the crown of her head.

Fiona bustles about, decorating the table with milk and cereal, doing the best she could to prepare her siblings for school. "Mornin', LeLe," she greets the younger teen. "Sup, Croy," Carl greets her with a soft punch to the thigh.

"Sup, beanhead," she greets back, gently smacking the back of his head. Taking her seat beside Lip, the curly haired boy gives a fleeting glance her way before doing a double take.

A smile draws across his face as he leans over, pecking her dimpled cheek. "Hey, peaches," he nearly mumbles. She smiles, "mornin', blue."

In front of them, Fiona lays a reused cardboard candy box and what looked like a bill. "Electric," she states. "Yeah," Lip nods, adding money to it. Before he could pass it on, Lecroy mindlessly drops a thick roll of money down.

The older male of the family pauses, looking back at her. "What... what was that?" He asks, still trying to process the amount of money she tossed in. She shrugs, her attention being taken by Liam, "just some spending money I had saved from work."

"No," he shakes his head, "no, no, no. Take it back, you don't have to give us your money." She simply nods, "I know I don't but I want to."

Lip drops the tray in front of her, "take the damn money, Croy." Rolling her eyes, she nods, "fine." She picks up the tray and gently sets it in front of Ian, "electric," she gently states.

Sitting back with a scoff, Lip side eyes her. In return, she sends a smug smirk his way. She mouths, "suck it," flicking her fingers from under her chin.

Putting in his portion, Ian sends it to Carl, who sends it to Debbie. Ian pulls out a slip of paper, laying it on the table. "I need dad's signature for a field trip," he says.

The younger auburn haired girl nods, forging their drunk of a father's name. Lip looks over, nodding, "Deb, that's getting really good." Fiona looks over at the group, "who's got the phone?"

Lip goes to grab it from his pocket, "I got it." She raises a brow, "any minutes left?" He tosses it her way, "uh, fourteen." She catches it with both hands, kneeling in front of the damaged washer.

"Hey, I need something for show-and-tell," Debbie mentions. Lecroy nods, "I got you, honey." The copper haired teen bends down, pulling out a vintage Irish Barbie doll that was still packed inside of its pristine packaging.

Her eyes widen, "whoa. I can't take this." Lip looks over, nodding frantically, "you're damn right, you can't." Lecroy ignores him, "yes, you can."

Setting the box into her arms, she pats the girl's chubby hands, "it was a gift from my great-grandparents to my mom. Just keep it safe and talk about how it's an resemblance of your family heritage."

"How much are we short?" Fiona's voice cuts over, grabbing the box. Debbie sits the doll in her lap, counting the money. "Uh," she pauses, "we're like forty dollars over."

The elder woman spins around, nearly giving herself whiplash. "Over or short forty dollars?" She asks, stress gripping at her eyes. Debbie repeats herself, "forty dollars over."

Fiona's jaw bounces, stuttering over her thoughts, "uh, how? Carl, did you finally add money to the bin? I said work for the money, not put us in more debt."

Lecroy grins, raising a hand that carried the colorful spoon that fed Liam. "That was me, actually. I had some extra spending money from work."

"Oh, uh, Lecroy," Fiona huffs, the feeling of pity firing through her bones. "You didn't have to do that, it's your money to spend." The teen nods, "and I chose to spend it on you guys. End of discussion."

Setting Liam's food splattered dishes in the sink, she doses them with soap before refilling his sippy cup. The lot begins to scold Carl over his lack of adding to the bills as Fiona forces the washer shut. She takes Liam from his high chair, thankfully grabbing the sippy cup from Lecroy's hands.

"I'm covering for Candi tonight," she starts. Immediately, Lip and Ian chime in. "Extra kraut on mine," he requests and Ian follows with a simple: "Cheese on mine."

Ignoring their orders, she looks desperately at her siblings, "somebody's gotta take Liam." Quickly, the kids scatter with excuses. "I got a calculus test," Lip jolts from his seat.

"I'm working after school," Ian shakes his head. Lecroy shakes her head, "Ian, Lip, take my keys and unlock the car. I'll meet you there. I can drop Liam off at my Nana's and pick him up on my way to work."

Fiona sighs, her baggy eyes nearly tearing, "thank you, LeLe. You don't have to do this, you and your family don't have to do any of what you've already done for us."

Carrying the babbling boy, the teen simply shrugs with a smile, "the Irish look after each other." Shuffling to the Jeep, Carl and Debbie rush down the sidewalk to the bus stop while Ian and Lip wrestle for the passenger seat.

"Hey, losers, keep playing and Liam will be sitting up front," she settles the cooing boy in, double checking his straps until she was sure that they were secured.

As she slides into the driver seat, Lip takes the front seat while Ian sits in the back with a groan. Turning the radio on, she pulls off down the road. After dropping off the baby Gallagher to her grandmother and the trio scoring a hot meal for lunch, they officially send off to school.

"So, what's the plan after school?" Ian asks. Lecroy shrugs, "you got work, Lip has a prostitute to please, and I have a couple of overlapping shifts. So--"

Lip grunts, "Karen's not a prostitute." She ignores him, continuing on, "so we won't be up to much later." Pulling into her assigned stall, she shuts the SUV off. "Out losers," she waves them off.

Taking their time, Ian glares at the back of his brother's head. Lip raises an eyebrow at him, "what're you looking at?" He jumps out of the Jeep, tossing his bag on his back.

"You're fucking it up, man," Ian scoffs. He follows with his own bag, slamming the door closed. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not fucking shit up." The redhead simply shakes his head, "I don't talk to idiots."

Lip and Lecroy, the Terror Twins... Jekyll and Hyde, since kindergarten those two have been attached at the hip. The partnership grew after a couple of kids were grabbing at the boy's curls and calling him names over colored blocks.

Irritated with the interruption to her reading time, the young girl huffed and snatched one of the kids away by their hair. "Hush," she solely stated, glaring at the children. She picked the Gallagher kid by the collar of his shirt in one hand and a few of the colored blocks in the other, dragging him to where she originally sat with her book.

Letting him go, she plops down and points beside her. "Sit," she states and opens her book once again. Lip slowly nods, "okay." A few moments of silence goes by before he speaks again. "I'm Lip," he introduced himself.

"I know," the girl nods, her eyes darting across the old tainted yellow pages. "Lecroy. Murphy."

The next day, the Murphy child walks into the Gallagher household in hopes of running into either Lip or Ian. The teen dawned a navy blue jumpsuit paired with her black Jordans. The top of the suit was unzipped and its sleeves were tied around her waist to reveal the black cropped tank underneath.

"Hey, Fi," she greets the elder Gallagher. The tall woman gives her a quick smile, "hey, hun. Lip's not here." She nods, "I figured getting his teeth pulled wouldn't stop him being out."

She shakes her head, "regardless, I just wanted to drop off his work from today." Fiona takes it, gratefully, "appreciate it. You headin' home?"

Lecroy shakes her head, "no. I gotta a detail job at the shop. I may or may not see you guys later tonight." As she heads to the door, it bursts with Ian sprinting inside as Lip limps behind him.

Both women watch in shock, "what happened?!" Lip winces, "old lady. Train." Ian and Lecroy take place on either side of him, helping to the steps.

"You two, take him upstairs. I'll call V and Mrs. Murphy," Fiona orders, dialling Veronica. Setting him onto Carl's bed, Fiona walks in behind them and takes a seat at the end where his foot lays.

"Really?" She questions, rhetorically, "an old lady on the train?" Ian begins spewing an excuse, "oh, yeah, the doors were closing on her walker. Lip barely got his foot in, in time to stop--"

Lip barks a yell, "Jesus, Fiona!" She mumbles to herself, eyebrows scrunched, "I can't remember whether that's good or bad." Lecroy tilts her head in thought, "I'd say a mix of both. He can feel the pain, so it's nothing too severe, but it may be broken or fractured."

"Most likely you jumped the turnstiles again and he twisted it trying to outrun the transit cops," Fiona glares at the two. Veronica and Carly walk through the door. "No, always elevate extremities!"

Carly shakes her head, "let me take your spot for a second, Fiona, sweetie." She nods, switching spots. "You okay, honey?" Carly asks. He nods, "yeah. Just, please, don't touch it."

"I won't put too much pressure on it, but I do need to at least get an idea on what we're workin' with," she explains, softly. Her small hands carefully glide over rough, nearly swollen foot.

Fiona's gaze focuses on Lip's foot. "Should we get it x-rayed?" She asks. Carly shakes her head, "absolutely not. You'll be stuck in that shit forever all for what? Sub-metatarsal hematoma? Tell us something we don't know."

She looks over to Veronica, "grab some ice, ibuprofen, freeze spray, and ace bandages." The woman nods, heading out when Ian calls out: "I'll go help." Just as the two head out, a knock echoes from the front door.

Like cockroaches, Lip and Ian begin to scatter with panic. "Shit!" Lip curses, "I'm not here. I'm not here." He shuffles into the back corner, arms wrapping around Lecroy's thighs using them to hide behind.

"You don't know us, Fiona!" Ian yells at the older girl, sliding underneath the next. She glares over at the two, "what have you done?" As she goes to answer the door, Ian leaves with Veronica to grab the supplies.

Returning with everything, Carly wraps Lip's foot and helps him walk down the stairs with Veronica's help. "Got it? Ice will help with the swelling, but only for so long. A great alternative will be heat and advil will help as well. Keep your weight off of it."

As they reach the kitchen, their eyes fall onto the brand new washer that was in the process of being hooked up while everyone else gathers around, watching. "Oh? What do we have here?" The older red head raises an eyebrow.

"I thought you were broke," Veronica chimes in. Ian smiles, "that's what I said." Fiona smiles, jittering in her stance, leaping towards a bouquet of roses, "these were in the washer."

V steps forward, reading the note that stuck out of the roses. "Steve?" She reads, face scrunched with confusion before it quickly shifts into realization. "No," she gasps.

Fiona cheeses, nodding, "yeah. Uh-huh." Wanting to confirm her thoughts, V asks, "who's Steve?" Fiona's eyebrows raise, "the other night." V's jaw drops, "no!" The taller woman nods, "I know."

Later that day, Ian and Lecroy sat on his bed while everyone else was downstairs, chatting and getting ready to eat. "Ian, what's going on?" She asks, chewing on some gushers. "You and Lip did something, more like Lip did something and dragged you into his shit."

"He knows, Le," he sighs. "He knows that I'm gay and wanted to test it by having Karen Jackson blow me. However, her dad ended up catching us and chasing us out the house."

Her eyebrows scrunch, pissed, "he did what-- Did you tell him that it's something that you are sure of, thanks to the CIA-proof folder you created?" The boy shrugs, "somewhat? Besides, you know Lip, once he gets an idea, he goes for it till the end."

"Unfortunately," she sighs. "I think he hates me," he whispers. Lecroy scoffs, "Lip does not hate you and he never could. If anything, he's just being an asshole right now. You two will get through this."

He raises a brow, "how are you so sure about that?" Lecroy smiles, "you're his right hand man. That boy would be lost without you." He hugs her, tightly, "thank you, Le. We don't appreciate you enough."

"You do," she smiles, "you always do."

The next day, Lecroy was at the shop once again. Dressed in a greased stained white tank, blue jeans, and a pair of Timbs. Her body glistens with sweat as she lifts materials at least twice her weight and three times her size.

Appearing in the garage entrance, Lip shifts from one foot to another awkwardly with a bag of tools in his hand. He silently watches her, blue eyes study every muscle that shifts under her bronze skin as she lifts tires and cranks cars off the floor. It wasn't said often, but Lecroy is a beautiful girl with a mighty heart.

She has the looks, the personality, the body, the intelligence, but not many of the neighborhood male percentile were really open minded to treating women with respect, especially a girl whose name echoed across the Southside with respect. Girls like the Murphy women didn't deserve to waste their lives in this slum, instead, they work themselves into the grave just trying to surv ive.

"Hey, Murphy," he greets her. She looks over from the gallons of old oil pouring from the vehicle. She smiles, "Gallagher, what's up, baby?" He shrugs, "nothing much. Just finished helping Karen fix their window, I'm about to head for Kash's to return the tools."

He continues, stepping deeper into the garage. "I was thinking you, me, and Ian could hang out after we pick him up from work." Lecroy nods, wiping her hands off, "yeah, for sure. Thankfully, I'm not the only one working tonight, so I can go."

He follows her back to the locker room. She looks over her shoulder, yelling, "Marquel, finish Duncan's Bronco. I'm'a' head out." She grabs a khaki colored oversized button up and tosses it over her shoulders before grabbing her keys.

"Let's go," she calls, the two making their way to her Jeep. Parallel parking outside the store, they hop out and rush for the front door. Knocking and pounding their fists, "yo, Kash," they try to shout through the door.

Lecroy nudges her head to the side, "let's go 'round back." Thankfully, the back door for the trash was unlocked. The duo steps inside the empty store. "Yo, Kash!" Lip yells again.

Walking down the main aisle, their heads stretch down lane to another in hopes either Ian or Kash would appear. They could hear some rustling near the door, so they walk further down when Kash's voice abruptly breaks the silence.

"Alright," he says, "you stack the butter. I'll do the snacks." He sounded slightly out of breath. He turns, feigning a double take at the duo. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Lip, Lecroy."

Lip nods, "yeah, sorry. Sorry, Kash, I just.. I just wanted to say thanks for the tools." Kash smiles, "anytime, as long as I get them back." His eyes bounce to Lecroy, who gave him a deadpan.

"Uh, what's up, Lecroy? How's the family?" He asks. She shrugs, "workin', hustlin'... together, happily." As she speaks, she sends a quick glance to Lip before disappearing down an aisle.

With a raised eyebrow, Lip shrugs her behavior off, looking back between the two. Noticing that Ian hasn't said much yet, he looks over, eyeing him down. Noticing the mix match of shoes on their feet, his eyes bounce between the two. "You must be joking," he states.

"You're fucking him?" He points at the store owner. Both of them pause, watching for his reaction. As he drops the bag of tools, ready to storm off, a family size box of Twinkies slam into Kash's forehead.

