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waynes-multiverse · 1 year

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Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼

A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)

Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)

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Lavender Haze

There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.

The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?

All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.

It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.

You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.

“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”

It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.

And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.

When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.

Real. Raw. Breathtaking.

Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.

His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.

Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.

With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.

The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.

His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.

“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”

“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.

His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.

“Yeah?”

A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.

His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.

“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.

You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.

However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.

With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.

Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰

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cellsshapedlikestars · 1 year

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Seeing all your cool home updates && half-watching some HGTV w/my mom while drawing had a simple prompt idea if you might be interested! Basically HGTV reno show Jonsa - Sansa is a designer and finally gets a chance for her own show but loses Rob (her #1 contractor) to an injury before filming starts && Jon jumps in (either to help Rob /or/ the studio execs (maybe Targs?) throw him in) and the two have to work together somehow. Idk idk, just wanted to share! <3

ANON.

No, you have no idea, I already HAVE a house reno wip. It's not super long, but... yeah. I've got that.

Here, I'll post what I have written of it, since we CAN'T GET ONTO AO3.

this isn't exactly your prompt, though I do honestly love yours a lot and sort of want to change mine. If I changed mine, the show Sansa works on would definitely be like Rehab Addict, where she restores old homes to their prior state instead of making them "modern"

But mine is sort of similar? This snippet is just the set up and doesn't include the part where Sansa decides to start a youtube channel for her renovations, (a la WabiSabE, which I used to watch and was probably the inspiration for this fic when I first started writing it like a year ago lol), and everyone starts shipping her with her contractor Jon, who she keeps forcing to be in the videos because she can't really make them without him being in it...

Sansa winces as her car hits another bump and jolts her in her seat.

“You owe me,” she huffs out, hands tight around the wheel.

“I know, I know,” Robb's voice comes through her sound system and fills the car. He's distracted, she can tell, and she bites back a snippy comment. Robb's just so busy, he couldn't possibly get away.

That's not fair, the small part of her brain that's still being rational thinks. Of course Robb couldn't drop everything and come out to the middle of nowhere to deal with their Great Uncle Brynden's estate. Robb's got a new baby and his job.

Robb's got a baby, Arya's got her tournaments, Bran has school, and Rickon's still underage. All of her siblings have lives they can't get away from. All except her.

No significant other, no kids. A tenuous career that she can technically do from anywhere.

“Oh no,” she breathes, when the house finally comes into sight through the trees.

“What's wrong?” Robb asks, his full attention back on her.

“Robb,” she whines, the car coming to a pathetic, rolling stop on the overgrown gravel drive. “It's a mess.”

“A mess?”

She doesn't answer, too busy staring at the mansion in front of her. Or, what used to be a mansion, she thinks.

It's still vaguely house-shaped, but... The roof is missing shingles in multiple places, the windows all seem busted out. The steps up to the covered front porch are fine, but the porch itself has a massive sinkhole, and half the wood looks rotted and ready to crumble.

Gods, if this is what the outside looks like...

“What kind of a mess?” Robb asks. She's just about to start listing the many problems when she hears another car approaching.

“I've gotta go,” she tells Robb. “I think the lawyer's here.” She hangs up before Robb can answer, and watches the other car slowly emerge through the trees up the bumpy road, past the broken gates, and onto the circular gravel drive. It stops behind her and a man gets out. She gets out, too, phone clutched in her hand, just in case.

“Miss Stark?” the man asks, and his face splits into a kind smile when she nods. “Perfect, perfect. I'm Samwell Tarly. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Sansa moves forward to shake the lawyer's hand. He isn't what she was expecting. He's young, for one – maybe only a few years older than her. And he seems just as nice in person as he'd been over the phone. She didn't think lawyers came in nice.

“We should have met at your office,” she says, eyeing up the weeds sprouting from between the gravel and brushing against her ankles. “I didn't realize the road here would be so...”

Mr. Tarly laughs. “This place has been abandoned for quite some time,” he agrees. “I never met Brynden myself, but I’d heard about him. Apparently he decided to up and travel the world and left this…”

Sansa looks back at the crumbling mansion and feels her face scrunch up. She tries to smooth it out. “So, how fast do you think I can sell this?” she asks.

That’s when Mr. Tarly’s smile falters. “Well,” he starts, hesitant, “you see, it’s in such a poor state, I can’t imagine anyone would be willing to buy it.”

“But the land must be worth something? They can just knock it down and-”

“Ah,” Mr. Tarly winces, and Sansa’s sentence breaks off, unfinished. “I suppose you didn’t read all the fine print?” At the slow shake of her head, he grimaces. “Riverrun Manor is a historic property. You, legally, are not allowed to tear the structure down. Anything you do needs to go through lots of committee approvals…”

“So what you’re saying,” Sansa says, closing her eyes as reality crashes down around her, “is that literally no one is going to want to buy this.”

“Maybe if you find someone who’s both very rich, and very interested in Riverlands history?”

She opens her eyes and there must be a glare on her face, because Mr. Tarly winces again.

Then she turns back to the manor, and really looks at it this time. Beneath the grime and the moss and the crumbling wood, she can see what it used to be.

“What if I fixed it up a bit?” she asks, turning back to the lawyer. “What if I just did the major repairs, do you think someone would buy it then?”

She doesn’t want to do that, but it beats letting the property sit around even longer and paying the taxes on it. Or, worse, not paying the taxes and having that on her and her sibling’s financial records.

“I’m not a real estate agent,” Mr. Tarly responds, looking at the building thoughtfully. “But this is a good location, lots of historic stuff around. I wouldn’t doubt you could sell it if the building weren’t… well, that.” He waves his hand towards the manor.

“Alright,” she nods. “Maybe we should head to your office to do the paperwork, though? Then I’ll… I guess I’ll look for a contractor?”

Sam nods, and a bright smile lights his face again. “Oh, I know someone you can call!”

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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White Smoke, Blue Lines

Summary: There are many things that the Jedi Order forbids: Attachments, specifically ones with Clones, and partaking in drugs - both of which you're about to break, when a certain clone helps you obtain the specific herb that you're after.

Pairing: Hardcase x Jedi Reader Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance.

Warnings: Use of Drugs. Tags: Sharing a joint, Mutual pining, Flirting, Teasing, First time, Making out, First kiss, Shotgun kisses, Smut, Oral (receiving), Dirty talk, Grinding. Word count: 7.3k Notes: Personally, I'd like to think that most of the Jedi love getting blazed as fuck, especially Yoda, that little froggy bong-smoking fucker, but logically, they'd say no to drugs. Either way, I just want to share a joint with Hardcase, so here's the fic for it >:)

"Your girlfriend's heading our way, Hardcase," Jesse prods, slapping his brother's arm to get his attention.

"Hey! Wha- she's not my girlfriend," Hardcase huffs, pushing Jesse back, squabbling whilst still on the landing platform.

"Yeah, but you want her to be," Jesse snickers, and Fives joins in, giggling away as the pair begin to bash their skulls together.

You clear your throat, interrupting the presumably playful banter that is going on between two of the 501st boys. The 501st aren't your battalion, but they sure do feel like it, considering almost all of your missions are paired up with General Skywalker's. You have your own men, and he has his, but there's an unspoken agreement that when working together, they're both of your men, and all the clones are content with that.

That being said, you know each of Skywalker's men by name, ranking, personality and whatnot. You've spent the last few years quite literally by their side, squished together on gunships and cruisers, dragging each other from beneath rubble and fallen clankers, and there's even been a few incidents where they've had to carry your injured self from battle. Nasty memories, but you have the 501st to thank as your saviours.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," you say with a soft laugh, watching as their eyes go wide, locking onto yours. Jesse and Hardcase clear their throats, removing each other from their locked stances, and they straighten their backs as they greet you with a shy "General."

Your gaze turns to Hardcase as you politely ask, "Hardcase, may I have a word alone?"

Jesse begins chewing on his bottom lip in an attempt to mute his laughter, but a few snorts slip through. You've overheard Jesse and many others tease Hardcase for his apparent feelings towards you, and although you haven't sensed too much from him, whatever feelings he may have are mutual. However, war and order comes first, and the likelihood of a Clone dating a Jedi is, well... there is no likelihood. It's forbidden. End of debate.

"Uh, of course," Hardcase nods, and follows you from the landing platform, heading towards the Barracks entrance, but not slipping inside. It's quiet here, minus the few clones passing by, unloading the gunships at their own pace.

Your eyes trail around the perimeter before speaking up, not paying any mind to the clones nearby, but assuring that there are no other Jedi in this vicinity. "Hardcase... uh, I was hoping for your assistance in obtaining something," you begin talking, keeping your voice level just above a whisper.

"W-what can I help you with, General?" Hardcase gulps. His hands flex into fists, bunching up at his sides, and he attempts to mute his thoughts, praying that nothing lewd will spring into his mind... again.

"Call me by my name, please, Hardcase. We're off clock, and when it comes to something like this, I'd rather... forget about the Order," you exhale, your gaze finally meeting Hardcase's wide eyes. Nervousness is radiating from him, and it doesn't help that you're prolonging your question, rattling his anxiety as every second passes.

Hardcase mutters your name with a nod, and states that he's "not quite following."

"Before I ask, I just want to explain that I'm approaching you as a friend, and not as a General-" you mumble, prolonging the question even more.

Hardcase nods, and sighs anxiously when you continue rambling. "-And I am coming to you specifically about this because, well, I am under the assumption that you also partake in such activities."

"Please tell me what you're after already!" Hardcase blurts out. Both of your eyes turn wide at his outburst, and he's about to apologize for letting his emotions control his mouth, but you speak up before he can.

"Do you know any dealers?" you finally ask.

Hardcase pauses, still with the same wide-eyed expression. His brow slowly raise as he thinks that he knows what you're on about, but just to be certain, he asks, "dealers... for?"

"Drugs. Weed, specifically," you sheepishly state. "My last one dipped off the radar, I assume he was arrested, but I-"

"I didn't know you smoke," Hardcase softly laughs, flashing you a lop-sided and extremely cheeky grin. You roll your eyes, followed by playfully punching his upper arm, which only causes Hardcase to laugh even more.

"I'm going to take your answer as a 'yes,'" you state, folding your arms and looking up at the clone, who wears his cheeky smile with pride.

"Yeah, I can sort you out," he nods. "I've been buying off the same guy for a while now, but he's weary of strangers. Maybe I could put a good word in first, or-"

"-You could come with me?" you suggest. "To pick up, I mean. That would certainly ease his anxieties."

"Y-yeah, s-sure," Hardcase gulps. His flushed, vibrant red cheeks are hard not to notice, and you're quickly hit with a thick cloud of flustered energy, radiating from him. You've not spent much time around any of the clones outside of work, minus popping by their quarters to pass on information and whatnot, and that one incident where you ran into them at 79's, but that's as good as it gets.

"I'll meet you outside the front of the barracks at 19:00, but around the corner beside that small diner, just to be safe, if that's alright with you?" You question.

"Y-Yeah," Hardcase stutters again, nodding eagerly at your request. "I'll comm my guy and let him know that we're picking up later. He's not too far from here, just a few blocks away."

"Okay," you sweetly smile. "I'll leave you to it, thank you again!" You say your goodbyes, heading in the direction of the temple to continue your chores for the day, leaving Hardcase on the barracks landing platform.

He pinches himself. That just happened, didn't it? That lovely, sweet, and kind General just approached him to ask about drugs? And she trusts him enough to meet up with him, off the clock, and conduct a deal with him?

The trust. Hardcase could go and rat you out to the Order right now. He could knock on the temple's front door, demand to speak to the manager, and tattle on you for partaking in such illegal activities. But he doesn't - why would he?

Hardcase snaps from his daze as he overhears his name being called, and Jesse and Fives appear in his line of sight. Hardcase huffs, knowing what's in store for him, and begins approaching his brothers. They've already stripped themselves from their upper-armour, relaxing in their blacks, now leaving them defenceless from the upcoming brotherly play fight that will no-doubt happen once their teasing has begun.

"What did the General want?" Fives questions as Hardcase approaches, who decides to continue walking into the Barracks, praying that he can drag them back into their quarters fast enough to prevent their teasing. Rex is always there to break up their bickering, especially when it involves certain comments about certain Generals.

"She just asked me about some stuff, nothing important," Hardcase shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand as he walks.

"That's not what it looked like when we walked past," Fives grins.

Jesse joins in on the smirking. "You both looked flustered, but you especially looked like a Cadet attempting to flirt."

"No, no. It wasn't like that-" Hardcase huffs. He debates telling them the truth, considering that they know and also partake in illicit activities, but is it worth the relentless teasing that he will face? Hardcase already knows his answer, and he already knows that his brothers will find out sooner or later - hopefully later when they catch him sneaking out of the Barracks unaccompanied.

"What was it like then?" Jesse raises a brow.

"S-She..." Hardcase stutters, and exhales heavily. He finally admits to the truth, and ensures that his tone of voice is hushed, not wanting anybody to overhear. "She asked me who to get stuff off, so I told her."

"Stuff?" Fives questions.

"He means..." Jesse explains with a wave of his hand.

"Ooooh!"

There's a pause from both of them, and for a brief moment, Hardcase assumes that that's the end of it. But he is unbelievably wrong.

"Wait- The General, a Jedi, asked you for..." Fives coughs. Both his, and Jesse's expression flicks between confused, concerned, and curious, and the pair keep their ears close to Hardcase as he continues explaining what just happened.

"Yeah," he sheepishly nods. "She basically said that she trusts me, and that I look like the kinda guy who knows where to get that stuff, so I said I'd help her out."

"Help her out how?" Jesse questions.

"Well, uh..." Hardcase stutters, rubbing the back of his neck once more. "You know what Dog is like, he's not too fond of strangers-"

"-Yeah, which is why he wouldn't sell to us at first," Jesse states the obvious, and Fives nods in confirmation.

"-So, uh, she's going to come with me later to pick up," Hardcase innocently shrugs. He bites his bottom lip, attempting to focus on walking down the corridor, rather than watching his brother's reactions. It's coming. Hardcase know's it's coming, and when the wave finally hits, it drowns him.

Fives and Jesse scream, instantly jumping on their brother to begin their playful teasing. "You have a date!" They begin barking at him, riling him up, unfazed by the curious onlookers that pass by. "It's a date, our boy Hardcase has a date!" They cheer, and Hardcase, attempting to mute his laughter, eventually pushes both of them off.

"It's not a date!" He instantly begins denying, only to be playfully shoved between both of them as they protest his protests.

"It's a date, Hardcase. You two are meeting up later for a date," Jesse purrs, wrapping his arm around Hardcase's neck as the trio turn the final corner to approach their quarters.

"What are you gonna wear? Something nice?" Fives questions, knowing that they own little to no personal clothing.