"What the--" Kash swears, only to be cut off when an off-putting roar escapes from the teen. "You raggedy bitch," she continues to toss an arsenal of snacks at the man.

Both Gallaghers step back, their jaws dropping at the assault. Kash trips over the food, sliding on his back. Charging forward, she picks up one of the mini shelves at the end of an aisle and begins to slam it on his torso repeatedly. Kash scream, pleading for her to stop.

"Should... should we help?" Ian stutters. Lip shakes his head, "I think it's best that we don't interrupt." With a final umph, she slams the shelf down, "I hope Allah turns your ass into the animal you are or else I'm'a' kill you, Inshallah."

With that, she storms out, leaving a smirking Lip and a frightened Ian behind alongside a whimpering Kash. Lip runs, following after her.

Yeah, so I did a little fixer upper. The original plot I had going got lost on me, so I did a little fixing in hopes that Lecroy's development and intro is solid. To be honest, I like this form so much better.

Taglist: @slytherinroyalty16 @v1rgorl

Series Masterlist

#shameless us #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #frank gallagher #kev and v #lip Gallagher x black!reader #Jeremy allen white x black!reader #Jeremy allen white x reader #jeremy allen white

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souiiore · 14 days

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WHISKEY STAINS

arthur morgan oneshot!

pairing: arthur morgan x oc (name or looks not specified)

cw: hateful (?) smut, oral (m receiving), slightly dom oc, unprotected piv, slight size kink, use of alcohol, NSFW, MDNI

wc: 3.2k

summary: After leaving her for another woman all those years ago, he has the audacity to show up and belittle her feelings.

an: this was a request by my friend, not really happy abt how it turned out but i cba to rewrite it

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The air was thick and heavy, the stench of sweat and alcohol swirling around as people danced and shouted. The voices of working women seducing drunk, lonely men to make a bit of cash mixed with the loud sound of a piano. Her fingers wrapped around the clear glass with a shot of whiskey in it, her wrist angling to make the liquid swirl around as she watched it indifferently, seemingly bored with the company of an older man trying his best to get into her pants with a pathetic excuse of flirting.

"Ain't interested, now git," she gritted through her teeth, bringing the glass to her lips and taking the shot, all without sparing him a look.

The alcohol burned on her tongue, warmth blossoming in her chest and tingling in her fingertips. She leaned on the bar counter, propped up on her elbows with her hat set low on her head, setting the now empty glass onto the wooden counter and nudging it towards the bartender. He gave her a long look before refilling her glass and setting it in front of her clasped hands.

The older man watched her for a second before scoffing under his breath and muttering something inaudible before he turned on his heel and marched away. She sighed in relief, her shoulders relaxing as she picked up the glass again, but to her misfortune, the empty space next to her was occupied again. This time by someone of much more strength and muscle.

"Don’t surprise me to see you here," came the familiar hoarse voice, and her muscles tensed.

"What do you want?" she retorted, keeping her eyes on the glass in her hand, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while remaining leaned on the counter.

"Nothing. Wouldn't reckon seein' ya anywhere else," he teased, leaning on his elbow, his body facing her while crossing one leg over the other, the sound of his spurs making her gaze drop down to his feet.

He tapped his hand on the counter, giving the bartender a look before returning his gaze to her, observing her from head to toe. She felt small in his presence, and that didn’t sit well with her.

"Don't ya have better things to do, Arthur?" she asked, turning her head to eye him.

His shoulders looked broader than she remembered, his face now covered with stubble. There was a patch of bright pink skin on his chin where his beard didn’t grow, and his nose appeared as if it had healed poorly from a previous break, perhaps from a fist. He looked far from the timid boy who had broken her heart all those years ago, and she cursed herself internally.

"Ya still sore? C'mon now, it's been years," he drawled with a chuckle, downing the liquid in his glass in one go.

A beat of silence passed, and she sucked in a deep breath before returning her eyes to the glass. She gritted her teeth, her blood rising to her head, spilling through her veins into her arms and legs, and she scoffed. Eyeing the glass, she downed the shot, wincing slightly at the sour taste before pushing herself to stand up straight and putting her hand above her hip.

"How's that bitch Mary?" she grinned. "You know, the one that you dumped me for?" He stilled, his glass hovering a mere gap from his lips, and her throat went dry.

His jaw clenched, and he resumed his motion, setting the glass down onto the wooden counter with a slight thud as he downed another shot. Perhaps it was the booze taking its toll or the anger boiling inside her, but she could feel her cheeks heat up, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.

"Don't you dare say her name like that," he uttered, his voice barely audible through the immense noise of the lively saloon.

"Why not? Did I hit a nerve?" She chuckled mockingly. "Oooo, she was a bad fuck, wasn't she?"

His lack of response made her narrow her eyes at him. She dared to take a step closer, inching towards his body before scanning him from head to toe. For the first time that night, she was finally able to see his eyes, those piercing icy blue irises that observed her with such intensity that if she weren’t drunk, would make her shiver.

"Wait, don't tell me..." she scoffed, eyes widening in realization. "She done left ya high and dry, didn’t she, 'cause of someone else?"

"It wasn't anything like that."

"I bet it was. How ironic." She tutted, breaking eye contact for a brief second to shake her head in disbelief.

Shifting a hand, she brought it up to his chest, poking a finger at the sturdy muscle. She leaned closer to him, her lips inches away from his. "History repeats itself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I’m just sayin’, you done the same thing. Fucked me and then went chasin’ after her."

"Ya know it was more than that to me."

"Was it now?" She spat and spun around, pulling a dollar bill out of her pocket and placing it on the counter before storming up the stairs.

"Where the hell do ya think you're goin'?" he called out after her, anger evident in his voice as he rushed after her, climbing two steps at a time.

She did her best to ignore him, reaching the first floor of the saloon, then strolling down the hall to her room. He was quick to catch up to her, and she cursed whoever was up in the sky for giving this man such long legs and strength.

"You hear me or not, woman?"

Fishing the room key out of her pocket, she struggled, affected by the booze, her fingers fumbling disobediently, frustration coursing through her veins. The sound of loud footsteps approaching quickened her heartbeat. His presence suddenly filled the hall, heat radiating from his body as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, the key in her hand tumbling to the ground.

"What the fuck?!" she yelled, yanking her wrist from his grasp as she sharpened her eyes at him, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm not done talkin'," he said, his eyes pinning her to the wall behind her.

"Well, I am, so fuck off."

"I tried to be nice, but it looks like that ain't gonna cut it with ya."

"Shiver me timbers—"

His lips came crashing down on hers, his warm palm cupping her jaw, locking her in a firm kiss. She remained still for a second before letting herself melt against his frame, knees nearly buckling under the weight of the temptation. Her hand trailed up his chest, and she shoved him back, the impact making their lips part with a soft pop. She licked her lips absentmindedly, the taste of liquor and, most importantly, him, searing through her senses like a sharp knife. She bent down for the key on the floor, picking it up and inserting it into the keyhole, her fingers shaking with lust and desire as he shifted on his feet behind her. With a twist of her wrist, the door opened, and they both stumbled in, Arthur closing the door as fast as she opened it, his hands, as if attracted by a magnet, springing towards her hips.

She threw herself at him, catching his lips in a rough kiss as her arms circled his neck, taking off his hat and tossing it somewhere into the dimly lit room. Her hands pawed at his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt and shoving him back. The soft gasp he released into her mouth didn't go unnoticed, and she smiled against his lips, nimble fingers deftly playing with the buttons of his shirt, her lips glued to his skin. Clouded by pure lust, she pressed her body against his, his gun belt a mere discomfort and obstacle hindering the progress of her arousal.

Within a second, his buckle popped open, the action making her lips part in anticipation, and he glided his tongue across her teeth, fingers squeezing the life out of her body just above her hips. She exhaled sharply through her nose, unwrapping his gun belt from his hips with his help, the metal clip of his buckle leaving a soft thud as it hit the ground. Impatient, she unzipped his pants, separating their lips, her eyes keen on his face, observing.

She could see the lust bleeding into his eyes from his brain. His lips were slicked with saliva, parted to exhale a hot puff of air. Strands of his hair were glued to his forehead, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, and she couldn't help but gape at the state of him, the crimson red in his cheeks nearly making her flustered. She was certain she looked twice as messy as he did, her hair pulled out of her braid from the haze and urgency.

His eyes scanned her face, and she released a shaky breath, time almost stopping as he eyed her lips, then brought his gaze back to her eyes. She looked at him from under her lashes, subconsciously wishing for him to apologize for leaving her, making her a miserable mess. The memory made her blood boil again, and she clenched her jaw as she dropped down to her knees, tugging his pants down to his ankles while keeping her eyes glued to his face.

"Ain’t laid with nobody since the last time I saw ya," came his sudden statement, and she paused, eyes widening in shock.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her fingers hooking around the waistband of his underwear and tugging it down almost forcefully, her vision now filled with his erect cock.

"Sit down on the bed," she commanded.

He gave her a long look, his eyes narrowing at her small form at his feet. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, his frame sinking into the mattress as she crawled between his legs, her fingernails gently scraping the skin of his thighs. He leaned on his arms, his abdominal muscles tensing with every slow skim of her fingers across his hips, the teasing movement dangerously inching toward his pelvis.

He gulped thickly, his gaze never leaving her form as he savored every second. The sight of her on her knees between his spread legs, his cock inches from her face, was far beyond sinful. Her eyes were shielded by the brim of her hat, which was tipped forward, and he reached out to lift it off her head, gently setting it on the bed behind him. She shot him a glare before her fingers wrapped around his base, eliciting a soft grunt from his lips.

"Sit still for me," she hissed, eyeing his tip as it swirled with blood, swollen and flushed red, pearls of precum leaking from the slit.

The veins at the base of his cock pulsed against her slick palm. She licked her bottom lip before pressing a firm kiss to the underside of his length, right beneath the edge of his head. The skin felt smooth against her lips, and she licked a stripe from the bottom to the top, causing the muscles in his thighs to spasm, his abs tightening. He cursed under his breath, and she blinked up at him almost innocently before flashing him a wicked smile and wrapping her lips around his tip.

His hand immediately reached for her hair, thick fingers tangling in her locks and pulling at her roots carefully. She sighed in bliss as his cock throbbed in her grasp, and she bobbed her head down until his slit was brushing the back of her throat, making him shudder. The hand on his thigh raked down the tense muscle, and she could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her core pulsing with unmistakable desire. She watched his chest rise and fall as he struggled to control his rapid breathing, his vision now nearly blank as all he could see was her face glowing under the warm light of the oil lamps.

He tugged at her hair, making her wince in slight pain, then pushed her head back down, his hips meeting her mouth halfway. He released a throaty groan, and she clenched around nothing at the sound. The hand that had been on his thigh moved to her neck, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her bare breasts to the crisp air of the room. She gently pinched her nipple and moaned around him, his abs tensing at the impact.

She twisted her hand at the base of his cock, applying just enough pressure to make his head fall back, exposing his Adam's apple to her hungry gaze. She flattened her tongue against his length, letting out an appreciative hum, her other hand working down her stomach and slipping past the waistband of her pants to her folds. When her head came back up, she sucked hard, nearly making him whimper. He quickly pulled her mouth off of him, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his tip. She smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded with lust, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She nearly came undone at the sight of him: his brows knit together, creating a wrinkle on his forehead, his hair a beautiful mess, strands sticking in all directions, some plastered to his sweat-slicked skin. His pupils were dilated with lust, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to control his ragged breathing.

"Christ, woman, I— I almost lost it," he breathed, his voice laced with urgency and vigor.

She rose to her feet, her shirt half undone, her pale chest shimmering in the moonlight, and he couldn’t help but stare, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bare breasts. She smirked, eyeing his face as her hands unzipped her pants and tugged them down past her thighs. Turning around so he faced her back, she kicked off her boots and stripped out of her pants entirely, bending down to pull her feet free, making sure to give him a good view of her rear.

His hand was quick to wrap around his cock, giving himself a few languid strokes at the sight of her ass before she spun around and swatted his hand away.

"I'm gonna make you regret ever leaving me for that bitch," she growled under her breath while crawling on all fours onto the bed.

Swinging her leg over his body, she settled on his thighs, the moisture from her cunt smothering against his skin. She inhaled sharply at the contact, her hands settling on his lower stomach. She traced them up his abdomen, gently pressing on his shoulders until he lay back, his hands skimming over her thighs to her ass, kneading the tender flesh as she bent down to his level.

"I fucking hate you," she whispered, leaning in as their lips locked in a hungry kiss.

She rose on her knees, grabbing him at the base and aligning his cock with her entrance. Crooking her neck, her eyes watchful, she guided him in, the head of his cock catching at the rim of her cunt. He groaned in her ear, the sound making her clench around his thick length. She slowly sank down, his cock buried inside her to the hilt, their pelvises flush against each other. His fingers squeezed her ass as she kissed his neck, her lips puckering against his thin skin.

"I know you don't," he groaned into her ear as she propped herself up on his chest, rolling her hips.

"You don't know shit," came her breathy retort.

His biceps rippled under his scarred skin as he moved his hands to her waist, his palms sliding under her shirt. He gulped thickly at the sight of his big hands on her body, sending electricity through his whole being. He wrapped his fingers around her curves, helping her roll her hips into him, impatient with the slow pace she set for herself. She tried to protest, but to no avail; his hands slammed her down onto him, making her mewl as his cock twitched.

"I think I know more than enough," he breathed when he slammed her down onto his cock again, the impact making her ass slap against his thighs.

The stretch of him made her see stars, the immense pressure in her lower stomach building as her thighs burned. She tore her shirt open, exposing her breasts to him, and pinched her nipple gently before running her hand down her stomach to her slit, her fingers pinching her clit. A deep moan escaped her, and his hands clutched at her body, her back arching, her breasts on full display.

He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling himself up into a sitting position while keeping the arch of her spine intact, her chest in his face as he attached his lips to her neck, suckling her soft skin. She let go of her clit, her hands gripping his hair. He raised his hips, angling her to his liking on his lap, his cock hitting deeper than before. Soft, whiny pants escaped her as she got lost in the pleasure, her vision blurring, her breathing rapid, her pulse nearing astronomical heights. He scraped his teeth over her collarbone, and her walls spasmed around him.

The coil in her stomach was near snapping, but his strong hands gripped her waist and pulled her off abruptly, his lips detaching from her neck as he manipulated her on the bed. In an instant, she was on her knees, bent over, face buried in a pillow. She whined in protest, wiggling her hips in desperate need of friction. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he paused for a moment, admiring the view of her spread wide before him. He trailed a hand up her spine, then closed the gap between them, and without warning, slowly entered her.

She choked on her breath, her hands desperately clutching the mattress, eyes closing and brows knitting together in pleasure. She could hear him groan behind her. His arm circled her stomach, his upper body bent over her, his lips close to her ear.

"You think you can boss me around, huh?" he spoke, his sudden change in demeanor making her shiver.

Fully sheathed inside her, he began to move slowly, pulling back before gently rocking forward into her, precise and careful. She let out a sharp breath, her face turned to the side. He grabbed her hand, bringing it to her abdomen and pressing her palm against her skin, showing her the small bump where his cock was poking.

"Fuck," she sighed.

He let out a satisfied hum, setting a pace fast enough to bring them both to their highs. He panted against her back, his lips pressing soft kisses against her shoulder blade. Her vision was blurred, tears pricking at her eyes, the knot in her stomach on the verge of snapping. His hand gripped her ass, his fingers gingerly digging into her flesh.

After a few more thrusts, he stilled, his cock twitching inside her as he painted her walls, her pussy clamping down, milking him dry. The moan he spilled in her ear made her wonder if he'd ever been this vocal, but the thought quickly vanished when he pulled away, slipping his softening cock out of her.

"Next time, you better lower your tone when speaking to me, woman."

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Karaoke Nights at the Hooded Crow

Jake Kiszka x fem!reader

Absolutely impossible decisions were made in regard to this cover photo wow...jake is just so beautiful anywayssss my return to posting fics is a piece I realized was good enough and complete enough to finish and I haven't worked on in months so enjoy! Maybe eventually I'll work up a part 2 and then wait months to post that...anyway theres a potential for a josh moment in this let me know what y'all think hmmm...

Word Count: 8.4k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst, and some smut 18+ (just fingering?)

Josh found himself alone at this dive karaoke bar for a multitude of reasons. And he could count on his hand all the ones that made this Jake’s fault.

Jake had insisted that the band do another outing to a bar for photographs, he had hated the ones from when they went to billiards and Josh had missed those anyway. This was supposed to make up for it. But then Jake had come down with food poisoning a half hour ago and Josh was already there. Sam and Danny had bailed once they heard Jake wasn’t going to make it.

Why hadn’t Josh been late like the rest of the band? He had to walk because his car was in the shop and had left early to give himself ample time. And why –? Because of Jake. He had borrowed Josh’s car to take a quick camping trip up in the mountains the other week and an engine light had popped up when he returned it to Josh. So since Josh was already there and had no car to drive him home easily, he decided he might as well stay for a drink before walking the 25 minutes back to his home.

That’s how he ended up with a beer in his hand watching drunken strangers absolutely demolish beloved karaoke classics. And he meant demolish in the worst sense possible. That is, until, one girl bounced up to the stage, a blue mini bucket of alcohol in her hand. She wore a pair of purple plaid pants that buttoned in the front and a matching yellow tank top, with black platform boots that made her seem taller than she really was. Her hair was in braids that swung hypnotically as she walked onto the shitty scuffed up raised edge that the bar called a stage.

She grinned at a table that had people that were presumably her friends. She and them were the youngest people there besides Josh it seemed. After another long sip from the blue bucket, she placed it on the patched up stool that adorned the stage for people to sit on if they wished. She grabbed the mic from its stand and switched it between her hands a few times before looking out at the measly crowd.

“How’re we doin’ tonight?!”

There was a surprisingly large roar of response for how little people were there. Josh looked around the room and saw that most of the bar had livened up at her presence on the stage. If he had to guess, she was a regular.

“Beautiful, my darlin’s, really. It’s good to see all my friends after such a long week,” She beams as she truly smiles at the majority of the crowd. Her eyes must roam past Josh quickly because he barely feels her gaze on his, but she certainly notices him. He doesn’t exactly fit in. “And any new friends, welcome to the best night of singing you’ll hear in all of Nashville.”

The crowd laughs boisterously, with some hollers of agreement and Josh swears she just winked at him.��

A guitar riff begins to play softly and then louder, an unfamiliar song to Josh, but the girl nods her head along and smiles to herself before turning on her heels and walking to the back of the stage.

“I take my time,” She begins to sing, “to walk a straight and narrow line.” Her body follows a straight line as she walks back to the front. She grins, “My mind’s a haze and I am stuck in just one place.”

She continues to act out the song, performing it with vigor as her melodic voice belts the lyrics loudly. “No I can barely move, no I can’t get away… Well my vanilla shoes, they won’t let me escape!”

She belts the chorus almost at a level that Josh might and he’s blown away, jaw slightly slack as his eyes track her every movement. She winks again and this time it’s not to Josh and his head is quick to look for the recipient, before realizing he needed to chill.

For the second verse, she drops to her knees and Josh is in awe that she wanted more than just her shoes to touch the gross floor. Before he knew it she was back to the chorus and then the song was finishing up with a run of ‘la da da da, da da da’ that the bar joined in on and she was grinning from ear to ear singing it right into the faces of the tables closest to the stage.

The song finished and she applauded the crowd as they applauded her. She laughed and then scooped up her drink and took another sip before returning to her friends’ table.

Josh wanted to go talk to her but he wasn’t sure what he’d say. For once, he was at a loss for words. He didn’t want to just approach her and compliment her singing ability, that felt weird for a karaoke bar, but it was true. She was incredible, much too good just to be singing a single song at a random bar on the outskirts of Nashville once a week.

Before he could make up his mind on what to say to her without looking like an idiot or worse, an asshole, he looked back to the table he had seen her walk over to when the song finished and saw that she was nowhere to be seen. Gone. His first instinct was to look around the rest of the room, look down the rest of the bar top and see if she was waiting for another drink…No such luck. Josh waited for another hour of wretched singing in hopes that she would pop back up, but she had seemingly left without her friends who still sat there laughing and drinking the night away.

Josh managed to drag Jake back to the bar the next Friday. The same bar where he’d seen that girl perform flawlessly. He was still in awe of how good she was just to be doing karaoke, even in Nashville. She was an incredible singer and performer yet it didn’t seem like she was trying to make it in Nashville, she was just there having a good time with her friends. Maybe she was just visiting but Josh had a hard time believing that any tourist would end up there on purpose and the way the crowd responded to her gave away her loyalty to this haunt. So he was left to hope that she was a regular who came in like clockwork and she would be there again tonight.

At around 10:30, Josh was starting to get nervous that he was wrong and she wasn’t a local or she didn’t come every week on the same day and Jake was starting to get antsy no matter how many Jack Daniels neat Josh supplied him. But at 10:35, Josh was no longer worried, nervous still…maybe.

She trounced up to the stage once more in a similar fashion as last week. An easy smile on her face and slightly droopy eyes from alcohol mixed with something else. She cleared her throat before pointing at the two girls at the high top table she had just thrown her jacket at. Josh couldn’t remember whether they were the same people as last week or not.

Josh wondered briefly if she’d sing a similar song or if it’d be completely different.

He didn’t have to wonder for very long because she pointed her finger next to the dj, subtly and steadily cueing for him to play the song now that she was settled on the shoddy stage.

A bluegrass song began to sound and after one strum of the recording of the guitar she began to sing. Another song Josh didn’t seem to know, which puzzled him, but also delighted him at her thought-provoking nature.

“C’mon down to where them tracks cross High Street, we’re gonna watch the whole world go insane.”

She sang along to the words without looking at the monitor again, clearly knowing the song. Last week she had belted the lyrics with strength, this week, she was still strong, but she let a bit of a twang enter her voice and Josh wondered if it was just part of her performing the song because it sounded so authentic.

“Laugh if you want, really is kind of funny,” She regards the crowd after singing the chorus once more, “’cause the world is a car and you're the crash test dummy!” She points her finger and since Jake and Josh were seated at a hightop this week, about centered with the stage, it felt like she was pointing right at them.

When she caught Josh’s eye for the third time in a row, Jake also leaned forward at her performance, whispering, ‘is that?’and Josh nodded before he could finish. Her eyes shifted to Jake and they widened a little bit. The twins noticed since they were watching so intently but before Jake could widen his smile or even half-smirk, her eyes had moved on and he was left feeling a little perplexed.

The song was longer than the last one she had sung, but her energy was a little different. Not less, but shifted. She hadn’t greeted the audience and maybe it was because she had seemed late, given that she had run in and thrown her jacket on the table as if this was always her time. She also seemed more intoxicated than last week, but so was Josh so he couldn’t be sure.

Afterwards she goes to the table with her jacket and as much as Jake and Josh want to go talk to her, someone comes up to them and interrupts. They ask for a picture and talk with the twins for a while, since the guys were nice and didn’t want to be rude to a fan. But when they look back up, she’s gone. Again. Her jacket was no longer on the high top where the two girls sat and Josh shook his head in dismay. Jake still looked around hopefully, making them sit there for another half hour in hopes that she would return. But as Josh had learned last week, she wouldn’t return for another week.

The third week, Josh and Jake convinced Sam and Danny to come as well, hoping to see her once more. Entranced by the mysterious singer who was performing for free here, they implored their bandmates that this performance was worth the seedy location. Plus, the ambiance was starting to grow on Josh now that it was his third time visiting the establishment. Jake was happy to return as well, even brushing his hair for the occasion.

Jake and Danny started with beers while Sam ordered a Topo-Chico seltzer and Josh got a Salty Dog, feeling the need for something stronger than a beer tonight. By around everyone’s third drink, it strikes the 10 o’clock hour. Then like clockwork at 10:34 she stumbles in and walks to the stage throwing her jacket at the bar today and grins at the bartender and gives him a two handed thumbs up and then a salute to the dj. Once again, she didn’t have a drink in hand, but she was clearly intoxicated.

“Hello friends,” She smiles at the crowd, “Did ya’ miss me?”

The hollers follow and she does a little bow as if she lived to serve this dive crowd.

A familiar tune begins to play shortly after, the salute to the dj seemed to have been an indicator to begin the music. The four men look at one another before looking back to the stage to find her staring straight at their table. She salutes them as well and begins to perform a song that Josh, as well as the rest of the band, was almost painfully familiar with. Mountain of the Sun by Greta Van Fleet.

“The sun shines brighter from above and you’re the one that I love,” She sings, almost mimicking the way Josh sings it on the recording, “Climb the mountain even higher, kiss the sun and fight the fire!”

She grins and gets the crowd ready for the chorus, acting out the words like always.

“I’ll make you mine, you’re my sunshine,” She belts it and lets her voice sound a bit whiny as she hits different dips in the words.

During the guitar solo, she does an air guitar and plays it superbly. Afterwards, Jake raises his hands over his head and claps loudly, bringing her attention back to their table. He was a little drunk by then but appreciated her attention to actually trying to make the chords on the imaginary guitar.

The song comes to a close with an uproar of applause and shouting, a lot of it came from Sam and Danny who were truly blown away by her ability to hit Josh’s notes. She bows once more and moves to leave the stage with a slight wobble to her feet, the same platform boots she had worn the past two weeks as well. She makes a bee line for the bar, but Josh is one step ahead, waiting by her jacket for her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He tilts his head with his inquiry.

“I’d never say no to a free drink.” She laughs.

Josh laughs as well and asks what she’s having, she tells him a beer is fine. The speed of her blinking up close shows she’s plenty liquered up. He insists about what kind she might want. She waves him off saying any IPA is fine. Josh suppressed his chuckle, thinking of a conversation – an argument – he’d had with his two brothers about how pretentious it was of them to only drink IPAs.

“Want to come sit with me and my brothers?” Josh asks once they both have fresh drinks in their hands.

She gestures for him to lead the way and he smiles. At the table, Jake, Sam and Danny busy themselves with a random conversation in an attempt to seem like they weren’t watching their entire interaction at the bar. The smile she gives them is knowing though and they drop the pretense.

“Hello,” She starts.

“You’re very talented,” Danny blurts out.

She falters at the flattery and blushes a little, looking away from the table of men she had been so sure she was going to keep on their toes.

“Thanks,” She mumbles and takes a sip of her drink. “What do I owe the pleasure of your band stalking me?”

“Stalking?” Jake questions with a little laugh, embarrassed almost, his own cheeks pinking.

She arches her brow at him. “Maybe not all of you, but I’ve seen you,” She directs her eyes at Josh as she speaks, “For the last three weeks. It’s why I dedicated my song this week to y’all.”

“We appreciate it,” Sam speaks up. “How’d you know we’d all be here?”

“I didn’t,” She laughs, like it was just a joke for herself. “Hell, if none of you had been here, I still would have done it. I love that song.”

“What are you doing at a bar like this just singing karaoke with a voice like that?” Josh asks, tilting his head again. His hand fiddled with the little straw in his drink.

“It’s just for fun,” She swigs her beer again and shrugs. “I like to come out here and act like a rockstar but I’d hate to actually be one…No offense.”

“None taken,” Jake responds for all of them and her eyes flash to him, holding his gaze longer than she had before.

She was between Josh and Sam with Jake and Danny across from her. They didn’t need to introduce themselves, she clearly knew who they were, but they wanted to know her.

“So do you have a name, Ms. Insanely Talented But It’s Just For Fun?” Sam inquires, since everyone was wondering.

She laughs and smiles sweetly at him, tearing her eyes away from Jake’s. It was interesting to her how they all (except Danny) practically had the same eyes since they were siblings yet they looked so different surrounded by their features and the way they held themselves.

“That’s it, how’d you guess?”

They all laugh and then look at her seriously and she gives them her name.

“Lovely name for a lovely girl,” Josh muses.

Her eyes flash to his face now, “I figured your twin would be the charmer, but it also makes sense that you’d use that on a girl.”