"Make sure you shave your balls, chicks love that," Jesse comments, raising a cheeky brow at his brother.

Hardcase finally shoves Jesse off him as he gags at his bold comment. He remains silent, as flustered as ever, quietly wishing that it is a date, rather than him accompanying you to pick up weed. His gaze turns to the quarters' door, and he quickly punches in the code, ensuring that his flustered expression is blocked from his brothers.

However, the second the door opens, Fives pushes him into the room, and proudly announces, "guess who's getting his dick wet later, boys!"

The torment has only just begun...

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Hardcase's pace is faster than usual, weaving his way through the endless sea of people that cover Coruscant. The diner is barely five minutes from the Barracks, but Hardcase is running late due to his brothers pestering him non-stop.

Their teasing was ruthless, exactly what you'd expect from a bunch of men, specifically siblings. Even Rex had joined in on the banter, but reminded his men that this definitely isn't a date as such things are forbidden, not to mention consuming drugs. The talk of his 'date' is not to leave the Barracks, and even when it is spoken about, it must be spoken in hushed tones to prevent by-passers overhearing it through the thick walls.

Hardcase tugs at his shirt again, cursing the smaller fit that he's borrowed off Tup. He's slightly thinner than Hardcase, and it seems that he buys his shirts even smaller to ensure that his best features are on display, pressed against the ironed fabric. Hardcase was originally going to meet up with you in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and his suggestion was met with a sea of tears as every single one of his brothers pushed him to wear something enticing.

"It is a date, after all," Dogma chimed in.

"It's not a date," Hardcase had replied. He had reached the point of auto-pilot, automatically reminding everyone that it's not a date whenever he heard those specific words.

His brothers ignored his declines, and collectively agreed that Hardcase is going on a date, whether he sees it as that, or not. They all helped doll him up; Tup loaned his navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbows and the top few buttons undone, exposing his collarbones and teasing his toned pecs. Hardcase insisted that he wears black jeans, making his outfit seem more casual, rather than borrowing Dogma's suit pants.

Hardcase is assuming that he'll be back within half an hour, ready to tell his brothers "I told you so," when they ask why his 'date' didn't last long. He huffs to himself, finally reaching the destination, at to his surprise, you're already stood outside.

"There you are," you state as he appears in your line of vision. Hardcase, for once, manges to control his flustered expression as he locks on to what you're wearing; it's nothing fancy, casual attire, but you and Hardcase could easily be mistaken as a couple out on a date.

"Sorry I took so long," Hardcase sighs. "The boys were..."

"-being themselves?" you answer his statement, and he nods awkwardly in agreement. You playfully roll your eyes, knowing far too well how boisterous and bold his brothers are. "Anyway, lead the way," you gesture, and with that, Hardcase begins leading you on the short journey to his dealer's place.

"He doesn't live far from here," Hardcase reassures you, holding his hands up innocently.

"Good, hopefully he lives close to me," you say with a laugh, not wanting to trail too far.

"You mean... the temple?"

"Oh, no. I decided to get my own little apartment nearby. I needed my own space, the temple can feel over-bearing, and it's nice to... not feel like a Jedi, sometimes," you briefly explain, hoping that Hardcase understands your desire for self-isolation.

"Yeah, I can understand that," he shrugs. "At least you're able to get your own place. That sure would... be something," Hardcase sighs.

A gentle hand rests on Hardcase's forearm as he walks, and you give him a soft squeeze, reassuring him as you comment, "you know that I'm not fond of how the Republic treats clones."

"Yeah, I don't think there's many Jedi out there who are," he agrees. Hardcase exhales heavily, feeling your hand disappear from his forearm, and as he leads you down a side street, he decides to swiftly turn the conversation around. "He's just up here, I'll buzz for him to come down," Hardcase explains, and slips his comm link from his pocket, tapping away on the device.

"You know, I was going to suggest you come back to my apartment and share a joint with me. My way of saying thank you for helping me out," you suggest.

Hardcase almost drops his comm link, catching it before it hits the floor, preventing the device from being carelessly trampled on by his own boots. He lightly coughs, and his gaze meets yours as he replies, "we don't have to, I don't mind. I-I mean, I'm always happy to help out-"

"-Hardcase," you cut his babbling off. "I'd love to have a smoke with you, if you'd like to."

This time, Hardcase can't hide his flustered expressions. His cheeks begin contrasting heavily against his bold, blue tattoos, decorating his warm face; his pupils are wide, both with a mixture of nervousness and lust, and his mouth remains parted, forgetting how to breathe. Hardcase is so fixated on the thought of being around you, sharing a joint with you, going back to your apartment, that he doesn't overhear his name being called out, at first.

Hardcase finally snaps out of his startled state to see his dealer approaching, and heavily clearly his throat before introducing you to Dog. He's your stereotypical dealer, attempting to keep the exchange swift and quiet, and seems fond of you when you purchase a hefty amount of weed, wanting to ensure that you have more than enough to last.

Dog exchanges his comm link number with you before dipping off, ensuring that you can pick up off him any time. "Any friend of Hardcase's, is a friend of mine," he states. Huh, yeah. A friend.

Silence fills the air as you overlook the few grams that you've purchased before slipping it into your pocket, turning your gaze to Hardcase, who has zoned out once more. You raise a brow, and Hardcase suddenly remembers that he never answered your offer. "Y-yeah, we can go and share a joint at yours," he eagerly nods, followed by licking his drying lips.

"C'mon then," you playfully nudge, and begin leading the way to your apartment.

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The journey home is short, filled with Hardcase's rambling rant about how a few of his brothers irritated him on the last series of missions. You questioned what was on his mind, and not wanting to admit the overwhelming array of emotions that he feels towards you, he decided to fill up the silence with bitching instead. It's a win-win; Hardcase gets to let off some steam, and you get to laugh along and enjoy Hardcase's rambling, something that he does when given the opportunity to.

Hardcase, especially now, sometimes forgets your abilities, and just how prominent they truly are. You know exactly how he feels towards you, and now that you're here, entering your apartment with him, you can forget about both of your statuses the second your apartment door closes. Right now, you're two friends hanging out, sitting on the couch after grabbing a drink for both of you.

Using your weed, Hardcase begins rolling a joint, putting his calloused fingers to work. He pauses his work to take a hefty gulp of his drink, parched from earlier when he felt the life draining from him at the idea of going back to yours. However, now that he's actually here, he feels content; maybe it's because your apartment is so welcoming and cosy, or maybe it's because your general presence often soothes him (when it's not riling him up,) but either way, he's finally comfortable.

You put some background music on, just loud enough to sit comfortably in your ears, and Hardcase announces that he's finished rolling. "Beautiful, isn't she?" he playfully states, holding the pristine joint up to your vision.

"Of course, she is. She's your creation," you smile. Hardcase flashes you a playful, puppy-like grin at your compliment, and you laugh at his warm expression. "Spark up," you state, and leave your seat to go and open some windows.

The joint is lit when you return, and your eyes lock onto the thick smoke flocking from Hardcase's lips as you take your seat beside him. "Here," he mutters, passing you the joint. Hardcase lubricates his mouth as you occupy yourself, smoking at your own pace, and the poor man almost spits water on you when he turns to see you exhaling, the cloud of smoke slowly trickling from your lips.

"What?" you question.

"N-Nothing," Hardcase coughs, attempting to clear his throat. "Went down the wrong way," he explains, and you pretend to understand his response. Your Jedi senses picked up the overwhelming attraction Hardcase felt when he locked his sights onto you smoking; you understand the attraction to the act of smoking, but never have you considered that somebody could feel such a way towards you.

That knowledge settles in the back of your mind, ready to be picked up on later on, hopefully when you've attained more confidence and relaxed even more. "Your turn," you state as you pass the joint back, your fingertips brushing against Hardcase's as he takes it from you.

Minutes pass as you two continue sharing the single joint, eventually being stubbed out in your ashtray. "How're you feeling?" Hardcase questions as he relaxes back on your couch, finding comfort in your variety of pillows.

"Good," you confirm with a nod. "I completely forgot to ask him what strain of weed this is," you sigh, coming to terms with the fact that you're going into this high blind.

Hardcase picks up the bag of weed on your coffee table, and looks it over before laughing to himself. You raise a brow, and he explains, "I don't know why I'm looking it over. It's not like I can tell."

You chuckle with him, already beginning to feel the swift effects of the mystery strain. Your hand runs through your hair, sweeping a few strands back off your face, and when you look up from the floor, your eyes instantly feel heavy. "Kriff," you curse.

"Good stuff?" Hardcase questions with a light laugh, melting into your couch. You turn to gaze at him, instantly noticing his lopsided smile; a deep red colour appears on his cheeks, and you dread to think what thoughts must be running through his mind if he's blushing at you.

"Yeah, good stuff," you confirm with a nod. Shuffling back onto the couch more, you get comfortable, tucking your legs against the pillows.

"You wanna stretch your legs out?" Hardcase questions, patting his toned thighs, maybe a little too eagerly.

You nod, and prop your legs up on Hardcase's lap, who instantly rests his forearms on top of them. He hands begin playing with the fabric of your pants, fiddling mindlessly, trailing his calloused fingertips up and down your shins. You chuckle at the image, seeing some of yourself in him; Hardcase overhears your laughter, and raises as a brow as he smiles and asks, "what?"

"You're a fidgeter too, huh?" you state.

Hardcase grins as he shakes his head, looking like a happy puppy. "Yeah," he confirms. "I've been told that back on Kamino, my growth chamber leaked. That's why I can never sit still," he shrugs, and adds, "not that I mind."

"I like that," you smile. "I love seeing how different all you clones are. Makes me forget that you're actually clones."

"Yeah, me too," Hardcase sighs. He looks away for a brief moment, silently reminding himself about the situation that he's currently in. As of right now, he's content and calm, enjoying a joint with a Jedi - an odd scenario, but Hardcase is fond of oddities. However, come tomorrow, he'll be back on the field, wiping out clankers with his chaingun; at least he can enjoy this moment before it passes.

"Fancy another?" Hardcase questions as he turns back to you, and smirks as he adds, "if you can handle it."

"Of course, I can handle it. You don't have to baby me," you scoff. "Maybe I should baby you instead, seeing as you're almost falling asleep on my couch," gesturing to Hardcase's extremely cosy state.

"No, I'm not," Hardcase scoffs in return, sitting upright instantly. "Your couch is comfortable," he innocently shrugs, and begins rolling another joint once you've moved your legs off his lap. "And how would you baby me, huh?"

A large, bright, and interesting lightbulb lights up in your mind; you've wanted to break the thick, tense ice between you two for so long, but given the circumstances, you've never been able to. Now is your chance!

"I'll show you how to properly smoke," you flirtatiously smirk.

Hardcase raises a brow as he meets your gaze, and he rolls his eyes at your remark. "I know how to smoke, sweetheart," he sighs, the pet name escaping without him realising. "But go on, let's see what you've got."

"Alright," you nod.

Hardcase rushes to roll the second joint, soon revealing a slightly crinkled joint, but that doesn't make it not smokeable. Rather than lighting it, he passes it to you instead, and watched curiously as you begin sparking up, puffing on the end to get the good stuff flowing. You eventually begin exhaling thick clouds of smoke, blowing them from your vision.

"Ready?" you question, and Hardcase eagerly nods, attempting to bite back on his laughter. He's so smug, certain that there's no way you can smoke better than him, and his smug expression remains as you intake an average amount.

Holding the smoke between your closed lips, you shuffle closer to Hardcase, pressing your thighs together, your shoulders tapping against each other before Hardcase turns his upper body to peer down at you. Your eyes meet his, and since your mouth is occupied and unable to instruct him, you resort to moving him into position.

You lightly grab his chin, and Hardcase follows your movement as you bring his lips towards yours. Your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and Hardcase understands what you're signalling for. His lips part slightly, just enough for you to press your lips against his and blow the smoke into his mouth.

Hardcase shudders, and takes his time moving away from your lips to eventually blow out his share of the smoke. A sigh follows behind his exhale, and when he finally turns back to look at you, his eyes are half-lidded, but open enough to show his wide, lustful pupils, decorated by his amber irises.

"Good?" you simply question.

A cheeky grin covers Hardcase's lips as he nods eagerly, but it slips away as fast as it appeared, and he pouts as he replies. "I don't think I got much smoke, you'll have to try again."

You giggle, and Hardcase joins in, almost patting himself on the back for his boldly flirtatious comment. "Alright," you agree. The joint is pressed to your lips again, and you inhale heavily, holding the smoke in your mouth as you signal for Hardcase to get into position. He's cheekily grinning as he parts his lips, pressing them lightly to yours, and his eyes flutter shut as you begin blowing smoke into his mouth.

Hardcase can't help but swiftly kiss you before pulling away, turning his head in the other direction to exhale the smoke. He's grinning again as he turns back to you, his tattoos slowly turning purple as his cheeks begin turning up. "My turn," he chuckles, and takes the joint from your grasp.

Hardcase repeats your fluid movements, and he's now plucked up the courage to hold your jawline in the palm of his hand as he dips his head down to kiss you. This is definitely a kiss with smoke trailing between your lips; you don't even bother inhaling, watching through slowly-shutting eyes as the smoke disappears between kisses, fanning out into the room.

The smoke soon leaves, and you're still locking lips with Hardcase, feeling the faint, light stubble of his facial hair on your upper lip. His soft kisses quickly become firmer, desperate, hungry, and the hand that was once on your jaw slides up to entwine in your hair. You're not sure if Hardcase is a naturally good kisser, or if the weed in your system is making you more sensitive than usual, a burn forming between your thighs as the kiss deepens once more.

Boldly, you break the kiss and pluck the joint from between Hardcase's fingers, stubbing it out in your ashtray. He watches through half-lidded eyes as you straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his hips, introducing your crotch to his growing erection. He's still smirking, and his smile remains as he pulls you down to kiss him once more, this time with added mewls and moans, escaping whenever your lips slightly part.

"Hardcase?" you call out between kisses, and Hardcase lets out a softly grunted, "huh?" when you call his name.

"I wanna know something," you continue, your tone of voice thick with lust.

"Oh yeah? What?" Hardcase raises a brow, breaking the kiss so he can gaze up at you with his slightly red eyes.

"Do your tattoos cover all of your body?" you question, and instantly, Hardcase begins chuckling at your words.

"Why don't you find out for yourself, sweetheart?" he invites you in. You lick your lips as your hands move from his shoulders, finding the buttons on his shirt, and at an agonizingly slow pace, you begin unfastening each of them. Hardcase almost rips the shirt off once it's finally unfastened, discarding it on the other side of your couch, revealing his delicious form.

Hardcase is a meal of a man, toned from years of work and fighting. His tanned skin looks lush, contrasting against his blue tattoos that continue over his chest and arms, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Your hands begin trailing over each line, admiring the flawless line work; they hook around the waistband of his pants, and your eyes meet Hardcase's as you continue talking.

"Can I take these off?" you question.

Hardcase playfully tuts as his hands find your waist, kneading at the fabric of your shirt. "Not until this comes off. Fair's fair, right?"

"Of course," you agree with a nod. This time, Hardcase is the one gawking over his form once your top comes off; his hands follow the flow of your body, every dip and crevice, every curve and bump. Just when he thinks this day couldn't get any better, you smile as you reach your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it slip down over your shoulders.

Hardcase's face literally lights up, grinning playfully as he moves his hands up to cup your breasts. "Mesh'laaaa," he slurs his words, followed by mumbling a series of phrases in Mando'a, and you can only assume that from his given expression, they're all words of affection. Hardcase, whilst still smiling, dips his head down to latch his mouth onto a nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud and sucking gently. He kisses along your chest when switching between each nipple, and rolls his hips as a way of encouraging you to get closer.

Slowly and softly, you begin rutting your hips, grinding down against his growing erection. Hardcase begins letting out the softest of moans, sucking on your nipples more firmly, his hands tightening their grip around your waist. "Karking hell," Hardcase grunts, moving his lips from your breasts to look up at you. "These have got to come off, please?" he both asks and suggests.

You swiftly nod, shuffling off Hardcase's lap. You undo your pants, shimmying them down to your ankles, and step out of them, leaving you almost bare. Hardcase goes to reach out, to grab you once again, but you tut and offer him your hand instead. "Are you coming?" you offer, and Hardcase swiftly grabs your hand before you can even finish your question.

You begin leading him towards your bedroom, your hand slipping from his as Hardcase shuffles out of his pants. He almost trips over his pants legs as he kicks them off, leaving them in a jumbled pile on the floor. His tattoos do continue even lower, partially hidden under his boxers, but you'll soon see for yourself.

You sit on the edge of the bed, offering your hand out once more to drag Hardcase on with you, but he rejects your offer. Whilst shaking his head, Hardcase settles onto his knees, his hands finding your thighs as he hungrily spreads them apart. Oh. He groans at the sight of your spread legs, despite still having panties on; you're uncertain if it's the weed effects taking place, or if Hardcase really is working this fast, but he rushes to kiss down both of your thighs, stopping just before your cunt and moving cheekily onto the other one. He's teasing you, but it's clear that his patience is running thin.

Hardcase groans as he finally licks a firm stripe over your clothed cunt, faintly tasting your slick through the thin fabric. He repeats the motion a few more times, teasing himself more than you, and swiftly decides that he needs your underwear off. Now. They're quickly removed, tossed onto the floor that he's settled on, and once again, Hardcase is the one groaning as he finally begins lapping at your folds.

Everything feels so rushed, your head spinning ever so slightly as you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling between your fluttering lashes. Hardcase is a messy eater, unfazed by the sounds of wetness and slurping, lapping at your cunt like a starving man. He flicks between a series of motions, but always ensures that when he sucks your clit, he does it hard, chuckling to himself as you begin squirming on the bed from his actions.

"So karking good," Hardcase mumbles against you. "I can't believe I've finally got my head between your thighs," he groans, and slips his tongue into your entrance, tongue-fucking you a few times before deciding that you deserve something firmer to fill you up. You're unbelievably soaked, more than slick enough to fit two of Hardcase's thick fingers, pushing them slowly until he reaches his knuckles.

With his lips around your clit, Hardcase begins pumping his fingers, curling them to ensure that they brush against your g-spot with every thrust. You don't even realise that he's shaking at first, until you prop yourself up onto your elbows to notice that his other hand is moving rapidly. Hardcase has managed to free his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusting fingers.

His cock is gorgeous, girthy with a blue stripe running down the middle. Hardcase notices you staring and raises a playful brow, only for his expression to turn into concern as you smirk maliciously. Without saying a word, you raise your hand, and use your special abilities to begin jerking Hardcase's cock for him. He's forced to move his lips off your cunt, letting out a heavy groan as you begin jerking his cock.

"Karking hell!" Hardcase yelps, moaning hungrily as you pump his length. "I always forget you have those abilities," he chuckles, and returns to eating your pussy. Despite being occupied, his own words sink into his mind even deeper - you're a Jedi. He's hooking up with a Jedi. Hardcase is the lucky Clone who gets to enjoy seeing what else you can do with your Jedi powers. Kriff.

You sense the realisation from Hardcase, his thoughts barely clouded from the smoke that's still lingering in his system. You've become swiftly adjusted to the sensation of being high, but now that those thoughts are present, you realise how utterly blazed you are. Your head is, thankfully, no longer spinning, but your eyes are half-lidded, and you're almost constantly grinning, giving away your dazed state. Hardcase is the same, finally relaxing as smugness takes over, proud of himself for achieving such an unimaginable goal.

"Ughh," Hardcase grumbles against your folds. "Taste so good, you feel so good around my cock too! Well, I mean your... uh, the force feels good?" Hardcase stutters, raising a brow as he attempts to explain the new sensations washing over him.

"Why don't you come up here, and find out how good I feel around your cock?" you flirt.

Hardcase grins, scrambling up to his feet. He shuffles up onto the bed, toned arms resting on either side of your head, pinning you beneath him. Your juices are all over his chin, his blue tattoos glistening whenever the street lights through your bedroom window hit his face at the right angle. With a laugh, you clean him up, and the second you're done, he dips his head down to crash his lips against yours.

Your hands trail over his shoulders, admiring how toned and defined he is. Hardcase is softly mewling between kisses, expressing his hunger and desperation for you. He begins grinding his solid length against your folds, slicking himself up, but teasing himself more than he's teasing you. Either he's naturally sensitive, or the weed has cranked his sensitivity levels up tenfold.

Hardcase begins angling his hips, attempting to catch your pussy at the right angle and push his cock in; he breaks the kiss in order to concentrate, refusing to give up on his desires. Eventually, Hardcase manages, and lets out a heavy moan as he finally pushes himself into your tight cunt.

"Heh, no hands," Hardcase chuckles once he's fully sheathed. He holds himself there, and you're uncertain if it's because he's letting you adjust to his size, or because he needs a moment to collect himself. Both, possibly? Given his calming expression.

You swiftly grow impatient, and lock onto his gaze as you groan, "Hardcase, move."

"Yes, General," Hardcase cheekily replies, and you roll your eyes at his audacity.

But that playfully frustrated expression on your face is quickly wiped away, your brows turning upwards, and your mouth parting as Hardcase begins thrusting himself deep into you. He's girthy, stretching your walls with every thrust, filling you up with no room to spare. Hardcase seems to be moaning than you are, possibly, it's hard to tell, given your stoned state, and the fact that you're moaning just as loud.

Hardcase's thrusts are delicious, firm and fast, slowly bruising your inner thighs; you wrap your legs around his waist, ankles crossing over, and lightly grind your heel into his lower back as a way of spurring him on. Hardcase chuckles, and comments, "needy thing," before following your order and slamming into you even harder.

You're moaning way too loud, certain that you'll receive a noise complaint tomorrow. Whatever. You remind yourself that you don't care, that you need this, that you've been pining after this Clone for way too long. He's not letting you down, he never has, despite not being in your ranks. No doubt, you'll spend the next few days walking funny, receiving concerned expressions from Jedi and Clones alike; it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, since Hardcase will definitely be walking with a limp.

Hardcase dips his head down, leaving purple marks along your collarbone. He's muttering between kisses, barely audible through his heavy breaths as he continues slamming into you. "C-Can't believe we're doing this," he grunts. "Been after you for so long, so kriffing long. You have no idea!"

You let out a soft laugh, "you don't exactly keep your feelings hidden."

Hardcase's cock comes to a halt, twitching deep inside you. He props himself up on his forearms, peering down at you as he asks, "you knew?"

"Everybody knows," you chuckle. You pull his head down for a kiss, reassuring him that the feelings are mutual. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't feel the same," you mutter against his lips.

Hardcase breaks the kiss, raising a brow as he jokingly replies, "you wouldn't be here? But this is your apartment-"

His words are cut off as you let out a laugh, and Hardcase laughs along with you, soon returning his lips to yours. He has you pinned perfectly to the bed, his hips rolling ever so slightly as he introduces his tongue to yours, swallowing down your moans whenever the kiss briefly breaks.

As Hardcase pulls away from the kiss, he slips his cock from your slickness, and lets out a grunt as he pushes himself up onto his knees. He eagerly pats the bed as he orders, "on your hands and knees, sweetheart."

Whilst smirking at him, you shuffle into the new position, peering over your shoulder once ready. Hardcase licks his lips at the sight, his large hands kneading as your ass, enjoying everything you have to offer. He spends a few moments simply playing with your ass, one hand moving from the mound of flesh to run his thumb over your folds, finding your clit and grinding over it.

"Hardcase," you mutter.

"I know, I know," he chuckles as he moves his hands away, lining himself up. "Hard not to do that, you just look so good," he grunts, and finally begins pushing into you again.

A firm pair of hands find your hips, wrapping around them, holding you tightly. Hardcase jumps back into his rushed pace, eager to feel your walls fluttering around his cock once more. His whines and moans start up again, matching your own, the sound of skin against skin echoes around the room.

Hardcase begins muttering sweet praise, "sweet girl, my perfect girl, so karking tight around me-" he lets out a grunt. "Kriff, I'm not gonna last long, babe," Hardcase informs you.

You reach down between your thighs, fingertips about to touch your clit, but Hardcase chuckles as he redirects your hands. "Here, let me," he says with a smile. Hardcase wraps his large palm around both of your wrists, pinning them behind your back, your head dropping onto the duvet. His other hand slips beneath you, firm fingertips begin rubbing eagerly at your clit.

Needless to say, Hardcase has a lot on his plate, and his thrusts become somewhat sloppy, but more than enough to get you off. "Come on, girl, cum on this cock," Hardcase instructs through gritted teeth. His cock begins twitching inside you, an orgasm sitting on the edge, but like the gentleman that he is, he waits for you to hit peak first.

You cry out his name, part of your words muffled from your face being smothered against the duvet. Your orgasm finally hits, your walls clenching tightly around Hardcase's thick length. He grunts, and swiftly removes his hands from you, rushing to pull out his length. His release lands on your back, grunting and sighing heavily as he paints you white.

"Kriff, oh, babe," Hardcase sighs, jerking his length slowly to push his final drops of cum onto your bare body. "Wait here," he mutters, and rushes to climb off the bed. Hardcase almost trips over his own feet, his legs turning into jelly in his post-orgasm phase, along with whatever weed is still pumping throughout his body.

Hardcase returns moments later with a damp towel, and cleans you up whilst humming playfully. He lands a light slap on your rear as he announces, "done!"

You roll onto your back, star fishing on your bed; your chest is rising and falling heavily, matching Hardcase's deep breaths, who joins you on the bed after tidying himself up. He's slightly sweaty from his workout, but still wears that usual cheeky grip as he props himself up on his elbow, lying on his side, looking down at you.

"Did you have fun?" Hardcase asks, the audacity.

You roll your eyes, laughing lightly as your hand moves up to wrap around his neck. "Come here, you," you flirt, and pull him down into a tender kiss, reassuring him that you definitely had fun.

Hardcase's hand finds your waist, fingertips running along your skin whilst he shares a tender moment with you. The kiss isn't rushed and heated like earlier, but soft and loving, warming your chest, and sending shivers along your skin. As it breaks, Hardcase flashes you a grin, then kisses the tip of your nose before falling back on your pillows.

"C'mere," he mutters, waving his hand. You follow his lead, settling in the curve of his neck, sprawling yourself over him whilst still regaining your breath. There's silence for a while, a welcoming silence, shared between two people who have finally broken the ice. Hardcase eventually fills up the silence as he asks, "you'll let me take you out for dinner some time, won't you?"

You move your head off his chest, peering up to see his warm brown pleading eyes, his bottom lip slightly sticking out. "Yeah, of course, I will," you agree with a sweet smile.

Hardcase hums happily as he places a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand moving up to direct your head back onto his chest. Neither of you say anything after that, content with the silence that once again fills the room, later complimented by light snores as you both drift off to sleep.

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The Wedding Date (F!Reader x Frankie Morales) (part 7)

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend boning the neighbour, you suddenly find yourself single and without a plus one to four weddings over the summer. Wanting to avoid looks of pity and the 'still single?' comments, your best friend Olivia Miller suggests you take a friend of her brothers; Frankie Morales.

Warnings (for the series as a whole): infidelity and consequences of that, drinking, drug use, swearing, eventual smut, 10 year age gap

Rating: 18+

W/C: 2.7k

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In college, parties had been your comfort zone. The density of bodies packed into a cramped house, the smell of beer and weed, the thump of whatever music was popular. You had positively thrived in that kind of environment when you had once been the type of person in high school to skip a party in favour of reading or gaming. Not that you didn’t still enjoy those in college, but you had decided on the first night of your freshman year to make a change, to actually try and have a social life.

As it turned out, Benny Miller liked to party like a college boy. Well, not entirely like a college boy. There were no people passed out in the front yard when you arrived, and instead of top 40 vibrating through the walls it was what modern radio stations would call ‘old school hits’. Plus, his house was less sticky and ‘frat-like’ than a college boys. In fact, the decor was far more tasteful than anything you would have pegged the middle Miller child for.

You weaved your way through the crowd, Olivia’s hand in your own so she wouldn’t wander off, getting smacked with deja vu left and right. You hadn’t seen Frankie yet, but you had placed the case of beer labelled with his name in block letters you had gotten him in Benny’s VIP fridge that was apparently off limits to everyone but “him and his boys”. You had rolled your eyes at that, and rolled them harder when Benny had quickly said that of course you’re included in that. Of course you’re a VIP. It was his birthday, so you decided to let it slide.

You sipped from a can of vanilla coke, having volunteered to be the designated driver so Olivia could get white girl wasted. Which she was already well on the way to being, sinking her sixth Grey Goose and Sprite mixer with a drunken grin.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said, patting your cheek, “the most beautiful friend on the planet.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed, steadying your friend so she was leaning on the kitchen counter.

“And you have the most biggest brain I’ve ever met,” as if to demonstrate her point, she reached up and smacked herself in the head. A wince crossed her face as she realised she had hit herself harder than intended.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself please,” you grabbed her hand and lowered it gently into her lap. You had taken care of a drunken Olivia many times, and she had done the same for you. Most of the time, taking care of her was just making sure she didn’t accidently hurt herself, or position her away from others if she looked like she was about to vomit. As long as she wasn’t trying to fist fight someone for looking at her, drunk Olivia was usually pretty fun.

She stared at you seriously, her blue eyes focused. “If not for the laws of the land, I would already have slaughtered every person who’s looked at you wrong.”