The rest of the guys laughed and Josh’s jaw dropped a little as he sputtered an apology, trying to tell her that it wasn’t supposed to be a flirtation, just something he would say to anyone. She clapped him on the shoulder and shook it a little, “It’s alright, kid.”

She talks the night away with them. For once not absconding out of the bar the second her song was over. They learn a lot about her and she tells them it was nice to meet them. Jake offers to give her a lift home but she declines.

“I’m an avid pedestrian,” She insists when he tells her that he worries for her safety. “Plus, I live just around the corner.”

“Then let me walk you just around the corner,” He supplies, a pleading look on his face. He had been entranced with her since last week and after tonight he desperately wanted to get her number. To see her again not inside this dingy bar. But he didn’t want to ask in front of the rest of the band, it felt immature and like they’d mock him for it.

She rolled her eyes, but secretly found it sweet. Letting him walk her home wouldn’t hurt.

She waves the rest of them a farewell as they get into their shared cars or rideshares home. Josh winks at Jake and Jake just shakes his head shyly.

She really did live just around the corner, but Jake manages to ask her a few questions before they reach the entrance to her apartment complex.

“The song you sang last week,” Jake starts and she looks at him with interest. “I’ve been listening to the Devil Makes Three since then. They’re fantastic.”

“You really think so?” She responds excitedly. “They’re like my favorite band,” She pauses and adds a little sardonically, “After Greta Van Fleet, of course.”

“Ha ha,” Jake shakes his head at her and his hair falls from behind his ears in a way she wants to push it back behind them. She liked his little ears. “But seriously, they’re really fucking good, I can’t believe I’ve never heard of them before.”

“Yeah, I heard you guys were real pretentious about music. Figures you wouldn’t have that good of taste,” She goads him again and Jake laughs a little.

“You’re a funny girl, honey,” He says and she quirks her head at the pet name, the alcohol from earlier had metabolized and she was mostly just tipsy from the few beers she had with them.

“So I’ve been told.”

She pauses and Jake feels it, stopping with her. They had arrived at her apartment. It was time.

“Could I get your number? As much as I enjoy hearing you sing and that shitty bar you hide out in, I’d like to see you in the light of day, somewhere not so…charming.”

She raises her brows at his request, a bit of a smirk twisting onto her face. It masked her trepidation in the same way she’d been handling all of tonight. Coolly, but a little unlike her usual self. She wasn’t sure how she was doing what she was doing, but she had managed to charm an entire famous rock band and apparently one of them specifically. She was in awe, but in the moment she was rolling with it by exuding complete confidence. Normally, she was skittish, like a small woodland creature. At the bar she was cool so she had met them in that persona, that setting, allowing her to play it cool, teasing men she thought were beyond talented.

“Sure, but isn’t it just so much more fun that you only know me there? I’ve got this whole life outside of it and so do you, yet we convene there and it made you want to know me more. Are you sure you would notice me walking down the street?”

The smile that graces Jake’s face is almost in disbelief and it was so big he felt his cheeks hurt a little but he didn’t care.

“Of course that’s your response.”

She smiles genuinely, the smirky flirtation falling away as her giddy shyness creeps up. The reality of the situation dawned on her with Jake’s strong cheekbones and brows, his big brown eyes, soft-looking hair, parted lips puffing out breath into the cold night air all staring back at her.

After exchanging numbers, she tells him to let her know where he wants to convene with her outside of the bar and he promises he will. Holding to his word, he texts her when he gets back to his own home, letting her know he got home safe at her request as well as an implorment to go out with him tomorrow.

She finds herself at coffee shops and record stores, small gigs of big bands, nice dinners, quiet walks and of course the dive bar every Friday with Jake and his bandmates. It shouldn’t have been that easy. It shouldn’t have been a rockstar finding a girl in the last place he might have found anyone of interest. She thought she shouldn’t have wowed him the way she did. After every date, every day, every night, she went home and asked herself what it was about her that Jake found so intriguing for the last month. He had stolen a few chaste kisses here and there, but he didn’t press for more and neither did she. She couldn’t understand it. She wasn’t used to easy. It almost felt like Jake just wanted a companion not a lover. A friend but nothing more, which she didn’t necessarily mind. She just wanted to know why.

On the third week of them going to karaoke together, Jake took her hand in his and asked if she wanted to do a song together. She had laughed and agreed when she realized he was serious.

“What do you want to sing?” Jake asked.

“We should probably do a duet, right?”

“Only if that’s what you want.”

Her head tilts and she smiles up at him. He returns it with a small one. His brothers watched on as they conversed quietly with one another.

“What’s the verdict?” Josh asks when he sees them nod at one another, her smile more giddy than his.

“Don’t go breaking my heart, Elton John and Kiki Dee,” She beams and then gives Jake a little wink who chuckles.

“Well isn’t that sickeningly sweet?” Sam interjects and she rolls her eyes at him.

She had gotten to know the rest of them relatively well since their first official meeting all those weeks ago. Sam was the younger brother she never had but always wanted. He had learned he could never best her after their first real conversation, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still attempt to goad her.

The first conversation consisted of them talking about their homestates, something normal for people who’ve just met to talk about she guessed.

“So you’re from California,” Sam stated when she and him had been left to their own devices one night when Danny was stuck at the bar waiting to be served and the twins were talking to the act who had just finished up at a more private, nicer club in the heart of Nashville.

“Yeah.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Sam continues.

“Yeah,” She says again, her lips curling at the sides, and he rolls his eyes and huffs a slightly annoyed breath. In the beginning she had been wary of them all, not sure if Jake was going to keep her around for very long or what was going on. Not that the last part had changed, but she was less wary of them all now.

“I’ve been a few times.”

“Like Los Angeles?” She replies.

Sam hums in affirmation, taking a swig of a glass beer bottle and swallowing, looking like he’s ready to launch into discussing Los Angeles now, finally finding a common ground they could discuss.

“Oh, I’m not from there,” She stops him. “And honestly? You haven’t really been to California, if you’ve just been there.”

He gives her a bit of a glare and she laughs, unfazed. She went on to school him on the brilliance of California outside of Los Angeles and outside of any city in the state actually. He was left with a bit of wonderment for her ability to describe the California coastline and the different national parks that littered the state. After that, he liked her a lot more. He didn’t just see her as some random talented chick that he was confused as to why his older brother kept bringing around. He understood. She was fascinating.

She didn’t know that, but whatever that special charm was that she held was maybe the reason Jake kept her around. And why he took it slow with her. Because he couldn’t quite puzzle her out yet. As much as they hung out, he still felt like he barely knew her. He’d ask a question and while she’d answer it, he’d be left with a hundred more in its place. All begging to be asked.

She puts their names down for Don’t Go Breaking My Heart with the DJ, Jason, who was a good friend of hers. He laughed at her when she blushed about Jake singing with her. Jake and Josh watched on, the conversation she and the DJ were having unknown to them.

“Any progress?” Josh inquires.

Jake chuckles and ducks his head, gazing into his glass, “Not even a little.”

“I told you, weeks ago. She’s an enigma. Did she ever explain why she always would tear into here at the last moment before her song and then run off?”

Jake shrugged and swirled his glass, taking a sip while keeping his eyes on her talking with the DJ. “Just said she was committed to coming here every Friday so even if she has other stuff going on she’ll still figure out a way to get here in time for the 10:35 slot. We just happened to catch her on the nights where she was otherwise preoccupied.”

“That is…” Josh trails off, watching her turn towards them with a dazzling smile directed at Jake. “Confounding.” He sighs and Jake looks from her back to his brother, for the first time wondering if her voice wasn’t the only thing that had brought Josh back to the bar time and time again.

She looked at Josh and gave him the same smile, but shortly turned her attention towards Jake once again. The way the light shown on Jake made her never want to take her eyes off of him. It wasn’t exactly radiant on him the way it was with Josh, it was quieter but just as, if not more, meaningful to her. The light brightened his soft brown hair that flowed over his shoulders and whispered around his neck. It darkened the circles around his eyes and gave them a serious somber look, but it bounced off his perfect smile that offset the brooding eyes, making it impossible not to wonder more about him. Even if Jake confused her, she loved the absolute mystery of him.

At 10:35, hand in hand, the odd couple made their way up to the stage. There were extra hollers tonight when the regulars saw she was bringing a partner with her onto the stage. It didn’t help that Sam and Danny were yelling at the top of their lungs and Josh was whistling as well. Jake gave them the finger, but she just grinned. This stage felt like home. Every. Single. Time.

“Hey y’all…This is Jake, be nice to him, it’s his first time up on the big stage.”

She winked at Jake when he laughed wholeheartedly. It bubbled out of his chest and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her cheek, she pushed at his chest in a playful way, loving the feeling of his soft lips on her. The poppy beat came in when she nodded at Jason. She wiggled her hips a little and Jake grinned down at her.

“Don’t go breakin’ my heart,” Jake start, his voice strong and smooth but tinged with slight nerves..

“I couldn’t if I tried,” She smiles up at him, the pair staring into each other's eyes already.

“Oh honey, if I get restless?” Jake smiles and widens his eyes, trying his best to play it up for her.

“Baby,” She pushes his shoulder a little harder this time. “You’re not that kind.” She walks away from him and then flips around getting ready to sing the chorus.

He twirls her around, deciding to bust out the dance moves he knew best. Her giggles sound through the mic and for once she gets lost in the feeling rather than the song. Jake’s hands in hers and the way he’s looking at her distracts her from singing all of the words. She falters on a few lyrics, but all she does is smile wider.

He asks to kiss her when the song fades out and she blushes slightly but nods her head with a cheeky bite of her lip. The kiss is filled with more passion than she’d ever felt with Jake, more passion than she’d ever felt with anyone, to be honest. His hands clutched at the small of her waist, hugging her hips and legs as close to him as possible. She feels the tips of her boots bump his. His lips chasing hers and leaning her back ever so slightly as he pressed into her. She feels his lips move against hers and she feels hungry to kiss him back just as hard. Her hands slide from his shoulders and into his hair, toying with the ends for a few moments before the whistles of the crowd get so loud she remembers where they are and she pulls back. Breathless.

“Where’ve you been keeping that?”

“In my back pocket,” Jake winks and wraps an arm around her waist, this time leading her off the stage and back to their table where the boys had two drinks waiting for them.

The kiss leaves her perplexed and wanting more. The rest of the night, Jake’s hand is hot on her hip, hugging her close to him. A physical reminder of his presence in her life. That kiss made her want more than just this limbo state that Jake was keeping her in. Was she his lover or his friend? Was she just a companion to keep around so he wasn’t lonely or did he actually want her, desire her?

Jake couldn’t discern the look in her eyes for the rest of the night. They were bright and wide, but he could tell she wasn’t fully paying attention to any of the conversations, even the ones that she led. He’d see her eyes wandering around the room, behind the heads of his bandmates. Her mind was beyond the bar and he didn’t understand why. He’d squeeze his hand at her side to bring her back to him and she’d look at him for a moment with a soft smile on her lips before nodding at whoever was talking, pretending like she knew exactly what they were saying.

Did she want to be with him or somewhere else? Someone else? Was what he gave her not enough to hold her attention? Was he her lover or her friend? Did she want a companion or did she desire him?

In that kiss, Jake had given his all, begging with his lips for her to understand how much he wanted her. In that moment it felt like she wanted him too, but he couldn’t be sure because since then she’d been miles away.

After saying their goodbyes to Josh, Sam and Danny, Jake walks her home like usual. But unlike usual, she insists that Jake come upstairs while he normally declines, citing various reasons for why he can’t stay.

Once upstairs, she starts to make them tea and Jake wanders around her apartment, a mix of dark and light, of bright colors and deep browns. It could be classic but it holds a certain touch for the current style landscape that would never fit in the 60s or 70s. Jake’s fingers drift over the covers of the books that line the walls. Eyes over the prints and paintings. She tells him he can continue to snoop in her room if he wants when she walks out with a real tea set and two types of tea for him to choose from. She kneels on her rug, beside the coffee table and nods for him to sit.

“Why do you always decline coming upstairs, Jake?” She asks. Simple enough.

He begins setting up his tea and shakes his head with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I don’t want to rush anything.”

“And look, you’re upstairs and I haven’t jumped you…The invitation wasn’t supposed to imply sex. I like hanging out with you. I always want to spend more time with you.”

Jake nods, “Me too.”

She takes a sip of her tea. The silence is deafening but she can’t bear to try and pick out a record right now. Her fingers were shaking just trying to make the tea. Jake still made her nervous. She was terrified that the truth might hurt her, but the uncertainty was eating away at her. She needed to know.

“But,” She starts after a sigh. “Do you ever want to?” She trails off. “With me. Because I’m okay if you just want me as a companion, a bit of a friend but a little closer, that’s good and fine. I just want it to be clear…what we are.”

Jake smiles down at his cup. “Do I want to?” He repeats. “Christ, honey, I fucking would love to, but I don’t understand you. We’ve been hanging out for, what, a month, but it feels like I still barely know you. And a companion? We’re dating, aren’t we?”

“Dating?”

“Yeah, at least that’s what I thought I was doing. Taking you out, introducing you to my friends. You know, the things couples do.” He messes with his lower lip and she knows it's a nervous habit of his. Her hands rest her mug on the table and reach for his hands, he relents.

“You didn’t say they were dates so I didn’t want to assume anything,” She wraps her hands around his, looking up at him from her seat on the floor as he leans over his knees, sitting on the worn leather couch. “I didn’t think you actually would want to date me.”

His deep brown eyes widen in surprise, his voice sounds hoarse. “Why would you say that?”

“Cause guys like you don’t date me. I’m nobody compared to the people you and the guys hang out with. We live in different social stratospheres. You’re in a famous band, your dream, and I’m still running errands for the position I want to have someday even though it’s not the career I actually want. We don’t make sense.”

“Hey,” It’s Jake’s turn to grip her hands harder, tugging her body slightly closer to him. “Sure we make sense. As long as we both want this, it makes more sense than a lot of the fucked up shit in our world. Is that why you don’t want me to meet your friends or know more about you? Because you think it will put me off?”

She nods and looks away, feeling on the verge of crying.