“I appreciate your loyalty,” you kissed her cheek, “and I’d do the same for you.”

Will appeared next to you and grinned at his sister. “She’s fucked.” You took in his outfit, a blue floral shirt and mid-thigh cut off shorts, eerily similar to what Benny was wearing. Had they matched on purpose?

“You’re fucked, Willie! I’m perfectly fine!” Olivia shot back. Will roared with laughter and ruffled her hair. Olivia pushed him away, turning to you for help.

“Have you seen Fish yet?” Will asked you, holding Olivia away with one arm while she tried to swipe at him with one arm and drink with the other.

“I thought he’d be with you guys,” you said with a shrug, throwing your empty can in a plastic tub with a sign that said RECYCLE YOUR SHIT.

“He came with Pope and Ness but has been MIA since,” Will said. “I know he’s not upstairs with Benny and whoever he’s roped into fulfilling his birthday wishes. I thought he’d be with you.”

“Why would he be with me? Maybe he’s outside,” you suggested, looking over the selection of food that had been placed throughout the kitchen. Your eyes lingered on two plates of brownies; fun and delicious and just delicious.

“I just know he wanted to see you tonight,” Will said with a shrug. Something about Will’s tone gave you pause. Frankie had asked if you were coming tonight, so it made sense that he would want to see you to say hi or make sure you brought him his beers. But something in Will’s voice insinuated more.

You turned and missed the look that passed between Will and Olivia.

“Well, look, if you see him, can you let him know that I’m looking for him? It’s nothing urgent so no hurry,” Will said, taking the top of a beer and flicking the bottle cap at Olivia.

“Sure,” you said, taking a just delicious brownie. You stowed away a fun and delicious one for later in your bag, wrapping it in a piece of paper towel.

“I saw that,” Olivia whispered dramatically.

“You saw nothing,” you whispered back with a grin. She jumped down from the counter, grasping your arm tightly.

“My darling, are you going to be okay if I go outside and smoke for a while?”

“My sweet, are you going to be okay if you go outside?” you countered.

“I’ll scream if not,” Olivia assured you.

“Okay, have fun, keep your drink covered.” You doubted anything would happen at her own brother's party, but like most women, you had caution ingrained into your DNA.

You squeezed her hand twice, your code for I love you more than life. In fact, you were pretty sure Olivia was the only person you loved with your whole heart, so she was the only one who received the two hand squeeze.

You watched as her head disappeared into the crowd and out the sliding back door. You wandered around for a while, chatting idly to people whose names you forgot as soon as you learnt them. Really, you were just looking for Frankie, becoming more and more disappointed as the night wore on.

Could he be avoiding you? Of course, he was under no obligation to talk to you at all if he didn’t want to - maybe you had taken things too far by posting those photos. You hadn’t really thought twice about it last night when you had uploaded them, but maybe Frankie was uncomfortable with the entire fake thing being posted for everyone to see.

You silently scolded yourself for not asking him first. It was inconsiderate of you not to even consider how he might have felt about it. A twist formed in your gut, thinking how you may have already ruined your friendship with him.

“You look concerned,” Santi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“That’s just my face,” you lied. Santi was dressed almost identically to Benny and Will, in a yellow floral shirt this time and a pair of mid-thigh cut off shorts. “I’m also sensing a bit of coordination between you all.”

“Benny says the only gift he wants is to match clothes for a day. Last year it was kilts the traditional way.” Santi shrugged. “I prefer the floral.”

“What’s the traditional way?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Sans underwear,” Santi shook his head, “it would have been fine if the wind didn’t pick up.”

“Oh no,” a grin was starting to spread across your face.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, “but the bachelorette party at the bar didn’t seem to mind.”

You laughed, wiping a tear from your eye. You had heard a rumour floating around the neighbourhood about a group of men running around in kilts last year, but you had never stopped to consider you might know those men.

“Hey, you haven’t seen Frankie, have you?” you asked finally, deciding that if he was mad at you, that you would find out and do whatever you could to make amends. You just hoped he was the forgiving type.

Santi shrugged. “Ten minutes ago he was talking to some woman in the dining room.”

Ah. “I won’t bother him then.”

“No, no, I think he’d appreciate it. He’s been trying to get out of the conversation for an hour now. The idiot is just too polite for his own good.” Santi gently nudged you in the direction of the dining room. “Go be rude for him.”

Well, if there was one thing you knew you were capable of, it was being an inconvenience.

You found Frankie exactly where Santi said you would. He was leaning against the wall, beer in hand, and a polite smile on his face. His own shirt was a reddish pink, his own cut-offs accentuating his thighs nicely. You couldn’t see the face of the woman he was talking to, but you had to assume she was attractive. Long legs that didn’t have a hint of cellulite on them, a dress that made her hips look incredible, red hair that tumbled down her back.

You heard Frankie laugh from across the room, and felt a pang in your chest and an unfounded dislike for the woman. Jesus am I jealous? The thought crossed your mind and you took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you weren’t actually dating Frankie, that he was allowed to talk to whoever he wanted. It wasn’t her fault.

Still, when you caught Frankie’s eye, your stomach gave a little flutter that the rational part of you knew wasn’t because of all the sugar you had consumed. You saw in his expression his boredom, and decided that maybe Santi was right about being rude.

You made your way over and slid an arm around his waist, kissing his scruffy cheek.

“Here you are, darling! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You turned to the woman, who was as you suspected, a fucking knockout, and smiled at her.

“Honey,” Frankie’s voice was threaded with relief. “This is Penelope, she and my ex-wife are friends.”

You gave his waist a gentle squeeze and extended your free hand, introducing yourself. “It is so nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, her voice holding a refined southern twang. Debutant, possibly. Judgemental, definitely. “Francisco neglected to tell me that he was dating someone.”

“Well we don’t go around yelling it from megaphones,” you smiled politely at her. “But if someone were to ask, then they would know.” It was a gamble to assume that Penelope hadn’t asked him.

She took a sip of her wine. “Yes, I suppose if I had asked. I just assumed because Ariel hadn’t said anything about you having a new . . . girlfriend, that you didn't have one.”

You decided that you were ready to end the conversation. “Has Will caught up with you yet? He told me he was looking for you.”

Frankie seemed to sense that you were trying to help him escape. “No! We should go find him, right away.”

“Right now,” you grinned. He laced his fingers through yours as you began to tug him away. “Lovely to meet you, Penelope!”

You were both giggling messes by the time you had escaped out to the backyard. The night air had cooled considerably, so you moved close to the firepit standing beside Will and Olivia.

Neither you nor Frankie let go of each other's hand as Will spoke to Frankie in low tones. To keep up the illusion should Penelope appear, you figured. But it was nice, warm. Comforting in an unexpected way.

“Thanks for saving me,” Frankie said.

“No problem, I’m well aware men hate talking to women who look like supermodels.”

“Especially

“You know,” Frankie leant down slightly to whisper in your ear, “if my ex wife calls me about this I’m blaming you.”

“Want me to stay over and really sell it when she does? Oh Frankie, come back to bed, it’s so cold without you,” you turned your voice breathy, adding a moan at the end for effect. “Oh Frankie, that tattoo looks so big from this angle.”

Frankie cleared his throat and took a long sip of his drink. “If I feel the need to give Ariel any more reasons to hate me I might take you up on that.”

You stayed by the fire for a while, glad for the fresh air. Neither of you let go of the other's hand, even when keeping hold wasn’t necessary.

“Sweet babe with the sweeter ass!” Olivia called to you as it rolled over to one am. “I’m staying here tonight so leave whenever you want!”

You had a feeling she would decide to stay the night, and part of you was glad you wouldn’t have to wrangle her drunk ass into your car. Another part of you didn’t want to end the night entirely, even though you were close to your threshold for partying sober.

Frankie lowered his head so it rested on top of yours. “You leavin’ soon?” His voice had a drunken quality to it.

“Why, you want a ride?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna go home.” His dark eyes held a hint of mischief, the kind that was infectious.

You considered for a moment. “Wanna see something kinda cool instead?”

Aquarium employees didn’t usually take advantage of their twenty-four hour access after their first few months of employment. Hell, it had been years since you yourself had come in without having a specific reason to.

Maybe that’s why you felt like a criminal as you swiped your access card and punched in your key code. But the door unlocked and you gripped Frankie’s hand tightly as you led him into the brightly lit hallway.

“Are we allowed to be here?” Frankie whispered, taking stock of his surroundings.

“Yeah, trust me, it’s fine.” You took him past the room where you did most of your computer work on days you were scheduled to come in. No doubt there was someone in there, monitoring or tracking something, but you weren’t really in the mood to say hi. There was something much more interesting you wanted to show Frankie.

“It’s so quiet here at night,” he said as you took him past the penguin habit, past the alligators and the jellyfish.

You were glad that the shark tunnels were still partially lit at night.

“When I was younger,” you said, sitting down on the hard linoleum and turning your face towards a hammerhead gliding above, “I watched Jaws at least once a week. At first I was scared of the shark, like who wouldn’t be?”

Frankie sat down beside you, so his leg touched yours.

“But then the more I watched, the more I thought that maybe the shark wasn’t the villain. If some strange creature was coming into my home uninvited, I’d probably attack them too. And if those same creatures started hunting me for it, well I’d be pretty mad. I wanted to understand them more. I felt like if I could understand them I could help people realise that most of them aren’t aggressive, they aren’t ugly, they’re actually interesting. They just don’t like home intruders. Maybe if I could understand them, then that meant someone could understand me, find me interesting.”

“I think you’re interesting.” You turned your head to find Frankie staring intently at you. He lifted his hand and rested it on your cheek gently, catching your breath in your throat.

His kiss was gentle, hesitant, almost shy. His tongue tasted of mint laced with the beer he had been drinking.

It was the taste of the beer that made you pull reluctantly away.

“I can’t,” you whispered against his lips.

“Why?” he didn’t sound mad. Just curious.

“You’re drunk, it doesn’t feel right. Like that’s the only reason you’re doing it.. Like if it were someone else you'd kiss them, too.”

“If I kiss you when I’m sober, will you believe I want to then?”

You nodded. You would believe he wanted it then.

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Miscommunication

A/N: Longer one! I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Harrison has an idea which leads to Tom and reader enganging in a friends with benefits relationship and as always is the case manage to miscommunicate their feelings.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs (Weed smoking, i do not judge but please be safe if engaging in drug use), smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, high sex (minors DNI) and swearing.

W/C: 7K.

You’d been friends with Tom and Harrison for years, you were the only girl that lived with the boys and you loved it. Although you were close to the other boys, nothing really compared to how close you were with Tom and Haz. Mostly Tom, it’d always been different between the two of you, but recently it’d been awkward. Of course having somewhat of an undisclosed friends with benefits relationship would do that to you. You’d both been trying however to make things less awkward and tried your hardest to keep things normal, not that that was working.

You remembered how this had all started, a couple years back you, Haz and Tom had been smoking some weed, not that it was something any of you did anymore but you know being young and all that. It was a rare night that it was just the three of you in and Haz had suggested doing it. It was all going as usual; it wasn’t like you’d not smoked it together before. You and Tom were more flirty than usual with each other but nothing necessarily out of the ordinary.

“Do you wanna know what I miss?” Harrison suddenly said as he took a drag of the joint before passing it to you.

“What’s that?” Tom asked as you passed him the joint after taking a couple drags yourself. You could all feel that familiar buzz of being high.

“Sex.” Harrison said and you and Tom hummed in agreement.

“God, yeah. I don’t think I’ve had a date who’s managed to finish me off recently.” You laughed.

“Selfish fuckers.” Tom muttered, passing the joint back to Harrison.

“Seriously? You’ve not gotten off?” Harrison asked.

“Well yeah but not because of another man, all my own work.” You laughed, when you said you were close to the boys, you really meant it. You literally discussed everything.

“That’s ridiculous! You should get them told!” Harrison said loudly before passing the joint back to you. You took a few drags before passing it back to Tom.

“No point. Most of them got themselves off and left before I had a chance.” You muttered.

“You mean they didn’t even engage in foreplay?” Tom asked. You were all quite high at this point.

“Nope.” You said popping the ‘p’.

“I have an idea if you’re up for it?” Harrison said as he eyed you and Tom carefully.

“What?” Tom asked as he gave Harrison the last of the joint.

“We should have sex.” Harrison said and you laughed.

“What like a threesome?” You asked him as he stubbed out the joint.

“Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’re all close and I don’t see the harm. Don’t worry Y/N, I’m not gonna fall hopelessly in love with you.” He teased. You looked at Tom who’d been quiet.

“I mean I don’t know Haz. Wouldn’t that be crossing a line?” You asked. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, the idea of a good orgasm had you feeling quite horny. You’d heard enough from their past girlfriends to know you’d have a good time. You just worried it’d change the dynamic of the friendship.

“Y/N I have literally walked in on you getting yourself off before.” Harrison stated as you blushed at the memory. “It’d just be a one-time thing. We’ve literally all said we miss it and what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t help each other out?” Harrison said. You supposed he had a point. You were all close, having a seemingly unbreakable bond. “Tom? Thoughts?” Harrison asked.

“I mean I’m game. Only if you’re completely comfortable though darling?” He turned to you.

“Why the fuck not.” You threw your hands up as you let all the worries leave your mind.

“Come on then darling.” Tom said as he gave you a smile and held out his hand for you, which you gladly took. The three of making your way into your room. Harrison had plopped down onto your bed, already taking his shirt off. Before you could join him Tom took your hand and spun you back to face him.

You looked at him confused before he placed both his hands on your face and looked into your eyes, almost like he was searching for something but at this point both your eyes were dilated so you wasn’t sure what it was. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, so that’s what he was looking for, any hesitation. He wasn’t going to find it.

“I’m sure.” You smiled back at him as he grinned. He leant forward carefully and connected your lips; it was almost explosive. It felt good, in a way you hadn’t expected it to. Not that you didn’t think kissing Tom would feel good, you just didn’t think it’d be this good. You decided that it might have been the buzz from the weed and the sensation of having someone kiss you properly for the first time in a while.

He backed you up carefully until the backs of your knees hit the bed. That’s when you suddenly remembered Harrison as he took the back of you hips in his hands and pulled you to sit next to him. Your lips left Tom’s and you instantly missed them.

Harrisons lips peppered kisses down your neck and you rolled your head to the side allowing him more access. His hands went to the hem of your shirt and he pulled it over your head. He easily unclasped your bra and threw both garments onto the floor. He was still kissing your neck when your eyes met Tom’s. He was looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher.

You reached a hand out to him and he took it before you pulled him closer to you. You missed his touch in a way you’d rather not think about. Probably the weed and the flirtatious relationship you had with him. Harrison shifted over on the bed to take his sweats off and Tom joined you at your other side.

Weed sensations or not, kissing Tom felt good and you couldn’t help but pull him back in for another kiss. You felt him smile into it as he pushed you lightly to lie on your back. He climbed on top of you, straddling you and disconnected your lips for a second to take his own shirt off. That’s when you felt Harrison remove your shorts. He placed a few kisses to your calves as he went. Tom had brought his lips to your neck as he sucked and licked at the base of it. This elicited the first moan from you.

“Fuck.” Tom muttered as he moved his lips further up your neck, kissing, biting and licking as he went. Harrison reappeared at the side of you both, he was led on his side looking at you both, completely naked now and you were just in your underwear.

“What do you want Y/N/N?” Harrison asked and you looked at him for a moment. You had both of them and like previously mentioned, you’d heard things from previous girlfriends about how good they both were and not just with their cocks. You licked your lips as you felt your mouth go dry.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” You answered honestly, you really didn’t, you could feel yourself dripping in anticipation.

“Want me to go down on you or Tom?” He asked and Tom’s eyes suddenly snapped to yours. You’d once had one of Harrison’s girlfriends tell you how it was something he was very good at and this was about pleasure right? So you started there.

“You.” You answered as you looked back at Harrison. He gave a small nod and a quick peck on the forehead, almost headbutting Tom in the process. “Sorry mate.” He muttered as you laughed. Tom moved off you and essentially took Harrisons spot. He went back to kissing your neck and it made you let out quiet whimpers. Tom groaned. You felt as Harrison took your underwear off and moaned when his tongue licked a hot stripe through your heat. “Fuck.” You muttered. Tom continued his assault on your neck, he’d found your sweet spot now and it made the whole experience that much more mind blowing.

Harrison brought his mouth to your clit and licked gently. It sent fire coursing through you and you moaned again. He continued to lick and suck in a way that made your orgasm build in a steady manner. Fuck, it felt amazing. Tom brought his hand to your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers only adding to the sensation, you were a moaning mess. Tom trailed his kisses up your neck to your ear.

“You sound so fucking pretty.” He groaned into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. His voice was husky and full of lust. Harrison brought two fingers down to your dripping heat and inserted them as Tom kissed back down your body. He took the breast he wasn’t holding into his mouth and sucked and licked at your nipple.

You’d never felt pleasure like it and it clouded your mind completely. Harrison felt you tightening around his fingers and disconnected his mouth for a second.

“You gonna come Y/N/N?” He asked you frantically nodded. He laughed lightly as he brought his mouth back down to your clit, sucking more harshly, you could feel that familiar coil tightening inside you and it was far better than when you’d gotten yourself off. Harrison had been building you up slowly and you knew your orgasm was going to be earth shattering.

You couldn’t explain what was going through your mind but you wanted Tom to say something to you again. There was something about the way he spoke that sent shivers down your spine in a way you’d not experienced before, it was like its own form of pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself as you tugged on his hair and brought him back up to your face.

He looked at you confused for a second before he leant down and whispered in your ear.

“What do you need?” It was so husky and filled with lust that it almost rendered you speechless.

“I want- talk to me Tom.” You mumbled back. He chuckled and it sounded so smug that if it was any other situation you’d have smacked him lightly on the head.

“You like it when I tell you how pretty your moans are? How fucking hot you sound. Could listen to these moans all day princess.” Princess that sent a wave of pleasure straight to your centre. Harrison was continuing his assault with his fingers and mouth and you were so close to the edge at this point, that coil was wound so tight at this point, you just needed a small push into oblivion. “You gonna come for Harrison? Be a good girl and come for him?”

“I’ve got you princess, come on, let go.” There it was. That shove off the edge of a cliff that sent you crashing into the waves beneath. You were a moaning mess as the pleasure took over, you could feel your legs shaking as Harrison rode you through your high with his fingers as Tom continued to whisper into your ear. It was quite possibly the longest orgasm you’d ever had.

“Such a good girl. So good for Harrison princess. That’s right, tell him how good he’s making you feel.” His words had such an effect on that you couldn’t really describe it. How could someone turn you on so much just by talking? You wondered if Tom could bring you to an orgasm just by talking to you. Again though, could be the weed and the sensation Harrison had given you. You didn’t dwell on it too much.

When you came down from your high, Harrison had re-joined you at the top of the bed and Tom was now as naked as the two of you.

“How was that? Please tell me that made up for some of those shitty experiences with those selfish fuckers?” Harrison laughed as he moved a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“Amazing, thank you.” You answered.

“Make sure you don’t settle for less in future. That’s how all those men should be treating you.” Harrison said sincerely. You smiled at him and he leant down to kiss you. You could lightly taste yourself on him. He sat up against the headboard and you followed.

“So who do you want inside you?” Harrison asked as Tom sat next to you, he was placing open mouthed kisses against your shoulder blade. You wondered for a moment if he felt something a bit more in this moment but quickly shook it off.

“Tom. Seems fair, I picked you last time.” You answered and Harrison laughed and you thought you felt Tom tense slightly next to you but you couldn’t decipher why and you were all still high so maybe you were imagining it.

“True. You okay giving blowjobs?” Harrison asked. “Or is that something you don’t enjoy? It’s okay if not.” He said sincerely.

“No I’m good. I quite like it.” You laughed.

Tom moved you so you were on your front and Harrison moved himself so you could take his cock into your mouth. Tom lifted your hips up and you felt his breath against your ear again as he leant over you. “You want me to wear a condom?” He asked as he kissed your temple.

“Nah, I’m on the pill.” You said and he groaned before moving himself back up. His hands were on your hips and he slipped into you. Fuck, that felt good.

“Shit, fuck. You’re tight.” Tom moaned. You took Harrison’s length into your mouth as you began to slowly lick and suck his cock as he threw his head back in pleasure as he moaned. You were moaning around him every time Tom’s hips snapped back to your own. You reached down to play with Harrisons balls as his hips moved off the bed, shoving his length further down your throat.

“Fuck me, that’s good.” He moaned. You could feel that coil again and you sucked and licked Harrisons cock to bring him further to the edge, his hands were in your hair now. Your clit was aching again and you felt yourself tighten around Tom which made him moan out.

“Shit Y/N/N, I’m gonna come.” Harrison warned and you continued until you felt hot streams of his come enter your mouth and you swallowed, slowly bringing him down from his high. He slipped from your mouth and calmed himself down. You were so close.

Before you could process what was happening, Tom was leant over you again, lips pressed back to your ear as his hips continued to snap into you, it was fast and hard.

“Taking me so well princess. Wanna feel you come around my cock.” His hand snaked round and started rubbing your clit, causing you to cry out. You were tightening around him as you came closer and closer to your high. “Come on princess, come for me. I’ve got you. Fuck. Come around my cock darling, come on.” It was all the invitation you needed as you reached your second high of the night. Tom following shortly after with a moan of your name.

Once you’d all calmed down and cleaned up you thought it was going to be awkward but it wasn’t.

“Dam, that was fucking good.” Harrison said and you and Tom hummed in agreement. “Don’t worry Y/N/N, I’m not hopelessly in love with you now.” Harrison teased and you laughed as you punched his arm.

“Thank you. That was amazing.” You said.

“It sure was. Just what we all needed I think. I should become a doctor, finding the remedy for shit.” Harrison spoke as you laughed. Tom had been quiet but he looked content enough.

“Tom, you okay?” You asked, it was like you’d pulled him from his thoughts as he looked at you.

“Yeah, that was incredible.” He said before pulling you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

“Well, I’m fucking starving, I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Harrison said as he got off the bed and dressed himself, leaving the room.

When you went to speak to Tom again he was asleep. You stayed like that all night, sleeping in each other’s embrace and you couldn’t help the small smile that you had on your face.

It was an amazing night, Tom and Harrison definitely making up for the orgasms you’d not received. That was it for you and Haz, it never happened again, six months later he got together with his current girlfriend. Nothing between you and Haz changed, it all stayed the same. You and Harrison had spoken about how fun it was as if it you’d just been to the cinema together.

You and Tom however, didn’t talk about it and you thought for a while he regretted it. Until a month later.

You’d found yourself with Tom again. Harrison out on a date and the other boys had gone out for the night. You were yet again in the living room smoking weed.

“So the other night was fun.” Tom said and you furrowed your brows.

“The other night?” You wanted clarification. You’d not done anything recently.

“You, me and Haz.” He said as he took the joint from you before taking a drag.

“That was like a month ago! I thought you meant something more recently.” You laughed.

“Still fun though.” Tom shrugged his shoulders. Your feelings for Tom had recently taken a bit of a turn, shifting from platonic. You started to notice just how attractive he was, not that you hadn’t always found him attractive but recently it was the little things.

“It was.” You agreed pulling yourself from your thoughts. You had that familiar buzz.

“You and Haz done it since?” He asked as he handed you the joint shifting closer to you.

“No.” You said as you caught his eye. You were staring at each other now. “Why?” You asked.

“Just curious.” He said as he reached over and played with a strand of your hair.

“Would you have been jealous if I’d have said yes?” You teased and he shrugged.

“Not necessarily. Just wondered if it was something you’d be into again.” He said.

“I think Haz might have a girlfriend.” You laughed.

“Well he’s going on a few dates with her but I don’t think he’s asked her out yet.” Tom rambled. “But I wasn’t necessarily talking about it being all three of us again.”

“What me and you?” You asked as you blew smoke out of your lips and passed him the joint back.

“Well yeah. It was fun and nothing bad came out of it.” Tom shrugged in response.

“No strings attached?” You said, you should’ve known this wouldn’t end well.

“No strings attached.” He’d agreed.

And you did it again. And again. And again until you lost count. You always found yourself in the same position, you’d smoke weed, you’d fuck and you’d continue to not talk about it in between. The no strings attached didn’t last very long and you found yourself in love with the brown eyed, brown haired boy. Until a year ago every time you slept with each other it’d involved weed, until you both decided to knock it on the head and you were sure that’d be the end of your late nights. That didn’t last long either.

“I miss what we used to do when we were high you know?” Tom said one night when you were watching a film in your room.

“What the ridiculous conversations or the fucking?” You laughed.

“Don’t say it like that. Makes it sound like I don’t care at all.” Tom groaned. Your heart started racing at that.

“What you mean you had feelings?” You asked carefully. Was he trying to say he felt the same?

“You are my best friend love. Of course I care. Fucking makes it sound like a completely meaningless experience.” He clarified.

“What would you call it then? Making love?” You teased but you were hoping he’d see through it.

“Well no but I wouldn’t calling it fucking either. Having sex, let’s just settle on that.” Oh. Your heart sunk he didn’t feel the same.

“Why you bringing it up?” You asked.

“I told you. I miss doing it.” He shrugged.

“Okay but why bring it up just to say that?” You asked cautiously.

“I don’t know was thinking we could carry on, well whatever it was.” He said.

You’re not sure what made you agree in that moment, you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea with you being in love with him and him basically admitting he wasn’t with you. Not in the same way anyway. But you did and it was fun but it did nothing for your feelings towards him, if anything it made being normal with him hard, fighting the urge to kiss him at random points during the day. It wasn’t so bad as usually you’d cuddle after your encounters, which had always led you to believe he maybe felt something more for you and you could live out your little fantasy but six months ago things took a different shift.

Tom was on top of you, and he was sucking your sweet spot that he had become very accustomed with. You were moaning in pleasure. You were both naked and he had his fingers pounding in and out of you. He brought his thumb up to your clit as he rubbed and that coil was back.

“So good for me princess.” That nickname was going to kill you, you were sure of it. “Gonna come? Be a good girl and come for me. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make.” You moaned out his name as you went crashing through your high. You panicked for a second because you’d never said his name before. It was always on the tip of our tongue but you always bit it back. He moved his face to look at you and kissed your cheek, the panic settling. He brought you down from your high as you regained your breath.

You pushed him back down onto the bed as you climbed on top of him. You sunk down onto his length and you both sighed in pleasure. You gave yourself a minute before you started rolling your hips against him. Fuck he felt good. You moaned as you lost yourself in the pleasure and you couldn’t bite his name back anymore.

“Fuck Tom, that feels so good.” He moaned in response as he moved to sit up. He brought his arms around your waist and before you could ask him what he was doing, your back hit the mattress and he followed, not slipping out of you. You thought he was going to move again but he didn’t and you couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful and soft brown eyes. You were so in love with him it made your heart ache.

“You’re so beautiful.” He muttered as he ran a finger down your cheek and you closed your eyes at his softness. This felt like new territory and you tried not to get swept up in it. He doesn’t feel the same. You could feel the tears building but bit your lip to hold them back. He was yours. In these short moments he was yours you had to keep reminding yourself. He still hadn’t moved.

He rolled his hips slowly against yours, this was new. Normally it was quick thrusts to each other chasing highs. Your heart swelled slightly, it felt good. “Fuck b- princess you feel so good around me.” Did he nearly say something else? You couldn’t be sure; your mind was clouded with pleasure. He continued rocking his hips slowly against yours.

He grasped your hand in his and moved it them next to your head on the bed, interlocking your fingers. This was definitely new and it almost fixed the ache in your chest for him. He rutted his hips against yours and you were moaning against him, he was completely consuming your thoughts and you couldn’t stop the string of moans laced with his name.

“Fuck princess.” His thrusts were getting harder and sloppier now. “Fucking feel amazing for me. So pretty, fucking gorgeous.” His words were having a new effect on you and the coil in your stomach tightened so fast. “Shit.” Tom moaned as he brought his free hand down to your clit and rubbed furiously. You moaned his name again. “Fuck princess. Y/N/N, I’m gonna come. Fuck baby!” He moaned as he spilled into you.

That name was all it took as your coil snapped and you were thrown into one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had. It hit you hard and you swear you heard Tom say something but you didn’t hear it, so consumed with pleasure, it had completely taken over as he rode you through your highs.

He pulled out and cleaned you both up fast as lightening. You were still breathing hard. You waited for him to join you like he usually did, but he didn’t. When you looked at him he was getting dressed and before you could say anything he’d gone. You’d felt the shift in that encounter, it felt, loving? But you must have been wrong.

You’d had to go and stay with a friend for a week after it happened. You cried for four days before you stopped, needing another three days to work up the courage to face Tom again. Harrison had rung you on the second day.

“Where are you?” He asked concerned.

“At Lisa’s.” You said.

“Why?”

“I just, look I need a breather.” You said as you sniffled.

“What’s happened?” He asked voice full of concern.

“Me and Tom carried on sleeping together.” You said.

“Yeah, I know he told me last year.” Harrison said. “But wait I thought you’d stopped?” He asked.

“No.” You felt tears again. “We carried on an for months Haz, I’m in love with him.” You told him.

“Oh.” Was all you got back. “Did you tell him?”