“Don’t ever be ashamed of yourself, honey. I really like you, for all of you even if I haven’t seen it all yet. I want to know it all. You challenge me and I want to know it all.” He repeats his want to her and she looks back to him with a watery smile.

“Jake…”

“Yes.”

“I was in a really bad place before I met you and this last month has been the best month I’ve had in awhile. So thank you, I’ll try to let you in more.”

He grins down at her when she laughs at the tear that falls down her cheek. His hand leaves hers to have his thumb swipe it away. His caress gentle as ever.

“C’mere,” He grabs her waist and pulls her onto the couch with him, cradling her in his lap. He pets at her hair with one hand while the other stays at her waist, giving it a soothing rub. He nuzzles his nose against her ear and whispers, “Never wonder if I want you, honey. I want it all.”

She keens into his touch, feeling comforted by his warmth now. They sit in silence while her breathing evens out. Jake is patient with her as she presses closer to him, one of her hands resting on his chest and her other encircling around his shoulders, hugging him at a bit of an angle. Her face tucked into the soft but burning skin of his neck. He was so soft and smooth everywhere. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, mapping it into her memory.

Jake speaks up after a reasonable amount of time, maybe it was 10 minutes, maybe it was 30, it didn’t matter. “You really thought I was just keeping you around for? Companionship?”

He tilts his head to look at her and she lifts her face from its home against him. “Yeah?”

“Oh honey,” He chuckles, and she raises her eyebrows at him. “I’ve literally got a built in life long companion already. Josh is by my side constantly, which I actually love. But what I want to do with you, what I hope to do with you, is something my twin brother can’t really provide.”

She grins and feels her heart flutter slightly erratically. She felt an odd desire to consume Jake or maybe this moment. It was too soon to say he loved her but she felt loved in this moment. She felt so safe. She wanted to stay in his arms forever, feel his heart beating steadily in his chest. She wanted to grow into love with him because it seemed like it was possible with him. He was the first man she’d ever let herself imagine a future where things worked out.

His eyes were steady on hers. He was no longer wondering what she was thinking or why she was miles away. He saw that she was present with him, her gaze matching his in adoration. His hair cascaded around his shoulders and she twisted her hands in it, breathing in the scent that was becoming recognizable as Jake to her. He winked at her when the staring got long and intense. She giggled at him, causing him to smile shyly.

“You’re kind of like all I’ve ever wanted,” She mumbles as she presses herself further into him. Her nose bumping his before she placed a gentle kiss against his soft lips.

When she pulls back, Jake hums, his hand on her waist pressing her back into him, not ready for the kiss to finish. After a more prolonged making out with one another, she pulls back breathless and laughs at Jake’s expression. Hungry. Needy.

“Honey,” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair that had been significantly tossled by her insistent fingers, running and twisting through the tresses, entranced by the softness of it. “Please let me love on you just a little tonight?”

“How could I say no to that?”

“Good,” Jake smiles again and she wants to make him smile for the rest of her life. He nuzzles his nose against her cheek and places a kiss to it and then her other cheek, her nose, eyelids, forehead and lips. She laughs with each one, wrapping her arms tighter around his back, bringing them closer and arching her back slightly as he leans her back.

Her laughter soon turns to heavy breathing, a bit of yelping in surprise and finally a long unfiltered moan. Jake’s kisses had moved to her jaw and neck, suctioning and licking insistently at her skin. She held onto him harshly, fearful that if she let go she’d fall down with how he had her leaned back.

She felt his smile against her skin when she moaned. He rasps against her skin, “C’mon let me hear you, honey. You make such pretty sounds on stage, I bet you sound even better like this.”

She whimpers in response, pushing her hips against Jake’s lap, starting to feel the burning in between her legs. “Jake,” She sighs when he chuckles and sucks on her skin at the base of her neck and her collarbone.

“Do you want more, honey? Just tell me, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just tell me and it’s yours.” His eyes are wild as he pulls back from her and stares into her face. His cheeks flushed as he took a deep breath, attempting to minimize how out of breath he was just from kissing her.

“I want you to touch me…” She pets over his ruffled hair, adoring the way he looked at her with such intensity.

He squeezes her shoulder and waist where he was holding her, “Was I not just touching you?”

She rolls her eyes and wiggles her hips, “C’mon rockstar, you know what I mean.”

If more lights were on, she would’ve seen the bright red that Jake’s blush turned at her words. “Yeah, okay,” He stutters a little.

She smiles at his uncertainty, only slightly confused that he wasn’t super confident in this situation. He seemed like the kind of guy where sex would barely faze him, but it seemed that intimacy meant more to him than she might have thought.

He shifts their positions on the couch, draping her over the cushions so that she could lie back. She fiddles with the buttons on Jake’s shirt as he moves them and he nods at her silent question. She tells him to do the same and he begins to work on the few buttons on her pink striped dress shirt as well. Shirtless, now, leaves both of them gaping at one another. She smiles shyly up at him and Jake dips down to give her a quick kiss. She giggles and runs her hands up his soft naked chest. His hair drapes over her shoulders when he lowers over her again. She reaches a hand up to touch his hair now, conflicted on where she wanted her hands to be on him. She wanted to touch everything.

He sighed as her hand ran over his scalp and she felt him nudge against her clothed center.

“Jake,” She sighs, “I want your fingers.”

“Okay, honey,” He nods and trails them down her torso to the button on her pants. His lips follow the path, kissing as he goes.

He looks up at her when he successfully undoes the pants and pulls them down, leaving her in a cornflower cotton thong and her black lace bra. One of his long slender fingers dances lightly over her clothed mound and her hips stutter as she tries to refrain from whimpering once more. It had been so long since someone else had touched her here and she was over the moon that it was Jake.

He taps at her legs and she opens them wider for him. His hand trails down to travel down her slit, still teasing her over her panties. He presses his middle finger against her entrance and pulls back up to her clit that now felt like it was on fire. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with Jake’s watchful eyes going between her face, her chest and her pussy.

“Fuck, honey,” He breaths. “You really need this, huh?”

“Yes, Jake, please just take them off.”

He nods with a bite of his lip and concentrates on his fingers curling around the blue fabric at her hips and pulling down. The cool air that floods the hot flesh that was just exposed is enough to offer some respite from this exquisite torture. For good measure, as if he knew, Jake leans down and blows more air on her pussy, spreading the lips to really make her squirm.

“You look good enough to eat,” He mutters before swiping a finger through her folds, a noncommittal swirl around her clit before pulling away. It’s enough to make her whimper, she was so sensitive.

“Your cunt is so fucking wet,” Jake sounds overcome with surprise and happiness. He runs his fingers along her slit once more and brings the fingers to his lips. “Like fuckin’ honey, I knew it.”

She surpresses a smile and bucks her hips involuntarily. Jake continues to babble, in disbelief that she was this wet just from him kissing her and how sweet she tasted.

When his fingers finally enter her, she cries out. A hand reaches out to grip Jake’s jaw, bringing his lips back to hers as he begins to pump into her cunt. His pink lips move against hers as he tries to keep his pace steady, but greedily he wants to see her fall apart around his fingers. He wants to see her face when he makes her cum so that he can memorize it. Conjure it up when he’s away from her and has his hand around his cock, imagine he’s fully inside her, bringing her this pleasure.

His hand has sped up and she’s staring at him with a slack jawed expression. His fingers thrust into her with a wet sound as her juices soak his hand and her pussy. “Does it feel good, honey?”

“So good, Jake. So fucking good. Keep going.”

His thumb begins to circle her clit and she begins to moan louder. It slips against the nub, flooded with her slick. Her hips move with his hand and he grins down at her and she can’t take her eyes off his face, how happy he looks.

“Will you cum for me, darling? I want to see you cum pretty with my hand in your cunt.” His fingers are massaging inside her walls and they both feel them tighten. His dirty words sent her over the edge. A mix of profanities fall from her mouth as her hips begin to shake and buck on their own volition. Her orgasm flows through her and Jake watches after giving her a hard kiss. Her chest rolling and her knees trying to close but his arms keep them open as he pumps her through it.

After she comes down, Jake gently removes his hand from her and sticks his fingers in his mouth before wiping them on his jeans. She watches him with wide eyes and closes them when he runs his clean hand over her hair. “You are perfect,” He whispers.

“So are you,” She replies with a slight laugh. “Can I?”

She nods at his bulge, but he shakes his head no.

“Another time, honey. I wanted to do this without getting anything in return.”

“But, Jake, it must hurt a little? And I want to…” Her hand moves to flutter over it but he pushes it away and grabs her hand instead.

“I promise I’m fine, but if you insist, I’m also not against getting off.”

They laugh together before she languidly removes her hand from his, unzips his pants and pulls his cock out from beneath the boxers it was straining against. Her eyes flit between her movements and Jake’s face. He huffs out a breath of anticipation. Her light touch on him feeling like so much after getting so worked up over her noises and taste.

His brows furrow as her hand begins to pump his length and he’s trying to contain himself, embarrassed by how quickly he’s ready to cum. She must sense his unease.

“Just let go if you’re ready, Jake. I can imagine you’ve been wound up for a while. It’s hot that you’re already close.”

“Yeah,” He huffed a laugh, his voice raspy. “I’ve imagined this for a month now and it’s just, fuck. It feels so good.”

She smiles at him and leans over his tip before he can protest. Her lips envelop his head and suck it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it gently, coaxing him to cum in her mouth while her hand continues to rub over his shaft. The wet soft suction of her mouth sends him over the edge he’d been trying to stay on top of, but he can’t stop himself from cumming down her throat. She hums in admiration as the warmth fills her throat and Jake throws his head back in exhaustion. His hair splays around him on the couch as his eyes tilt close for a moment as his chest heaves, attempting to calm himself. He couldn’t believe she’d just swallowed his load like that, no hesitation with no request.

She tucks his softening cock back into his boxers delicately after cleaning him up and crawls up and cuddles into his side. He smiles with a sigh, his eyes peeking open slightly to look at her. Her hand runs up and down his chest, stroking the softness and cherishing his warmth. She smiles when he notices his gaze.

“That was nice,” She suggests in a whisper.

“More than nice, honey. I think we’re going to continue doing that for a long, long time.”

She giggles and tucks her head into the crook of his neck, placing a chaste kiss against the slightly clammy skin.

“Okay, Jakey.”

They settle into a soft silence. Content with one another. Jake strokes over her arm and hair while she remains hugged to his chest. Loving his warmth and firmness against her.

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the big day

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 1.3k

summary || it isn’t until the reception that it finally hits him. you’re his wife. he can’t help but show you just how lucky he feels.

content || SMUT, unprotected sex, kinda public sex (they fuck at their wedding reception (typical)), idiots in love, husband!Javi is fuckin SCRUMPTIOUS lemme tell ya, the beginnings of Javi’s housewife kink 🙏🏻, this man is in loooove

a/n || i truly cannot stop writing about husband!Javier. inject him straight into my veins PLS (obligatory @theorganasolo tag, as always)

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Javier can’t believe that you’re actually his. His wife. The entire day has been such a whirlwind from beginning to end that the surrealness is only just wearing off. As he watches you laugh, dance, and drink with him and everyone else you love, he realizes… you’re his. Forever. He gets to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful, intelligent, fiery woman every single day. He was never a particularly traditional man but he can’t deny the allure of the life he gets to lead with you. Soft. Warm. Domestic. He never thought he would have this kind of life - or that it would make his dick so fucking hard.

It takes good timing. The two of you are the center of attention, after all. Slipping off unnoticed won’t be easy but Javier is nothing if not a man with a plan. He waits, albeit impatiently, until enough alcohol has flowed and the guests are sufficiently distracted by music and food to whisk you away into some back room of the venue with a lockable door. You knew what he was up to more than an hour ago. The need that burns in his eyes is one you have seen far too many times to count. So when he suddenly appears beside you and tugs impatiently at your waist, you’re a more than willing captive.

Javier whirls you down a hallway, around a corner, and into a random room he must have scoped out for this exact reason. The moment the door closes behind you, he pulls you close and kisses you with a hunger that has you melting into him. You let him guide you further into the room, blindly trusting him to lead you back and lift you onto the edge of a table. The skirt of your pretty little reception dress bunches up at your waist under his eager hands. The sight of you in a gorgeous white dress with his ring on your finger, officially his wife… fuck, he just can’t stop himself.

His eyes flash up to yours as his fingers rub your lace-covered pussy, reveling in your little gasp and the fevered way you whisper his name. He isn’t the only one who’s been thinking about this. Javier yanks your underwear off and stashes the wet fabric in his pocket. You can’t help but tease him for being a dirty little thief, even as you eagerly undo his belt before tugging him closer by it.

“We’re finally married�� Can you believe it?” There’s an earnestness to your voice that makes his heart flutter in his chest. Your eyes are shiny with love and lust, and Javier swears he’s never been more in love with you. Then again, he thinks that every time he lays eyes on you. You smile at him and whisper, “I’m your wife, Javi.”

“Fuck yeah, you are. My amazing, kickass wife. All mine…” Javier damn near growls. His cock twitches against the confining fabric of his boxers at the pure reverence in your voice. Your thighs spread for him as he presses closer, eager to let him grind against your pussy. It’s hard to resist his usual temptations. Javier wants to hitch your thighs over his shoulders and eat you out until you soak his face. He wants to work you open on his fingers and suck marks into your delicate skin.

But there isn’t enough time for that. It won’t take long for the guests to begin wondering where the two of you disappeared off to. Two weeks, Javier reminds himself. After tonight, he will have two weeks in a tropical paradise to take you apart for him over and over again.

“We have to be quick, hermosa.” Javier shoves his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh and yanks you down by your hips. “Gotta fuck my pretty little wife before anyone comes lookin’ for us.”

Javier doesn’t waste any time. He clamps his hand over your mouth as he buries himself inside of you, muffling the indecent cry that falls from your lips. The hot vice of your pussy forces a broken sound from him and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet. It’s rushed and sloppy and so full of love that he aches with it. One hand flies back to brace yourself against his thrusts and the other wraps around his wrist, your manicured nails leaving little crescent marks in his skin. You barely manage to pry his hand away to let a sweet little plea escape your lips.

“Kiss me?” You whisper.

Javier gives in to you without a second thought, without a second of hesitation. He cradles the back of your head with his huge hand and draws you up into a breathtaking kiss. The sweet little moan he draws from you only encourages his greed. When it comes to your pleasure, he always needs more. He needs to have you trembling beneath him. Crying out his name as he draws you to a devastating orgasm. Looking up at him with that delicious fucked-out expression on your beautiful face.

“Thaaat’s it…” He encourages, his voice gruff and needy. He shoves his hand beneath your dress and finds your clit with familiar ease. He watches with bated breath as your face as your eyes flutter shut and your head tips back in pleasure. The sight never fails to send a spark of pride simmering through his veins. “Takin’ my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Javi,” You whisper his name like a prayer. “I’m - fuck! I’m close, so fuckin’ close… please!”

Javier knows exactly what you need. He shifts you both just slightly until his hips roll down with each thrust. It’s all it takes to have you quivering around him, both hands digging into his shoulders, clinging to him for support. Javier presses his forehead to yours and drinks in the sight of you falling apart for him. A shudder wracks through your entire body as you cry his name into his shoulder.

Everything else melts away. The venue, the expectant guests, all of it. All that exists in this moment is you. The woman he loves. The woman he is lucky enough to have by his side for the rest of his life. His wife. Coming with his cock buried as deep as you can take him. Every pulse drags him closer to his inevitable end but it's your voice that finally does it. That sweet, fucked-out voice whispering, “I love you” over and over again like they’re the only three words left in your head. You whimper with every harsh jerk of his hips. Such a pretty little sound that only ignites that deeply ingrained need to take care of you.

Javier kisses you softly. Your smile is so big that he can barely keep it up, so he lets his lips trail over your jaw and down your neck. You’re all too eager to tilt your head for more, fingers tangling in his hair with a happy little hum. He murmurs his praise, his love, into your skin as if he can etch the words right into your DNA.

It isn’t until two short knocks come from the door that Javier comes back to himself.

“I can only stall for you two lovebirds for so long, ya know?” Comes Murphy’s amused voice from the other side.

Javier groans as his head falls into the crook of your shoulder. You thank Steve with a giggle that never fails to bring a smile to your husband’s face. He’s reluctant to pull away from you but he knows he has no choice. Besides, he wants to dance with his bride. Javier cleans you up with gentle swipes of your now-ruined underwear, while you meticulously fix his tuxedo.

He carefully brushes your hair out of your face, returning it to a somewhat presentable state. His hands come to rest on your cheeks. “I’m gonna make you so happy, mi amor. I swear it.”

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mikqls0n · 1 year

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I’m already high enough || Jamie bower x fem!reader

Summary: while you and Jamie go through a breakup, you’re having a one night stand with your best friend after smoking together.

Warnings: smut!, cigarette, drinking

Extras: got this idea while listening to “high enough”, use of y/n

4am

You and Jamie were sat on his bed, smoking with an alcohol bottle in his hand.

Today you both had found out that jamie’s (now ex ) girlfriend had cheated on him with your boyfriend and broke up with him, and your (ex) boyfriend with you,so you went over to Jamie’s house to spend a little time with each other which lead you to grabbing a cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol.

You were both drunk but not too drunk so you still could think straight.

Jamie took a sip out of the bottle before passing it over to you as you also took a sip of.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, I have work tomorrow “ you mumbled as you took another sip of the alcohol bottle when you realised Jamie tricked you as the bottle was empty.

“Not funny” you Said when you looked at a laughing Jamie.

“Come on,It was a little funny” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help your little smile.

After calming down from all the laughing,you both just sat there as your cigarettes were already off, staring at the door in front of you as Jamie broke the silence.

“Y/n?” You turned your head to look at him.

“Yeah?” Jamie hesitated for a second before he grabbed you by your waist and sat you down on his lap, his hands still remaining on your waist.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as Jamie’s eyes switch between your eyes and lips.

“One night won’t ruin our friendship right?” He whispers back as your and jamie’s lip’s brushed against each other.

You didn’t answered, instead you slowly placed your lips on his, connecting them in a sloppy kiss after Jamie kissed you back.

After a while Jamie began to kiss you harder and his hand flew up to you neck, pulling you impossible closer to him as his other hand wrapped around your waist pushing your hips closer against his when you felt his bulge against your clothed pussy, making you moan against his lips which Jamie returned with a smirk without breaking the kiss.

“Please” you moan as Jamie continued to move his hips, creating a friction between you two.

“Please what? Tell me, what do you want,love” Jamie knew what you wanted, he just needed you to confirm it.

“Fuck me…please” You moan goes right into Jamie’s ear as your head fell onto jamie’s shoulders while Jamie rocked your hips with help of his hands.

“Anything you want..” Jamie flipped you over as he took of his shirt while you unclipped your bra which you just tossed on the floor, followed by Jamie’s and yours shirt, leaving you both only in pants.

You and Jamie looked at each other, smirking before pulling him down and smash his lips against yours while your hands went to his belt and undo it.

Everything went so fast when you both were suddenly naked as Jamie put up the covers half way up his body as it was still cold in the room.

Jamie grabbed both your hands and put them above your head.

“These stay here you understand?” He said as you nod as a response.

Jamie spread your legs wider as he he took his cock in his hands and spread his Precum on your entrance , feeling the wetness he had created on you.

He lined himself up with your hole so that he could easily slip inside you any time, as he does so,unexpectedly and hard, a scream followed by his name left your mouth as he was fully inside your. Chest against chest, his lips on your neck again,sucking on the soft skin as he he gave you time to adjust his size.

“Good Girl, taking me so well, you ready?” He whispers into your ear.

“Yes please..” you moaned. Jamie pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside you before thrusting all the way in again.

“Fuck- Jamie!” You wrapped your legs around his waist as one of his hands were placed on your hip, lifting them a little to go deeper,while the other hand is around your throat as his lips found your soft spot in the soft skin, creating marks on it.

You felt yourself clench around his cock as his thrust begin to get faster and harder, going impossible deeper with each thrust into you.

“Are you close love? yeah me too just hold it a little yeah? God you feel so good..” his hands let go off your body and instead interlocked them with your hands and crashed his lips against yours again, moving them in the same rhythm as his hips.

Jamie had to break the kiss as he felt himself twitch inside you, mixed with the feeling of you clenching around him as he suddenly began spilling his warm cum inside you, mixed with yours as you came a few moments later too.

After a while you opened your eyes,looking directly in his as he had a smirk on his face, which told you this was going to be a long night.

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thesullengrrrl · 5 months

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We'll Meet Again - Chapter 1

When retired time traveler Elaine Byrne accidentally goes back to 1941, she meets Robert Rosenthal on the eve of his enlistment.

Author's note: I wrote this fic few weeks ago and I only now had the guts to post it here in Tumblr. Thank you to the lovely people who read and commented my work in AO3. If you prefer to read there, I got you...here's the link. I've not written for a long time, so I hope you will enjoy this. Thank you! ❤️

Chapter 1: a time traveler walked into a bar

For the past three years, Elaine Byrne avoided being alone in dark enclosed spaces or visualizing vivid sceneries with her eyes closed. Whenever she feels bad about life, she smokes in the nearest smoking area or writes it down in her journal.

However, this time it was different.

This time she forgot that she’s not supposed to go inside the restaurant’s cold room on her own. It was Friday and the chef was chewing her ear off over a wrong order. Her energy was already depleted and all she wants to do is go home. Almost instinctively, she went straight to the cold room to shed some tears.

As she walked back to the dining area, faint jazz music could be heard. It grew louder as she continued on, and Elaine does not remember a band being hired that night. A male waiter almost bumped into her, half-shouting, “Hey! You can’t be here!” She took note of his uniform. It was a shirt with a bow tie, black pants and a white apron covering half his pants.

The sight of her destination surprised her.

It was the same dining area, with stage and piano in it, except that the people now are wearing clothing from a bygone time. Men were in suits, women in knee length dresses with slightly defined shoulders. The upholstery and furniture are no longer the same color. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol and sweat made her gag a little.

She has done it again. The very activity she avoided for the past three years. With this realization, she went to the bathroom and luckily, it’s still in the same place where she remembered it.

Picking the last sink in a row, she opened the faucet, and splashed some water on her face. When she finally faced the mirror, her mouth fell open. Besides from the water droplets falling from her face, her makeup is not her usual. She now has a redder lip and defined eyebrows. Her brown hair is now curled and pinned in ways she would never do.

She took some paper towels on the side and dabbed her face in it. This time, Elaine took a longer moment to observe the image in the mirror. Aside from the makeup, she finally noticed her change of clothing. No longer in her trusty vested white polo and black slacks, but now she’s donning a dark red dress with slightly puffed sleeves and triangular cut outs on the collar. It was slightly figure hugging, which highlighted her curves that were often lost in her waitress uniform. Elaine held up her hand and touched the mirror’s surface. It’s me. This makes me feel like Peggy Carter minus the combat skills.

She was about to go when she heard heels clicking towards her direction. For some reason, she locked herself in one of the stalls and someone started sniffing and a vague ‘There, There’ could be heard.

“Oh Mabel,” a high pitched voice said. “At least he let you down gently and did not lead you on. You know Beth in Accounting? Her man just left her without a word!”

“That’s because he’s just feeling sorry for me!” Mabel cried. “I already thought about the wedding we could’ve had, Jo.”

Jo audibly sighed. “Mabel, you know you were only seeing him for three weeks, right?”

“He’s dreamy and nice! A lawyer! And my cat even likes him!”

Mabel’s own statement made her cry even more.

“I know, but at least he let you down gently. He has a point. You don’t have to wait around for him anymore,” Jo comforted.

The two women she was eavesdropping kept quiet for a little after that. Then she heard the faucet running and paper towels being ripped off. A few clinking more and she heard someone exhale loudly.

“Are you ready to say goodbye?” Jo asked.

A sniff. “Okay, let’s go, Jo.”

“That’s more like it,” Jo replied. Their heels started clicking away from the bathroom. Elaine waited for a minute or two just to make sure they weren’t coming back and she emerged from her stall.

She gazed at the mirror one last time and exited. Inhaling the strong scents of tobacco and alcohol, she scouted for a place to sit in. It was hard to see who’s sitting alone or not at first glance, so she slowly dragged her feet, hoping for the one.

Instinctively, she touched her side and thanked the heavens for its pockets. She reached in and instead of a phone, she felt a small notepad, a pencil and coins. Helpful .

Finally, she saw her target.

The one was a lone, mustachioed man with a half-empty glass of beverage in front of him. He seemed to be in deep thought while his fingers were tapping the table in tune with what was being played on stage. He looks nice. Taking a deep breath, Elaine strode towards his table and pulled a chair beside him. He was startled with the sound of chair legs against the floor.

“What–”

“Hi there,” Elaine greeted, flashing her best smile. “Great night?”

“It was until I heard the news,” the man replied. She was about to ask what was the news but he beat her to it.

“The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.”

“Oh, that’s what it is,” Elaine realized. “A woman in the bathroom was crying because her boyfriend was enlisting.”

The information made the man perk up and turned to her. “Was she blonde? In a purple dress?”

“I don’t know. I was hiding in one of the stalls.”

This amused the man beside her. “What? Why were you hiding?”

“I was having a moment, then I heard them come in. They were coming in fast, click click click, so I hid. Then someone started crying and I didn't want to intrude, so I stayed there.” Elaine explained.

“‘They’?” he asked.

“Yeah. Two women. Jo and Mabel,” she shared.

“Ah, yes. They were with me earlier. Mabel wanted to go home, so I guess it’s official now.”

Elaine scrunched up her nose. “Ah, that sucks, man. Too bad her cat loves you.”

“Hmmm. Yeah, Mr. Giggles.”

“Although,” she started. “You do know you could be in a relationship while overseas, right?”

He shook his head. “I can’t afford to have any distractions. And I don’t want life to pass her by because she was waiting for me. What if I never return?”

“What if you do?” she countered. “Have a little faith.”

“How do you know that?”

She kept quiet, feeling like his question was rhetorical. He has a point. When he’s on the battlefield, the chances of him coming back are slim to none.

As the band played another tune, the upcoming war entered her mind. This man is enlisting in the army tomorrow to fight Nazis. Jesus Christ, what was the closest thing she could experience to that? The thing that came to her mind was nothing compared to going to war on the other side of the world.

“Oh well. You’ll meet other women,” she assured him. Then she proceeded to scan his appearance. “You’re tall, handsome, and that pornstache would definitely rake in the girls.”

“Porn-what?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Elaine closed her eyes at her words. Her hand went to her head, scrunching her eyes to think of what to say. Of course, the day she dreaded finally came. The day where her weird attraction to 70s mustaches will be her downfall.

“Never mind. It’s your mustache,” she corrected, motioning his face. “And those baby blue eyes? Ridiculous.”

Her companion was about to answer when a blond man came to their table.

“Good evening, Miss.”

It took her a moment to realize that a man standing on their table was referring to her. She smiled at him. The man she was with eyed the stranger with suspicion. “Hello there.”

“The tune’s pretty swell, can I dance with you? Miss…?”

Elaine scanned the man’s appearance. He was tall and thin with wide shoulders and almost white hair. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. Who are you supposed to be, Draco Malfoy?

“I’m Elaine,” she introduced. You are?”

“Albert.”

For a moment, her mission of attempting to know which year she was in felt futile. What’s a little dancing when you’re time traveling? Without taking a second look to her companion, she nodded and took the man’s hand and made their way to the dance floor. With their hands on their proper positions, they started swaying to the music.

They were having a nice conversation until the guy started to lean in for a kiss. She managed to avoid this and his lips landed on her cheek. The reek of alcohol from his mouth made her wince. She gave him a fake smile, hoping that all of this will be over soon. They swayed once again, but this time she felt his hand moving from the small of her back to her butt and grabbed it.

Her eyes widened and pushed him away. This made a mini domino effect on the other couples on the dance floor, earning them weird looks and glares.

“Back off,” Elaine warned.