“No but last time we had sex it felt different like I don’t know more tender, loving? But he just left straight after and I know I shouldn’t be upset but it just hurt.”

Harrison sighed at the other end.

“Have you talked to Tom?” He asked carefully.

“No, I don’t want to yet.” You said.

“You should talk to him.” Was all he said before you both said your goodbyes.

You’d worked up the courage to talk to him, you figured your relationship was already going to be awkward so you decided to take the bull by the horns.

You returned back to the house greeting all the boys as you sat next to Harrison on the couch.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked him and he looked at you with a sad smile.

“Upstairs.” He said. “With his new girlfriend.” Your heart shattered.

It’d been awkward for the last few months; you and Tom didn’t really talk much anymore and you hated this place you’d found yourself in. You wanted more than anything to talk to him, get back to normal but you weren’t sure that was achievable anymore.

“Okay never have I ever?” Harry suggested, ripping you from your thoughts. You were currently engaged in a drinking night with all the boys and their respective girlfriends. It was a little awkward because the boys didn’t really like Tom’s new girlfriend, she seemed off but none of you could put your finger on it.

“I’m game.” Tom’s girlfriend said as she eyed you. This confused you but you let it go. You knew she didn’t like you.

“Sure.” You shrugged and the rest agreed.

You went a few rounds; the typical questions being asked until it was Tom’s girlfriends turn. She eyed you in a way you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Never have I ever had high sex with another person in this room.” She said and she smiled smugly at you. You knew the only other person that knew of your sleeping arrangements was Harrison’s girlfriend. What was she doing? Tom looked at her carefully and Harrison looked at you. You didn’t do anything.

“Come on Y/N. It’s no fun if you lie.” She taunted you.

“What are you on about? She hasn’t slept with anyone in this room.” Harry defended you.

“Has she not? Come on, let’s play fair.” She taunted and Tom looked at you.

“Oh fuck it.” Harrison whispered before downing his drink.

“WHAT? No way” Tuwaine suddenly said. “You and Y/N? I though it’d have been Tom if anyone” He said. You gulped, you couldn’t break eye contact with Tom for a second. Haz’s girlfriend was eyeing Tom’s carefully. What was she doing?

“It was a one-time thing.” Harrison shrugged. “Next question.” Harrison quickly tried to move on.

“Wait a second because that’s not entirely true is it?” Tom’s girlfriend said again. You couldn’t keep your eyes from Tom’s.

“Drop it yeah? It’s obviously and uncomfortable topic.” Harry said suddenly feeling the tension.

“Fine. I have another question anyway.” She smirked.

“Fucking hell.” Sam grumbled next to you.

“Babe.” Tom warned, trying to get her to stop.

“No, I mean I wanna see her drink, she didn’t drink to that last one which was unfair and not at all the aim of the game.”

“Seriously leave it.” Olivia, Harrisons girlfriend said.

“Fucking hell it’s no fun if you don’t get the real secrets out is it? Never have I ever been in a friends with benefits relationship with another person in this room. Harrison said it was a one-time thing so he can’t help her this time. Just be honest, it’s not like it’ll matter.” She sneered and Tom looked at you and you were almost begging him for help with your eyes.

“Okay, maybe we leave this yeah? It was a dumb idea.” Harry said. “Whoever did or didn’t have a friends with benefits relationship isn’t our business.”

“You’re not even curious?” Tom’s girlfriend laughed. You really hated this woman.

“No. I’m not.” Harry and Tuwaine said in unison. The tension was unbelievably high at this point and everyone could feel it.

“You don’t need to embarrass her like that. If she doesn’t want everyone to know she doesn’t want everyone to know.” Sam said.

“I’m not just embarrassing her though in fairness, Tom care to say anything?” She suddenly turned to him and his face dropped.

“What are you doing? I told you that in confidence.” Tom said slowly. Everyone was eyeing the two of you now. They all knew there was tension they just didn’t know why. Until now and suddenly your feelings for him were becoming more obvious, the boys weren’t stupid, you knew they’d know.

“I think that’s enough.” Harrison warned. You felt tears in your eyes and Tom’s girlfriend eyed you one last time before smiling in a way that made your stomach sink.

“Never have I ever been in love with Tom Holland and currently still are.” She said as she sipped her drink, eyes not leaving yours.

You slammed your drink down as you felt the tears leave your eyes. You were incredibly embarrassed and your heart hurt. As you left the room you heard a chorus of different responses, everyone was pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harrison.

“That was low.” Sam.

“Why would you do that?” Harry.

“That was fucking rude.” Tuwaine. Not a single word from Tom. You ran up to your bedroom and slammed the door, tears now falling fast and hard down your face. You heard a knock at the door.

“Not in the mood.” You called back.

“Y/N/N. It’s me.” Olivia said. You could trust her, you’d grown as close to her as you had Harrison, she was lovely and she had come to you when Harrison had told her about that night and let you know she was okay about it. You knew she’d listen and not judge. You mumbled a quiet ‘come in.’

“Are you okay?” She said quietly as she shut the door and made her way onto the bed taking you into her arms.

“No.” You cried.

“She had no right to do that. I’m so sorry. Harrison is giving her a right earful.” She laughed and it pulled a half-hearted laugh from you.

“What is her problem? I didn’t do anything to her.”

“Jealous I would have thought.”

“Why? She’s his girlfriend not me.”

“I know.”

“It was always different with me and Tom.” You said, you’d never really discussed your encounters with Tom, choosing to keep them a secret.

“How’d you mean?” She asked as she rubbed your back.

“Like when we all slept together, you know Harrison included, Haz left he wanted food but Tom stayed with me. He cuddled me all night. There wasn’t an encounter that didn’t involve falling asleep together and I thought maybe that meant something. Me and Haz actually talked about what happened but me and Tom never did, not unless it was to start up again and even then it wasn’t a proper conversation. It just always felt like something more was there you know, but neither of us said anything.” You cried before taking a deep breath to continue your rant.

“I thought maybe he felt the same but then I’m pretty sure he outright denied it. I don’t know why I kept sleeping with him. It was like I was addicted to the heart break because while we were having sex it was like I could have him. Then the day after I’d find myself crying over the boy I’d continually let break my heart.” You cried into her shoulder and it felt good to get it off your chest.

“He was in love with you, you know.” Olivia said quietly and you raised your head eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“He told Haz, about a year ago.” She clarified.

“I know Tom told me last year.”

“Did you tell him?”

“You should talk to him.”

You remembered what Harrison had said and hadn’t thought much of it until now.

“Not anymore.” You said.

“Well I don’t know for certain and he hasn’t said anything to Haz but I’m pretty sure he is.” Olivia said and you furrowed your brows. You heard a knock on your door and sniffled again. Olivia got up to see who was interrupting the heart to heart.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea you coming in here.” Olivia said softly.

“Just let me talk to her Olivia. Please?” Tom.

Olivia looked back at you and you sighed but nodded. She let him in and he slowly made his way over to you. He sat next to you awkwardly and Olivia looked at you.

“You gonna be okay?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded and sniffled.

“Okay, I’m gonna make sure dickhead is gone.” She said before turning to Tom. “No offence Tom.” She added and Tom waved her off with a small laugh as she left.

It was awkward and you didn’t know what to say. You were thankful he spoke first.

“Okay, to save more miscommunication. I heard everything you said.” He said slowly.

“Oh.” You said.

“Which means I also heard what Olivia told you.” He added and you looked at him.

“It’s okay Tom. You don’t feel the same anymore, it’s okay I’ll get over it.” You shrugged. You wanted to save yourself some heartbreak.

“You don’t know I’m here to say that.” He reasoned and you sniffled as a fresh wave of tears came.

“Please don’t try and let me down gently Tom. That’ll hurt more.” You cried and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your head into his lap, running his fingers through your hair.

“You didn’t hear what I said six months ago?” He asked and you turned to look up at him eyebrows furrowed, still sniffling.

“What? You didn’t say anything?” You were confused now.

“I told you I was in love with you. That’s why I left.” He clarified.

It hit you hard and you swear you heard Tom say something but you didn’t hear it.

“That’s what you said? I never heard you.”

“Oh.” Tom sighed as he stroked his finger across your cheek.

“Why’d you leave?”

“I was so fucking scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I thought I’d just ruined everything but I couldn’t help it, I let it slip.” He sighed.

“How could you not know I was in love with you?” You asked.

“I could ask you the same.” He said with a small laugh.

“I thought- when I made the joke about making love and you said you wouldn’t call it that, I just assumed.”

“I didn’t wanna ruin it Y/N/N. You said you continually let me break your heart but did you ever stop for a second to think that maybe I was doing the same with you?” He asked as he smiled at you. You sat up as you looked at him. Had you really miscommunicated so badly?

“Then you left.” Tom continued. “I thought you’d heard me and done a runner because you didn’t feel the same. I felt so heartbroken and I couldn’t bare to ring you and hear you say it so I thought I could just date someone else and maybe my feelings would go away. Dick move I know, but that didn’t work.” He smiled sadly at you and you lent your head against his shoulder.

“So that last time was different?” You asked.

“Baby, I was making love to you. I let myself go there for the first time, you said my name and it drove me fucking crazy so I let myself actually make love to you and then I fucking spilled my feelings for you and now look where we are.” He laughed and you joined him. Baby that made your heart do a backflip.

“I still don’t understand why that made your girlfriend so mad. I mean unless you told her you were in love with me.” You said.

“I didn’t tell her I was in love with you. She was sort of okay about it, didn’t want me to hang out with you as much and I hated myself for that but then I fucked up and tonight happened.” He said.

You furrowed your brows again. “Why? What did you do?” You pried.

“I said your name. In bed last night. I didn’t think she heard me because she didn’t say anything but she must have done.”

“Oh Tom.” You smiled as you took his face in your hands. You looked into his eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself, you closed the distance between the two of you and your lips connected. He took your face into his hands and smiled into the kiss. After a good few minutes he pulled away. “How long?” You asked and he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked.

“Fuck, since just before the first time I ever slept with you.” He laughed. He’d been in love with you longer than you had him. That’s why he always fell asleep cuddling you, it was those looks you couldn’t decipher, it all made sense now.

“That’s when I started to get feelings for you.” You said and he nodded.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You smiled and he peppered your face with kisses before softly pushing you onto your back on the bed climbing on top of you. You smiled up at him.

“Wanna try the making love thing again? But properly this time?” He asked.

“Aren’t you still a taken man?” You sighed.

“Fuck no. Whether I was in love with you or not I wouldn’t have stayed with her after that shit. You’re still my best friend you know. Unless of course we’re talking about being taken by you.” He laughed and you joined him.

“You want me to be yours?” You smiled.

“Fucking hell, did i miscommunicate that badly as well.” He groaned as he laughed.

“You have my heart Tom, please don’t break it.”

“And you have mine. I promise i’ll never break it again.” He promised as he leant down and placed his lips over yours.

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Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this reading. If you are under the age of 18 please step out of line and find another fic. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you.

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily.

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.”

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.”

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

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When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently.

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun.

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes.

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease.

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.”

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips. He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time.

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?”

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave.

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

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triplexdoublex · 4 years

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Alpha Omega

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦

A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)

College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.

“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.

“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.

“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.

“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.

“Hey Cols, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”

“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.

“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.

“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.

“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”

“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”

“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’

“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.

“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.

“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”

“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.

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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head

“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.

“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.

“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”

“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”

“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”

“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.

“You threw up on them,” he answers.

“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”

“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”

“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”

“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.

You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”

“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.

He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?”

You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.

“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”

“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.

“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”

“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.

“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”

“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.

Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.

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“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”

“Awww, you have a daughter?”

“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”

“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.

“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.

“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.

“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”

“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”

“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.

“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.

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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.

“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”

“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is! My girls always cum,” he smirks.

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?

“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.

“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”

“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.

“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.

The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.

“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence

“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”

“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”

“Are--are you saying you wanna — “

“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”

“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.

“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.

“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”

You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.

“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.

You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.

“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you.

With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.

“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.

All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.

Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.

“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.

“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper.

“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.

To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.

“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!” you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.

“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.

‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach.

“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.”

“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”

“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.

“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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So I've seen this future kids prompt pop up everywhere and I love it. Maybe Shouto, Shinsou, Iida and Dabi with their future kids ????

Ooooh I’ve read them as well! They’re so wholesome. I’m happy to oblige dear anon. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Todoroki Shouto

-He was on patrol with his father when someone bumped into him.

-When he looked down he saw a little girl with snow white hair, laying on the pavement.

-The little girl was crying, her hiccups echoing in his ears.

-His father had stopped a few paces in front of them, watching the scene unfold.

-Shouto knelt down, gently grabbing the girl by her elbows, steadying her as he looked at her.

-She looked...oddly familiar.

- “Are you okay?” he asked.

-At the sound of his voice the little girl snapped her head up, her dual-colored eyes meeting his own and she shot herself onto him, wrapping her little arms around his neck while continuing to whimper.

-Shouto was taken aback by the action, but what had him almost shaking was her eye colors.

-One grey and one e/c.

- “W-we n-need to f-f-find h-her!” she said between sobs. “S-she wasn’t w-w-with m-me when I-I-I woke up!!”

-Shouto wrapped his own arms around her small frame, trying to calm her down.

-Once she stopped sobbing, he untangled her from him.

- “Where are your parents, snowflake?” he couldn’t recognize his own voice due to the softness.

- “W-what do you mean, daddy??” long awkward pause. “And w-why are do you look so y-young?”

-This boy malfunctioned at the word ‘daddy’.

-What does she mean daddy? He’s a virgin for crying out loud!

-And above that he couldn’t bring himself to talk to his crush, aka you, without messing something up!

-How could he have a kid!?

-The little girl was looking at him with wide eyes, his eyes, like she was waiting for him to remember her.

- “What in the world are you talking about, girl?”

-Oh he had forgotten about his father being here.

-Without a word, Shouto scooped her up in his arms and told his father that he was going to take her somewhere safe.

-He was going to take her to you.

-An awkward silence enveloped them as the girl clutched his hero costume in her little fists.

- “So what’s your name?”

- “Ren...”

- “That’s a nice name.... And how old are you Ren?”

-”I’m four.”

-And so Shouto asked her question after question.

-Apparently, a kid at her school got his quirk and it went haywire, sending both her and her twin sister Rei here.

-Ren explained to him that she woke up without her twin which send her into a panic because they had never been apart before.

-Shouto asked who her parents were and if she had any siblings.

-He already had an idea about who her parents were, but he needed to be sure.

-Ren told him that you were her mother and that they had recently welcomed another mini Todoroki to the family, a little girl named Ru.

-Shouto was ecstatic but of course he didn’t show it.

-Once at the school, he went on a mad hunt searching for you.