This did not deter him and took it as a challenge instead.

“Aww, baby, you’re feisty. I like that,” Albert taunted, cornering her like a prey.

Elaine took short breaths to calm herself, her right hand slowly turning into a fist.

Suddenly, a loud thud of falling tables was heard. The music stopped.

“Fight! Fight!”

He rushed where the scream was. He was observing her in a distance to somewhat guard her, as if she was someone he needed to look after. The man she was dancing with did not seem trustworthy enough for him, especially when he saw his companions laugh at them for some reason.

The blond man was bleeding out of his nose while she was grunting in pain.

“Fuck you!” Elaine yelled.

He went to her and took her hand. “What happened?”

“That asshole,” Elaine growled, pointing to the man on the floor, “was feeling me up!”

A small crowd gathered where they were. One older man lunged at Elaine’s curly haired companion and started throwing punches. He missed and continued pursuing. Elaine jumped into the brawl, attempting to break them apart. Few patrons, probably thrilled with this sudden turn, dove in as well, unknown whether to pull her out of the commotion or punch the other guy.

It continued on for a few minutes until someone blew a whistle.

The crowd departed and it revealed a portly, semi-bald man with a whistle hanging on his neck.

“WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING HERE?” he roared. Those in the brawl slowly detached themselves from each other. Everyone was in varying degrees of bleeding and pain, most especially that man who felt up Elaine.

The portly manager glared at all of them then his eyes filled with recognition. “Robert? Is that you, boy?”

Elaine looked at who he was referring to.

It was the lonely, mustachioed man who broke up with Mabel. His name is Robert.

He does look like a Robert, Elaine thought. The carefully gelled curly hair, neat mustache, smell of manly perfume with hints of tobacco and alcohol…It’s like she was transported to a 1940s movie with Cary Grant as the lead star and she’s the fast-talking femme fatale.

“Minty!" Robert smiled and shook hands with the man as if there were no two slightly injured persons in front of them. The manager pulled him from the floor and when they stood up, he towered over Minty.

“Minty, I’m so sorry about the mess. This guy made moves on my friend and she just defended herself. I had to jump in,” he explained.

“Picking fights already? Save some for those Nazis!” Minty exclaimed. He snapped his fingers and two broad men appeared. He ordered the troublemakers to be taken outside the club.

Robert only smiled sheepishly. Minty seemed charmed by this and asked both of them to follow him. Elaine looked at him suspiciously. “Where are we going?”

“I know him, don’t worry,” he assured her.

The trio entered a small office. The walls were painted red and there was a sturdy table that is the main piece of the room. It has a matching leather chair behind it and several crates of alcohol stacked up to the ceiling. Papers are haphazardly piled up and a clothes rack near the window. It felt like a claustrophobic’s nightmare.

“Sit down, sit down, kids,” Minty motioned to the two leather chairs in front of the table. The two sat and Elaine’s eyes laid at the calendar hanging behind Minty.

DECEMBER 1941

Ah, fuck. Wrong guess! All of the numbers on the first row were crossed except for number seven. They watched Minty pour three glasses of whiskey (or scotch?) and gave them one each.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“I’m Elaine. Elaine Byrne.”

“So, how did the two of you meet?” Minty asked, eyeing the two of them.

“Um–” Elaine started. Robert covered her hand and started talking.

“We only met tonight. Mabel stormed out when she found out I was enlisting. Told her I don’t want her waiting for me while I fight.”

Minty nodded in understanding. “I wouldn’t take it away from Rosie to meet a girl after breaking up with one!”

Elaine glanced at the two men curiously.

“Why is that, Minty?” she questioned. “Is Rosie here a player?”

This made Rosie blush a little. Minty shook his head.

“No, doll, he’s a lawyer! He sweet talks for a living!”

Elaine turned to her companion. “A lawyer, huh? Interesting.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie confirmed. “Although, I don’t sweet talk anyone, Minty.”

“Tell that to anyone who would listen, Rosie.”

“Why is he called Rosie?” Elaine wondered, looking at Minty. “Is it the rosy cheeks?”

“Ah, it’s because of his surname. Rosenthal. Only friends and family are allowed. That’s why I only called him that in here,” Minty informed her.

Elaine listened to the two men catch up with their lives. Rosie confirmed his enlistment tomorrow, and Minty seemed to be worried about his young friend. Rosie is a strapping young man of twenty-four and Minty said that America joining the war will be a bloodbath.

“I will be fighting for my people and country, Minty,” Rosie solemnly reasoned. “These people we will be protecting, they can’t fight for themselves, can they?”

“You seem like you made up your mind quite fast,” Minty observed. Rosie only nodded.

The three of them sat in silence. Elaine was feeling a bit uncomfortable with it, so she downed the glass of amber liquid given to her. She coughed a little, for she rarely drinks this type of liquor. Call her childish, but she would rather sit happily with her colorful drinks with an umbrella in it than pretend to be like Don Draper. “What is it, whiskey?”

“Scotch,” the older man confirmed. “Too strong for you?”

Elaine agreed. “Yeah.”

When she finished the drink, Rosie stood up. “We better be going now, Mint.”

“Say hi to your mother for me,” Minty told Rosie. He nodded.

“Thank you for the scotch,” Elaine said, waving Minty goodbye. The two made their way back to the dining hall. They did not see Minty smiling at the sight of them.

The band was playing something more slow, and the atmosphere felt like no brawl happened. However, it felt more somber. Maybe it’s the music that the band was playing. The dance floor seemed shinier, the lights dimmer, and couples are dancing closer than ever. It was probably the news of the Pearl Harbor attack that made them rethink the time they have.

For them, it’s only the beginning.

For Elaine, it’s only looking at the past at a closer look. Beyond the bigger picture that history books offer. She is no longer reading these big events in a book, but the individuals that will soon be affected by this attack.

For a night, she’s one of them.

Rosie was observing her as she watched the dance floor. Her hair is still quite a mess after the brawl and yet, the out-of-place hair strands seemed to be framing her face instead. She seemed oblivious to any of the music being played, but then maybe she’s not a fan of jazz and prefers something else.

This strange, pretty woman felt like trouble. Minutes within meeting her, and he was already fighting in a brawl for her. He never did that to any girl he went out with. He felt guilty about what happened between him and Mabel and maybe he’ll think about it tomorrow still.

But he cannot deny wanting to get to know Elaine more after tonight.

“Let’s dance, Rosie,” Elaine invited, extending her hand to him. Rosie gazed at her hand, thought about it, and took it. She pulled him into the dance floor, slightly squeezing in among the sea of couples. He placed his hands on its proper positions and she did the same. Slowly, they swayed along, closer than ever.

“Is it okay if I call you Rosie? Minty said only friends and family are allowed to call you that,” she wondered aloud.

“You’re already calling me Rosie anyway, so go ahead.”

“What were you thinking about earlier?”

“When?”

“When I asked you to dance, you’re deep in thought. Any thoughts you want to share?”

He sighed. “You won’t let this go, won’t you?”

“Nope,” she smiled. “I want to hear it.”

“I was thinking about what you said. That maybe I’ll come back from the war alive? Have a little faith?”

Elaine glanced at her side, suddenly feeling shy. She was only trying to encourage him to take a chance on romance during the war. She did not realize he would pick on it and discuss it further.

“Well, going to war alone seemed like a sad thing to do. Sure, it might be invigorating for you as a man, getting in combat and all, but what happens when you’re all alone in some trench?” Elaine explained.

“I can write letters home,” he reasoned.

“But can you share what you’ll see in the field with them?”

“I can’t share it with my imaginary girlfriend either, Elaine.”

With no answer to give him anymore, she rolled her eyes. Rosie caught it and found it endearing.

“Speechless? No rebuttal?” Rosie challenged.

“Shut up, Robert.”

“So it’s Robert now when I annoy you?” he teased.

“Yes, Robert,” she pointed out, trying to hide a grin.

Rosie pulled her a little closer and she felt his hands get a little sweaty. She tried not to chuckle, but her body reacted before it was too late. The band played another new song, and when she glanced at him, she watched him mouth the words.

“Do you know this song?” she asked.

“We’ll Meet Again,” he replied, looking down at her.

“I doubt that, Rosie.”

Rosie chuckled at her. “Silly. I mean, it’s the title. We’ll Meet Again.”

She rested her head at his chest, once again embarrassed by her blunder. “Oh god. I’ve been just an embarrassing person all night, am I?”

“This is the most interesting night I’ve had for a while. Don’t worry about it,” he assured her.

She only nodded. She took in his scent, and wondered if he noticed it. I hope he didn’t. But maybe he did. My inhale was pretty obvious. As the song went on, Elaine thought of why she is here at this very moment. She could’ve been back in Minton’s by now by going back where she came from—in the cold room.

Instead, she stayed and now slow dancing with a man she just met.

Elaine stopped time traveling on purpose three years ago. It was once an exciting thing to discover at eighteen, but now at twenty-six, it felt like an unhealthy coping mechanism. She made mistakes on those travels and made her run away from her life. She stayed far too long in some places and saw the consequences blow right up to her face.

However, tonight, she did not time travel on purpose.

And there must be a reason why it happened.

The song finished and everyone clapped. Rosie and Elaine removed their hands from each other and joined the crowd. Backing away from the dance floor, they sat in an empty booth.

As she stared at Rosie, she knew she had to go home. Rosie felt her eyes at him and they spent a good few seconds memorizing each other’s details, like taking a photograph. Elaine took in his blue eyes and the styled curly mop of hair, while Rosie gazed at her hazel green eyes and a small scar on her forehead. She wondered how it would appear if not styled with sticky gel. Rosie blushed a little at the intensity of her gaze, smiling shyly at her. Elaine chuckled at how ridiculous and romantic it all must have looked like.

A gentleman with a big camera managed to capture this romantic scene. The blinding flash surprised the two, making them jump in their seats. The bulb was still smoking.

“I’ll send it to Minty once it’s developed!” the man with a camera said. “You’re one good looking couple!”

“That’s one big camera,” Elaine observed. “That flash almost blinded me!”

He laughed at her observation. “Will they ever make a flash bulb less blinding?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered, smiling.

They settled for a moment and Rosie waved at a waiter. The waiter was quick at his feet and reached them. However, Elaine grabbed his arm to stop him. “I need to go home now.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked, a slight disappointment in his tone. The waiter seemed to sense this and looked at Elaine. She lifted her head to dismiss him, which the waiter did.

“Yeah, it’s quite late and I’m on opening shift,” she reasoned. It was true though.

“If that’s the case, I’ll take you home,” he declared. “Where do you live?”

He can’t take you home! You don’t live in 1941, girl!

“Just a few blocks away, but I’ll be fine. I’ll walk.”

He looked at her with disbelief. “Elaine, I’ll walk you home. Or at least call you a cab. You can’t walk by yourself at this hour after what happened.”

“I can. I can throw in a punch, you know.”

“Elaine, no.”

The way Rosie said her name made her melt a little. That deep dulcet tone with a hint of concern (or was it disappointment with hardheadedness) made her rethink about her decision to leave. One more drink can’t hurt, right?

“Fine. But first, I need to go to the ladies’ room,” she said.

“All right. I’ll wait here.”

Elaine made her way to the ladies’ room, her heart beating so fast it’s the only thing she could hear. This is the moment she leaves him. It has to be. Damn that dulcet voice for making her doubt. When she reached the ladies’ room, she took the notepad and pencil inside her pocket and quickly scribbled. After that, she folded it neatly and got out. She waved to the same passing waiter who almost took their order earlier.

“Yes, ma’am?” the waiter said.

“Can you pass this to the gentleman with the mustache?” she requested, pointing him to Rosie who was chatting with an elderly man.

“You mean Rosie? No problem, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. When the waiter was out of sight, she made her way to the turn. She wondered if she would take one last look at Rosie. But she decided against it.

The storage room was there, waiting for her. Sighing, she took one last look at her surroundings, checking if she was being watched. Then she slid the door and entered.

She murmured and closed her eyes.

Moments later, there’s knocking at the door. “Elaine! Get out! I need some supplies!”

Maybe we’ll meet again, Rosie.

“Coming, Bunny!”

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When Elaine left to go home, the new busboys were left after they cleaned up the place. They sat to rest before actually going home. One of them, Jerry, was looking at the wall filled with pictures and memorabilia from old patrons and past owners from different decades. Their jazz club had been open since the late 1930s and it could feel like a museum sometimes.

While he was scanning the frames, one picture stood out to him. It was a photo of a couple in a booth, staring at each other adoringly. The picture seemed like straight from a movie scene, which made Jerry think if it was a screenshot from an unknown movie of the time.

He leaned in closer and noticed the woman in the photo. She looked like one of their waitresses. Elaine! But the woman in the photo was with better hair and of course, wearing vintage clothing. She was gazing at the mustachioed man as if studying him, and the man was doing the same to her. They looked cozy and adorable.

“Hey Bunny, look at this,” Jerry called. The woman he was calling came to him almost immediately.

“What is it, Jer?” she asked.

“She looks a lot like Elaine, no?”

Bunny leaned in as well to check the photo. “Oh yeah, she does. Maybe her grandma or something?”

“Maybe,” Jerry replied.

“We’ll tell Elaine tomorrow,” Bunny said.

What the two failed to notice was the small inscription at the lower right edge of the photo. It said:

Rosie & Elaine, 1941

#we'll meet again fic #we'll meet again #masters of the air #mota #mota fic #masters of the air fic #rosie rosenthal #time travel #oc: elaine byrne #time travel au #rosie rosenthal x oc

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Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: Kyuma x f!bar owner!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: minors dni, you will be blocked on sight, pre-borderland universe, f!reader, one night stand, swearing, mentions of alcohol, cigarettes and weed, mentions of anxiety and poor mental health, mentions of death, reader has a thing for Kyuma's hands and she's also a little bit of an exhibitionist, protected vaginal sex, choking, princess mentions

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day 😌

"God..this is fucking disgusting.." Covering your face with one hand, you picked up the plastic cup with the other, before tripping and almost falling over when a mixture of alcohol, cigarettes and ashes poured out of it, and straight onto your pants. It was in moments like these that you regretted opening your own establishment. You put so much time, money and effort into it, and for what? The same shit happened every week - kids trying to sneak in and buy alcohol using fake ID's, some drunk asshole harassing random women and picking fights with other patrons, a horny couple unable to keep their hands off of each other, and unwilling to wait till they get home to jump each other's bones.