-He may not have an explanation and he may not have told you about his feeling but you need to see her.

-See the future.

-He was getting desperate until he heard your laughter coming from somewhere behind him.

-Just as he turned his head, he was tackled to the floor by a ball of vibrant red hair.

-The girl in his arms started to giggle and both of the little humans on top of him were bouncing up and down from excitement.

- “Todoroki there you are!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

-You crouched down next to him, pulling the two little girls off of him and placing the on the floor beside you.

-You gave him an apologetic smile before turning back to the girls.

- “I’m assuming that you are Ren?”

-The little girls both nodded in response, too busy hugging each other to really care.

-The rest of the day was spent with the four of you watching Disney movies and having some quality family time.

-When they disappeared at midnight, you both were exhausted beyond belief.

- “Why did we name the red head Rei?”

-You laughed at his question, admitting that you had the same question when you first saw the little girl.

-Rei thankfully had explained that once they got their quirks, their hair colors changed/switched, so now the white haired one was Ren while she was Rei.

- “So I’m guessing that this is a good time to ask you on a date.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

-When Shinsou saw the five year old girl sitting on his bed when he returned to his dorm after training, he knew something was up.

-The little girl had her head bowed as she sat on his bed, her lilac locks framing her little face but he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

-She wouldn’t look at him and he could tell she was terrified by the slight tremble of her shoulders.

-Moving to stand in front of her, Hitoshi knelt down and moved some stray locks from her eyes, revealing the purple orbs.

-Okay now he definitely knew that something wonky was going on here.

-She was a perfect mix of you and him and it made his heart flatter.

-He was positive that you were the love of his life and having it confirmed had him WILDIN.

-He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he married you and you had a kid!

-Best day of his life so far!

-A sniffle coming from the little girl in front of him snapped him out of his daze.

-Stretching his arms out towards her, he motioned for her to come closer and she leaped at him.

-Her small fists balled up his shirt as she buried her little head in his chest, her cries becoming full on sobs at this point.

-Without a second thought he scooped her up and walked back and forth in his room, holding her close to his chest and stroking her hair.

- “I-I don’t know what h-h-happened d-daddy! I was just p-petting the k-k-kitty when this m-m-man came up to m-me!”

-He shushed her, telling her that everything was going to be alright and that no one would hurt her as long as he’s here.

-After calming her down (which was pretty quickly), he took her to the kitchen for a quick snack.

-He watched as the little chipmunk, his little chipmunk, chomped down on the sandwich he had made her, a comfortable silence enveloping them.

- “What’s your name kitty?”

-On their way to the kitchen he had explained to her what he believed happened and how important it was that she didn’t call you mom.

- “Kei. Kei Shinsou.” she beamed at him.

-Kei and him talked about the future, Hitoshi wanting to know everything he could about her family life.

-As it turns out Kei was five and a half ,and not five as she clarified quite angrily when he called her a five your old and she was expecting a baby brother soon.

-Hitoshi was shookth!!

-TWO KIDS? WITH YOU?

-Was he dead?

-At that moment you walked into the kitchen, you earbuds in your ears while the YouTube video you were watching was being blasted through them.

-You hadn’t noticed them until you bumped into Kei’s chair.

-Your reaction to the whole scene was a “I’m too high for this” as you proceeded to pour yourself a glass of water and walk back out the kitchen.

- “Oooh mommy was doing magic grass!!! That’s bad...”

-Shinsou made a note to stop smoking weed from now on.

-They both returned to his dorm room and magically fell asleep.

-Having her small frame snuggle up to him, did wonders to his insomnia and he was out like a light.

-The next morning he was faced with an empty bed and a very confused you.

-He had to explain everything now...

-Oh boy.

Iida Tenya

-Iida had the biggest crush on you that was visible to everyone BUT you.

-You were absolutely oblivious but he like the pinning so he didn’t really mind.

-What he did mind however was the little girl clinging to him at the moment going on and on about how someone used their quirk on her and she woke up in the alley.

-Tenya was losing his shit over the whole ordeal and most importantly over the fact that the little girl was a carbon cope of you, with his hair and eye color.

- “Where are your parents?”

- “How did you get into UA?”

- “Why are you calling me daddy?”

-The moment she saw him starting to panic and go into an air chopping frenzy, she climbed on a nearby ledge and grabbed his cheeks, squishing them in between her own small chubby hands.

- “Stop hitting the air! You’ll hurt it!”

-That... wasn’t what he expected but okay.

-After a small interrogation, he found out that her name was Asami and that you were her mother.

-Plus she might have mentioned a baby brother but because of her rapid talking Tenya didn’t get a chance to ask her about him.

-After she stopped rambling, he decided to take her to Recovery Girl.

-The only reasonable thinker of the four boys tbh.

-On their way to her office they ran into you.

-And when I say ran I mean Asami ramming into you with a loud squeal.

- “Mommy mommy we found you!!!”

-Tenya was positive that you passed out.

-You mumbled something before standing up, taking the little girl into your arms.

-Tenya made to explain but you caught him off.

- “After she’s been ... dealt with?”

-For the rest of the way you and Asami conversed about every little thing while Tenya was burning this image in his brain.

-You looked so happy holding her and the little girl in your arms had the largest smile on her face that was identical to yours.

-He always wanted a family and he had pictured starting one with you.

-That is if he ever found the courage to ask you out.

-Once at Recovery Girl you let little Asami skip into her office for her check up and you two fell into an awkward silence.

- “So...... we made.... her..”

-You chuckled at his words, not believing them yourself.

- “Yeah, she’s really pretty.”

- “I’d say she gets that from her mother.”

-You both agreed to go on a date after Asami left.

-When she finally did you felt kinda hollow.

-Guess you’ll have to get to work to bring her back then wink wonk.

Dabi

-He had no idea why this kid was following him but it was starting to get on his nerves.

-It was like he was a mother goose.

-He took a sharp turn into an alleyway and waited for the kid to turn as well.

-Once he saw the mess of unruly red hair with some scattered h/c strands, he kinda froze.

-Snapping out of his initial shock he tapped the kids shoulder.

-Turquoise eyes looked back at him and he lost it.

- Enter internal screaming affect here.

- “Why are you following me kid?”

-The little boy froze at his words and bowed his head, not meeting Dabi’s gaze.

- “I-I woke up here a-and saw you s-so I followed you.” sniffle “I-I assumed y-you would lead m-me to m-m-mom....”

-Dabi continued to analyse the kid trying to find more similarities between himself and this kid and he came to the conclusion....

-That he had come face to face with a mini version of himself.

-He heard more sniffles coming from the boy, who was trying to hold back his tears and pull of a brave face.

-He was failing but kudos to him for trying.

-Kneeling down with a sigh Dabi looked at him dead in the eyes, his eyes.

- “What’s you name kid?”

- “Kyro a-and don’t call me kid.”

- “Why so...kid?”

- “Because I am not a kid!!”

-As Kyro balled his fists, Dabi noticed a small blue flame emitting from one of his fists and he lost it...again.

-But this cocky bastard is stubborn.

- “Since you’re not a kid you can find your own way home then.”

-He stood up and went to leave when he felt a tug at his coat.

- “No dad don’t leave, I-I don’t know w-what to do.”

-Dabi.exe has stopped working.

-There was a long ass pause before Dabi grabbed Kyro’s small hand and led him out the alley.

- “I’m taking you to someone who might help then...then you are going to tell me who your mom is so I can drop you off.”

-And you can guess who he asked for help.

-Shirakumo Kurogiri the dad villain.

-Once at the hideout, Kyro explained everything to Kurogiri and that he didn’t know how to get back.

-To be honest both father and son were slightly panicking with the whole situation but their damn pride wouldn’t let them express their concerns.

-And then you walked into the bar.

-Two really loud voices called out to you, one frantic Y/n and one panicked Mommy.

-You had your hands full after that.

-As much as Dabi likes to pretend that he doesn’t give a shit about anything, he really loved you and the fact that in the future you two had a son together got him going all dad mode on both you and Kyro.

-For the remainder of the day you were stuck babysitting an adult Dabi and a four year old version of Dabi.

-Both father and son knew that you had reached your limit when you called Dabi Touya so they backed off a little bit.

-Everything came to a halt the moment your heads touched the pillows.

-Kyro and you were out like a light while Dabi managed to stay awake for about five minutes drinking in the image of you holding the little boy tightly close to your chest and interlacing your fingers with his.

-He could get used to this.

-Kyro didn't seem to hate him so he must be doing a good job.

-As sleep was clouding his mind he wandered when you two actually have him.

-Is it in five years?

-In two?

-Now?

-Guess he’ll have to wait and see.

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downondilaudid · 4 years

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High as a Kite

After a stressful case reader unwinds in her own unique way, unfortunately, the BAU is called in on another case. Spencer doesn’t seem too fond of the reader’s stress reliever.

A/N: This is very poorly edited. I just got into a massive fight with a few friends. So now I’m very sad, and just wanna sleep. But fuck them. Like that one vine says, I don’t need friends, they disappoint me. Seriously, FUCK THEM. I still love them doe, i have too, they’re the only friends i have.

Oh also, I wrote this in first person, instead of my usual second person. Let me know if you like it or not! <3

Requested: Yes

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: (Unprotected)Penetrative Sex, a DASH of angst, drug use, let me know if I missed anything.

“He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he’d watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.”

― Christine Feehan, Safe Harbor

Relaxing after a case was one of my favorite things on the planet. Especially when it ended well, I had been able to watch as the little girl who had been stolen from her family, ran to her parents, her little arms wrapping around their legs. Seeing the love and adoration in the parent's eyes as the wept and held her made me want to have a child of my own.

Spencer and I had been together for a little over a year, but I doubt either of us are ready for children. Our job alone is stressful enough, in fact, it’s how we met. I worked as a technical analyst under Penelope Garcia. I will say my job wasn’t as strenuous as Spencer’s, but it’s not exactly ideal to look at dead bodies all day.

We all have our own peculiar ways of unwinding, Spencer loves to sit and read a few books, Hotch heads home to spend time with Jack, and Emily is always down for a drink. I, on the other hand, would much rather smoke a bowl than read a book. It was my own way of unwinding and allowing my brain to cleanse itself of the horrors of the world.

My pink pipe was packed with weed, a matte black lighter in my hand. The weed burned in the small bowl, crisping to a dark black. My finger released the carb of the pipe a couple of times, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.

The haunting voice of Lana Del Rey filled the room. Her voice alone is smooth as honey, but listening to her while high is an ethereal experience. I could only imagine what Spencer would do if he could see me now, probably ramble off the statistics of marijuana addiction. But I could definitely say I wasn’t addicted, it was just an easy way to relax.

I took another hit, watching as the smoke tumbled from my lips. My stomach rumbled, causing me to giggle lightly, here come the munchies. Usually, I didn’t have the biggest sweet tooth, but when I’m high I can’t get enough sugar.

My hands pulled open the pantry, hips swaying lightly to the music.

Suddenly the music was gone, replaced by an annoying buzzing, “Ugh, you’re fucking kidding.” I groaned. I let the pantry fall shut, making my way over to where my phone sat. I had an inkling who was calling me, but every ounce of my body was praying I was wrong. Unfortunately, I was not, as I had one text from Hotch and a missed call from Spencer.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my hand, Spencer’s name illuminating the phone. Quickly I answered the call, pulling the phone up to my ear. “Hiya Spence.”

“You get the call?” Spencer questioned, his voice cracking slightly, it was obvious he hadn’t used it in a while. He had probably been reading ever since he got home.

I giggled lightly at the sound of Spencer’s voice, taking a moment to admire the perfect way it croaked. “Mhm, can you pick me up?”

There was no immediate response, it was obvious there was something off, Spencer could tell. I never asked him to drive me anywhere, I was always the one driving. Especially due to Spencer’s hatred of automobiles.

“But don’t you usually pick me up?” he questioned.

“Spencer, that last case… I’m literally the definition of exhaustion, can you please, just this once?” I was hoping that with the use of his full first name, he would understand the seriousness of my question. There was no way I was driving to work, with Spencer in the car, while high.

Speaking of, I still had zero idea how I was going to act sober in a room of profilers, granted, I had a lot of practice of acting sober in front of people, just not at work. Unfortunately for me, the best two words to describe myself while high were, giggly and horny. Oh, and hungry, who doesn’t get the munchies?

Spencer sighed on the other end of the line, “Of course, Y/N.” He paused for a moment, a slight hesitation in his voice with his next words. “Is-is everything okay?”

“Oh, totally, the case just got to me, that's all!” My reply was all but convincing, it didn’t help the awkward silence made me giggle, which I quickly stifled with my hand. But to Spencer, I’m sure it sounded like a muffled sob. At least he’d buy it, right?

…

I hopped into the car, looking too giddy to be dealing with another case, “hey.”

Spencer turned his head to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his tongue peeking out between his pink lips. “Y/N are you sure you’re okay?”

I rolled my eyes before playfully glaring at Spencer, “yes, now drive, baby.” I reached out, grabbing the gear shift, and shifting the car into drive.

The car rolled slightly before a startled Spencer slammed his foot on the brake, “Y/N what the- my foot wasn’t even on the brake! Do you know how many accidents are caused a year due to pedal error? Sixteen thousand, and that’s just in the U.S.”

I know it was inappropriate, but during the whole lecture he was giving me I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hands. They were so perfect, long and thick, the number of times that I’ve come undone on those hands is immeasurable. I shifted in my seat before meeting his eyes. Honestly, I hadn’t comprehended a word he said, something about cars?

Spencer shifted the car back into park, turning in his seat to lean towards me. His eyes scanned me up and down, and not in a good way. “You’re acting strange. You’re overly bubbly, especially considering we have another case. You aren’t thinking rationally-”

A gasp left my body once I realized what he was doing, “Spencer Walter Reid, are you profiling me? We agreed not to do that!”

Despite my yelling he kept speaking “and you were too focused on the movement of my hands to retain a single word I told you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“Spencer, what the fuck are you-ow!” A blinding light clouded my vision, causing me to recoil further into my seat.

A scoff left Spencer’s mouth as he turned off the flashlight. “You’re high,” he stated, “what did you take?”

“I’m not-” I quickly stopped my sentence once I saw the glare Spencer was sending me. “Okay, I just smoked a little weed. Seriously, it wasn’t a lot.”

Spencer unlocked his phone, pressing a few buttons before opening the “W-what are you doing?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Calling Hotch” Spencer replied, his voice even yet stern. It was somehow scarier than his occasional outburst.

“What? No, Spencer!” I reached over the console, latching my hands onto his phone, before pulling back. Sadly, the phone stayed rooted in his large hands, and with a swift tug, he had the phone back in his grasp.

Spencer glared harsh daggers at me, before looking back down, and continuing to type on the phone. “Y/N, you’ve already pushed me far enough. Sit down and keep your mouth shut.”