And you? Couldn't even have a drink or enjoy an attractive stranger's company while you were working. And you were always working. One of the first lessons you've learned was that nobody else would be as competent and committed as you were, and they sure as hell wouldn't take any accountability for their mistakes - quitting the next day or even completely ghosting you instead. Ever since you realized that, you decided to devote yourself completely to your business. Of course, that came at a price - all you could do now was to watch everything from afar, keep to yourself, and make sure the business is running the way it's supposed to. It was exhausting - not only did you have to deal with the financial side, orders and paychecks for your staff, oftentimes you'd also have to stand behind the bar till early morning hours, and deal with the storefront. Rarely did you ever get to enjoy time off - even when the place was closed, someone had to clean the mess that was left behind, and you couldn't afford to hire any more employees at the moment.

And so here you were, elbow deep in food waste, clothes ruined by some unholy mixture, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and weed soaking into your hair, probably for days to come. No matter how much you cursed, no words could explain how much you regretted every single choice that led you to that exact moment. This wasn't the experience you were promised when you first started. Nothing turned out the way it was supposed to. No wonder your associates disappeared soon after you started experiencing more loss than profit, you wouldn't wish the shit you had to deal with on a daily basis on your worst enemy.

Nights like this were your least favorite ones too - you didn't have enough customers to sustain the business just yet, so every few weeks you organized an open mic event, a karaoke night or a little concert of some local, trashy band nobody's ever heard of. Everything to stay afloat. Although you didn't know how long you could keep going like that. Overworked, completely alone and already starting to go into debt, and all that less than a year after opening. And the fucking audience tonight - just a bunch of inebriated kids, barely old enough to buy themselves a drink, and too broke to do so anyway, after spending all their money on the tickets and some weed. Leaving such a big mess behind, probably not giving a shit about the poor soul who'd have to clean it up. And unfortunately, that soul happened to be you. Just like last week, and the week before that. And probably the next week too - if you're still open by then, that is.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were slightly jealous of all the people who came to your place only to party, get drunk and have fun, not a care in the world. Okay, you were extremely jealous of them. And not just them, oh no. The band that performed that night..there was something unique about them, something you couldn't quite place. They weren't just some random kids who managed to stay sober enough to hold an instrument and sing a song or two. They were so in sync, it was almost like they became one organism as soon as they entered the stage, and their music was hypnotizing - every note, every sound pulling you in closer and closer, until you were fully distracted from whatever you were doing. Luckily, at that point all the customers were either too drunk or too high to care about the service, or lack thereof.

It was odd, as soon as they finished their concert and left the venue, you felt almost sad, as if you were missing them already. You tried to shake it off, after all it was rather absurd to miss someone you've never even talked to in person. Wanting to finish cleaning as soon as possible and finally go home, you focused on picking up the trash and cleaning the remaining tables. After a while you got tired though - stress, exhaustion, and a lack of sleep taking over. Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of anxiety and sadness washed over you, causing you to crash on the nearest chair, head hidden in your hands, muffled sobs forcing their way out of your mouth. You really tried to be strong, but, given your situation, it was getting progressively harder to hide your feelings, and you had to let them out, even if just for a brief moment when nobody could see and judge you.

"Something was telling me you might need help tonight. I guess I was right."

You jumped in your seat - an appearance of someone other than one of your employees, or a drunk customer looking for something they left behind, was the last thing you expected, the stranger's voice visibly startling you.

"I-I'm sorry sir, we're closed for the night!" Quickly shaking off the initial shock, you desperately tried to make yourself look presentable before turning around to face him, hoping the man wouldn't notice the tear stains on your cheeks, or your dirty clothes. At the same time you were praying he wasn't another weird, drunk creep who'd try to harass you. You've had to deal with way too many of those since you started your own business.

"I know." He answered in a calm, reassuring tone. It threw you off slightly, you weren't used to people being so nice and well-mannered while talking to you. "I'm not here to bother you, I'd like to help."

"Help?" You weren't sure what he meant by that, but when you finally faced him, you couldn't help but realize that you've seen him before. That you've heard him before. His voice sounded so familiar, and yet you were certain that the two of you had never actually talked.

"With the mess." He explained. "It was my audience that caused it after all." A quiet gasp escaped your lips at his response. Of course, it was one of the members of the band that had performed there just a couple hours ago. The lead singer, if you recall correctly. Still, it seemed rather strange for him to come back to the venue, only to offer help with cleaning up. That has never happened to you before, even with countless artists performing at your place already. You remained cautious - better to be safe than sorry. He was a stranger - an incredibly handsome and charismatic one, but a stranger nonetheless.

"Uhh..you really don't have to do that. It wasn't a part of our agreement." You quickly got up from your seat, seemingly wanting to show the man that you're fine. Unfortunately for you, he saw right through you - it was painfully obvious that you could use any help you could get, considering your current appearance and the mental breakdown he witnessed just a few minutes before. You didn't admit it, but you were thankful he hadn't mentioned either.

"Well, I'm already here, aren't I? So I might as well help you, so we can both go home faster." And with that, and a smile that made your heart skip a beat, he grabbed one of the trash bags laying on the floor, before getting to work. After a few seconds of hesitation you just gave up - you were tired, pissed and wanting to go home and sleep for the rest of the year - you really didn't have the strength to argue with him, or kick him out. If he actually wanted to help, so be it. Maybe he was just trying to get a free drink, or maybe he wanted to secure another concert for their band - not that you really cared enough to ask at that moment.

For the next hour or so, the both of you did your best to make the place look decent again. It was awkward at first - you didn't really know the man or his intentions after all, but the more you learned about him, the more you allowed yourself to relax and let your guard down at least a little. And he wasn't afraid to share even the most personal details of his life either, he was like an open book - and an excellent storyteller as well. His childhood, teenage years, the forming of his band and the unbreakable bond he shared with his band mates - you almost felt like you were there for all of it, despite this being your very first meeting. Kyuma - that's how he introduced himself - didn't try to hide the fact that his friends, or his found family as he called them, trusted him with their life, and would follow him anywhere. You were more than willing to believe that, there was just something about him that made you feel like he understood you better than anyone else in your life ever has. It was almost scary how fast he managed to tear down at least some of the walls you've spent years building.

After you were done with the front of the store, you decided to take a well deserved break. You offered him a drink, but he politely declined and you didn't push it. When you sat down, an awkward silence settled in the empty room. You weren't exactly sure what to say. Should you thank him for the help? Ask him to leave, now that you were done? You quickly abandoned both options, instead deciding to ask him something that's been on your mind for hours now.

"Why did you come back?" You started, avoiding looking him in the eyes. You weren't sure if you could handle the answer. "Do you usually help clean the place after each concert? Is it so you don't get sued for the damage done by your oh so dedicated fans?"

Kyuma didn't reply at first, but you could see he was trying to keep it together and not laugh at your accusations. You both knew they were ridiculous - a man like him could flirt himself out of every situation if he wanted to. But you were curious nonetheless. There must have been a reason he came back to your place specifically, and you had a good idea as to what it might have been, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. With his charm, his looks and his talent, he could have anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted. And you really didn't see why he would want you, especially in your current state. And yet..

"No, but I'll keep it in mind for the future. You might be onto something here, y/n."

You couldn't help but notice that he didn't really answer your question, instead looking directly into your eyes, almost as if challenging you to repeat it. But you wouldn't let him win that easily.

"Well, let me know when you guys are in town again. I could always use more help. And besides, you're the only ones who still agree to do some shows for free." Slightly disappointed with the conversation and its inevitable end, you got up from your seat, getting ready to finish cleaning the counters, head home and probably never see the man again.

"We don't." You stopped midway to the bar. He must have noticed the puzzled look on your face, because he continued. "We don't play for free. Let's just say I've been wanting to..visit your establishment for a while now, and that was the perfect excuse."

You were stunned, not really sure what to say or do. What exactly did he mean by wanting to visit your establishment? His way of explaining things without actually giving away any information was starting to drive you crazy.

"You don't need an excuse to come here, Kyuma. It's a public area, in case you haven't noticed." Your answer came out more passive-aggressive than you intended, but you weren't too worried about it. At least one of you had to be crystal clear about their intentions.

"That's enough about me though." He suddenly announced, again ignoring your previous words. Whether he was doing it on purpose or remained blissfully unaware, you weren't sure. Instead of wasting more energy on figuring it out, you walked past him, making your way behind the bar to finish cleaning. "You have to tell me more about yourself. And about this place. Why a bar?"

A long sigh escaped your lips. He wasn't the first person to ask you that question, and he probably wasn't the last. You wondered what kind of answer he expected from you. A sad one, about a trust fund kid losing everything their family worked hard for, and having to build everything back up from scratch? Or an inspirational one, about a girl who grew up in poverty, working hard to achieve her dreams and start her own, successful business? For some reason you had a feeling that he was playing a weird mind game with you, and that he knew way more about you than he was willing to admit. He knew about your place and was looking for a reason to visit, he admitted that himself. Suddenly, a weird realization hit you - it didn't really matter what kind of game he was trying to get you to play, you'd lose regardless. So why not make it at least a little bit more fun?

"Come on, Kyuma. Cut the bullshit. I don't know what your reason for wanting to come here is, but I know you don't give a fuck about my life story. Not at this hour, and not when I could potentially be too drunk or high to even remember all the shitty details."

You fully expected him to be taken aback by your brutally honest answer, but, once again, your words were met with silence. You've even started to wonder if he left, too focused on finishing your work to notice his presence right behind you. It was only when his hands appeared on the counter, his body basically trapping you behind it, that you realized he was still there, your scream cutting the silence between you. You didn't turn around at first, too startled to move or say anything.

"You're right." The sound of his voice so close to your ears sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn't even touching you yet, but your brain already started to get overwhelmed with everything you wanted him to say next, to do next. "My reasons might be..less profound than I've made it seem, but I figured I'd at least get to know you first. Isn't that how it's supposed to go?" Again, his last words almost felt like a challenge. A challenge you would inevitably lose, and you knew that was exactly what he wanted. But this time, you weren't so sure you wanted to win either. After years of hard work, sacrifice and watching the people around you live their best life, wasn't it finally your turn to have some fun?

"It may work for some, that's true.." You started, still facing away from him, but your back arched oh so slightly against his body, silently accepting his challenge. You could see his grip on the counter tightening, and you couldn't help but wish his fingers were curled around your neck instead. "But you never know, one of us might die tomorrow. Why waste time?"

"So..if this is our last day in this world, do we make it quick and have some fun while we still can, or.." Finally, he released one of his hands from the counter. You desperately tried to stay still and control your breath, when you felt it slowly creeping up your thigh, making its way to explore your body. "Do we take our sweet time, and turn this night into a special one?"

You didn't know how and when it happened - you didn't recall answering or trying to face him again - but you suddenly found yourself pressed even harder against the counter, whatever you were holding falling to the ground together with your and Kyuma's clothes, while both of you abandoned any worry, any doubt and any insecurity in favor of each other. With how much desire was filling your mind - and affecting your body - there was no room for them anyway.

You didn't even have time to think about the fact that you were technically strangers, no shared memories besides this, oh so intense, night, or the consequences, should you get caught. The way his strong hands held onto yours, fingers intertwined and pressed into the cold surface, the way your whole body was trembling under his touch and his kisses to your neck, back and shoulders - whether out of pleasure, cold or intimidation, you weren't sure- the sensations so overwhelming, your mind was filled only with thoughts of him. His voice, his name, his body pressed against yours. If you could form a coherent thought you'd almost be ashamed of how wet and needy for him you were already, with him barely touching you.

Luckily for you, Kyuma needed you too, he's waited for this moment longer than he'd ever admit to you. He promised himself that, should there ever be a next time, he'll take his sweet time with you, exploring, tasting and cherishing every inch of your body until he's fully satisfied. But at that moment all he wanted was to feel you around his cock, and he knew you wanted it too, with your back arched against him like that, trying to cover your cute little moans and whines. You've wasted enough time already.

"Don't hold back, princess. I want to hear just how loud you can get."

His wish was granted when -after quickly putting on a condom - without a warning, he simply positioned himself at your entrance, before pushing it in in one swift movement. All air was punched out of your lungs while he filled you to the brim. The room was soon filled with lewd sounds, and your, now completely uncontrolled, moans.

Unwilling to waste any more time, Kyuma started moving against you, with you trying your best to meet his thrusts, not caring about the hard counter pressing into you, or the possibility of someone catching you - the main door was still open after all. If you were being completely honest, the thought of being caught turned you on even more, you knew how jealous all of his fans would be, knowing his idol picked you to claim as his, and you wouldn't mind them watching as he ruined you in your own establishment.

He could tell your mind started wandering, so he quickly brought you back by wrapping his hand around your neck, as if he somehow knew what you were thinking just a few minutes before. You weren't sure if it was because of your previous conversation, but with how desperate he acted, with the rough and ruthless pace he set, it almost seemed like he really thought this would be the first, and last night you'd get together. At least in this world. And you wouldn't mind this being your last sexual encounter - you've never experienced anything like it before. You could already feel yourself getting close, and, judging by his grunts and the quickly tightening grip on your hips, he was close too. It didn't take long for the both of you to reach your peak, staying still for a short time afterwards, allowing each other to calm down.

When you finally regained full control of your mind, and - partially- of your body, you found yourself struggling with finding the right thing to say. You've never been in a situation like this before, and likely won't ever be again. There really wasn't much for you to do - you'd put your clothes back on, exchange your see you later's, which will inevitably turn into goodbyes, and go your separate ways.

But maybe, just maybe, if you'll meet again, in another life, in another world, you'll manage to steal some more time together, before you'll be forced apart yet again.

#alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland fanfiction #aib x reader #aib x you #kyuma x reader #alice in borderland kyuma #ginji kyuma #ginji kyuma x reader

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