I fell back into my seat, pouting and crossing my arms childishly. The faint sound of ringing broke the silence, stopped by the barely audible voice of Hotch over the phone.

“Hotch, Y/N can’t come in, she’s sick. I think she has a fever.” The lie tumbled easily out of his lips.

My head whipped towards him, my eyebrows raised in amusement. “Thanks, I will.” Spencer ended the conversation, this time setting his phone in the cupholder in the console.

I giggled lightly, “what would I do without you to save my ass?”

He didn’t respond, instead putting the car in drive, this time with his foot on the brake. Silence filled the car, Spencer opting to focus on the road, and me fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.

“Spencie, are you mad at me?” I asked, resting an elbow on the console between us.

It was obvious he was frustrated, I would be too, but how was I supposed to know we’d get called in on a case? “Yes, Y/N” he answered, his words punctuated and his jaw clenching, accentuating his razor-sharp jawline.

There was something about angry Spencer that sent shockwaves to my core, leaving me squirming against the leather of the car. Eh, what the hell, might as well go for it, I can just blame it on the cannabis.

My arm reached across the console, my hand landing on the top of Spencer’s thigh. I watched him visibly jump at my touch, he obviously wasn’t expecting it. “Are you sure it’s just anger?”

He sighed loudly, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to remove my own from his leg.

…

“Please Spencer, just really quick? It’d help you relieve some stress!” I cried as I walked through the door.

Another angry sigh left Spencer’s mouth, he seemed to be doing that a lot. “Y/N, you’re under the influence, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I almost laughed at his statement, it was perfectly logical of him to think that, and utterly sweet. But he was my boyfriend, my love, I would fuck him in whatever state I’m in. “Spence, I can promise you you’re not taking advantage of me. We’ve had sex countless times, I’d have sex with you even if I was sober, have you seen you?” I paused for a moment before adding onto my sentence, breaking the slight tension with humor, “yourself, not you, that doesn’t sound right.”

Spencer chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes as he reached for his belt. “Hell yes!” I cried as I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, quickly shedding it. I could’ve just left the blouse on, but Spencer was a tits man through and through.

As soon as I heard the clinking of his belt colliding with the floor, I ambushed him, immediately letting my lips find his. The kiss wasn’t rough, nor was it gentle, it was somewhere in between, a perfect balance. I pulled away, biting down lightly on Spencer’s bottom lip.

My hand slipped into his unzipped pants, palming him lightly. It was the most heavenly sight on earth to watch his head fall back, and a low moan tumble from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N”

Nodding my head I giggled, “yes, please fuck Y/N.”

Spencer tilted his head back up, laughing lightly at my comment.

I pulled away from him, grabbing the hem of my skirt and shimmying it up over my hips. Spencer’s eyebrows raised, a look of amusement on his face. “Please” I begged.

“Alright, turn around, over the table,” Spencer commanded, his voice low and demanding.

A giggle passed my lips as I turned around, making my way over to the table. My top half pressed against the table, my body resting against my forearms. I could hear Spencer’s footsteps as he crossed the room, stopping behind me. His large hands wrapped around my hips, pushing my skirt higher up my body. “Do you know how irresponsible it was of you to try and come into work while under the influence?”

His hand left my hip coming back down onto my backside, the impact causing me to cry out. “Spencer!”

His hand raked up my side, grabbing a fist full of my hair. “I-I didn’t have a choice.” I stuttered out as one of his fingers hooked onto my underwear, pulling them to the side.

“You did have a choice, you chose not to inform Hotch, leaving me to save your ass. Do you understand how detrimental the consequences could’ve been if something were to go wrong?” Spencer’s fingers ran through my folds, spreading around my arousal.

“Fuck” I moaned out, using my forearms to push myself back against his hand. “Better hurry this up, Spence, we don’t have long.” Spencer shuffled behind me before I felt the head of his cock brush against my core. “Fine, if you’re so impatient.” He grunted, pulling back on my hair, and pushing his cock into my folds.

He was quick to set a rough pace, pulling out and pushing back in, using the hand in my hair as leverage to pull me back in time with his thrusts. “Yes, Spencer, fuck,” I groaned out.

“You know,” Spencer started, pausing to roughly thrust into me, sending my body forward against the table, the edge digging into my thighs. “If you wanted a stress reliever, you could’ve come to me. Sex releases endorphins and other hormones, the same way exercise does. Particularly, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the “love hormone.”

I moaned against the table, my body beginning to falter as my orgasm approached. “Fuck, Spencer, mhmm, yes.”

With every thrust, I could feel the strain of Spencer yanking my hair back, which would definitely leave a crick in my neck. But I was enjoying myself too much to tell him to stop. I could practically feel Spencer’s anger with every obscene smack of our sweaty skin. It was what I was hoping for, a good fuck, and for Spencer to be able to release his anger before heading back to the BAU.

Surprisingly, Spencer released his vice grip on my hair, easing the tension on my neck, allowing my face to fall forward and my cheek to squish against the table. He planted his forearm beside my head, leaning over me so his chest was pressed against my back. “How good would you feel if I allowed you to come right now?” To add to the pleasure, Spencer’s hand resting on my hip wormed its way around my body, two of his long digits beginning to rub circles around my swollen bud.

A sob racked my body at the added pleasure, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I could feel my legs starting to tremble as I held back my release, almost as if my body knew I couldn’t let go until he gave me permission. “Please, please?” I begged.

“Say it. Promise me you’ll come to me next time you need to relieve stress.” Spencer growled, his voice cracking, signaling he was close too.

The desperate sounds of our moans and the musty smell of sex filled the room, drowning out my senses. I was too lost in the euphoria to reply, instead, I deliriously rutted my hips back as an attempt to feel him deeper.

Spencer let out a groan before burying his head deep in the crook of my neck, moaning out “promise me, Y/N.”

“I promise, fuck, please, Spencer?�� The words tumbled almost incoherently out of my lips, barely comprehensible.

Nodding his head against my skin, he placed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck before moaning out “come, come with me Y/N.”

And just like that, I was sent headfirst into a trembling, teeth-clenching orgasm. My back arched, uncomfortably pressing my breasts even further against the table. My vision went white, and my legs threatened to collapse. Spencer had stilled, burying his cock deep in my cunt, lewdly moaning out my name, and a series of various curses. An unfamiliar warmth coursed through my body as he filled me up with his seed. Leaving me to grin like a Cheshire cat, caked in sweat.

The two of us laid against the table, deep pants leaving both our mouths. Spencer pulled out, tucking himself back in his pants. “Thank you” I giggled, pushing myself up from the table, and shuffling my skirt back down my legs.

When I turned around I was met with the sight of a sweaty Spencer, running his hands through his tousled hair. “You look fine, Spence.”

I could tell Spencer was trying his hardest to contain his smile, probably wanting to stay mad at me. But as soon as his eyes met mine, his face broke into a soft smile, my own following suit. I took a step forward, wrapping my arms around his torso, and letting my head rest against his chest. “I love you” I murmured against his shirt.

His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him, “I love you too” he replied, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Okay, I have to go,” Spencer said, letting his arms fall back to his side.

I pulled back, unwrapping my arms from his body. “Don’t forget your belt,” I nodded towards his belt that was left discarded on the floor in the midst of our frenzy.

“I have an eidetic memory, Y/N, remember?” Spencer joked, snatching his belt from the floor, and looping it back through his pants.

Rolling my eyes with a laugh I replied, “that doesn’t mean things can’t slip your mind, Spence.”

“Actually-” he started.

I cut him off by opening the front door, “bye, have fun, I love you!”

Spencer laughed, pecking me on the lips before heading out the door, looking over his shoulder to call out, “we’ll talk more about this later, Y/N. Don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.”

“Shit.” I groaned, letting the door fall shut.

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hcywards · 4 years

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love — jj maybank

summary: in which jj maybank didn’t know how many types of love there were until y/n l/n asked exactly what type of love he felt for her

words: 2.4k+

t/w: swearing, a fight — blood mentions, and literally one mention of abuse that you won’t notice unless you squint, kissing, underage drinking

note: uhhh so this is my first fic and i don’t know how i feel about it but i’m a whore for jj so here we are

Y/N had known JJ Maybank since she was four.

At four years old, thinking isn’t something you do often, and it was barely ever done with them. They did, rather than thought. They’d kiss each other’s cheeks as if it were nothing, change in front of one and another, sleep in the same bed. Hell, there were times when they’d had baths together.

And the not thinking did work for a while. They didn’t think for a few years, and those few years were perhaps the most stress free years they’d ever experienced, because, when you don’t think, you don’t worry, and everything is carefree and happy.

But there comes a time in your childhood when your not-thinking years come crashing down on you, and you have to think everything from the past few years through entirely. Suddenly, those cheek kisses could mean a lot more than just cheek kisses, but they could also just mean cheek kisses. Changing in front of each other couldn’t happen, because that meant more than ‘my clothes are soaked so I’m going to change them’; it meant ‘I have to undress in front of you’. Sleeping in the same bed? That had more connotations than imaginable. And, God forbid, sharing a bath? A pair of nine-year-olds couldn’t do that, no matter how close they were.

When you first start thinking before doing, you don’t think that you could think any more than you do, but that had to be the most incorrect idea anyone’s ever had, because, now, sixteen-year-old Y/N seemed to do nothing but thinking, all the time.

Which was how she came to the conclusion she was in love with her best friend.

It was a conclusion she hated, and she wished she could turn back time and stop herself from thinking it, but she couldn’t, and now, every time she saw him, it was the only thing she was able to think — that she was in love with him, but he simply loved her.

They’d drifted slightly as they grew older. They were still close, but not quite as much as they used to be, due to the thinking they both did. They were still in the same friend group, but JJ wouldn’t consider her his best friend any more. That place went to John B. And, as much as Y/N wished she could call JJ her best friend still, she knew that Kie was hers, not him.

But did she wish she could still call him just her best friend? Did she not want him to be her boyfriend? Would she be able to stop herself from telling him everything if he was her best friend?

There she went with the thinking again, the thinking she’d come to despise. She ran a hand over her face to bring herself out of her thoughts, taking a sip of her stale beer and looking out over the party. She then decided that idea was awful and tore her eyes back away from the scene quickly; she’d looked over at the dancing bodies and seen JJ with that stupidly beautiful blonde touron more times than she wanted to count, and she didn’t want to make the heart-wrenching mistake again.

So, instead, her eyes went on the fire she was sat in front of, and she watched its flames dance in front of her eyes, swallowing back the jealousy that was still bubbling inside of her and instead focusing on the heat that the orange flames rolled over her. She watched it with such intensity she didn’t notice that Kie case to sit by her side, and jumped when the girl began to talk.

“You should tell him,” the girl stated, as if it’d be that easy.

Of course, Y/N wanted to tell him; she’d always wanted to tell him, ever since she found out. She wanted to tell him because she thought that, if she told him, he might stop talking about the last girl he had sex with in front of her, or blatantly hitting on another touron while she was stood right there. Maybe, deep down, part of her hoped he might feel the same, but she knew that part of her was stupid and still thought that a fan fiction reality might come true one day, when there was no way it could ever work. Not for her. And telling him would go awfully — it would probably tear them apart more than they already were, and Y/N didn’t want that to happen, ever. She wanted to have the ability to laugh with him, and drink with him and smoke with him and talk about when they were kids with him, not have it be awkward with him and only see him when she absolutely had to. So, she turned to Kiara with an eye roll, an exasperated expression on her face as she prepared for another repeat of the conversation they’d had plenty of times before.

“Kiara,” she sighed, setting her drink by her side and pushing her hair out of her eyes. Kiara smiled bitterly, knowing exactly what her friend was going to say because she’d said it so many times before. “That’s stupid, and you know it. He doesn’t like me back. It’ll just make things awkward between us. And you know the rule.”

“That rule sucks ass, and you know it,” Kiara replied. “Besides, things are already awkward between you because you keep on avoiding him. If you just told him, then maybe—"

There was a loud shout that interrupted her, and the two girls looked up to see a circle of people beginning to form, the word “fight” ringing out around the beach loudly and repeatedly. Y/N and Kiara made eye contact, both rolling their eyes. Of course, every party had to end like this. Why couldn’t they all just go home, and not start punching each other?

They stood up to go see who it was, anyway, pushing their way through the group of drunk teenagers and muttering the occasional sorry when they pushed too hard and sent one stumbling into another, grateful they didn’t manage to start a domino effect around the ring by the time they reached the centre.

There, in the haphazard circle, was JJ and Rafe.

Y/N wondered why she wasn’t surprised as she took another small step forward. Rafe had JJ pinned — obviously, they’d been fighting for a while before Kiara and Y/N heard, and the two girls looked at each other again, wincing at the cracks of Rafe’s knuckles on JJ’s cheeks.

Y/N took another step forward, shrugging Kiara’s warning hand off of her. She’d broken up plenty of fights before, she knew what she was doing. Another step. JJ yelped in pain as a link on Rafe’s watch caught on his skin and ripped it, and more blood tricked down his cheeks, down his neck. It dripped on the sand in a steady pattern, staining the wet grains red. Another step. JJ kicked up at Rafe, trying to flip the pair. Rafe’s grip on him stopped him from doing so, but that didn’t mean he stopped struggling. Another step. JJ’s shirt pulled up to reveal bruising on his ribs — Y/N wasn’t sure whether that was from Rafe or his dad, and she wasn’t sure which one she’d be more content with.

Finally, she reached him, shoving Rafe off of him with an easy kick and grabbing JJ’s hand to pull him up, an irritated but concerned frown on her face as she began pulling him through the crowd, ignoring Rafe’s shouts behind her. Now, she wasn’t thinking — she’d done this so often she didn’t need to think. She could just do, and not pay attention to anything else for once, and, for that, she was grateful.

He stumbled with her as she lead him towards John B’a house, an arm over her shoulder and her arm around his waist in their usual way, as if Y/N felt even marginally close to usual. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her lungs constricted and her throat a narrow passageway. Breathing seemed to burn, and with each step she seemed to double in weight and half in speed. JJ’s arm was heavy on her shoulders as he rested a lot of his weight on her, and it took them a long time to reach John B’s — by that point, the other Pogues had joined them, and John B and Pope had managed to get JJ off of Y/N and have themselves take his weight, instead, which increased their pace considerably.

Eventually, they got the near-unconscious boy to lay out across his bed, and Y/N was running to get the rubbing alcohol before anyone else had the time to think, because that was her speciality. She was back at JJ’s side within a second, and only paused when she realised she’d have to be over him to clean his wounds.

He smiled at her, blood in his mouth and trickling down his chin, one eye already bruising and his lids squinted until the point they were almost shut.

She frowned, but decided that thinking would waste time she didn’t have if she wanted to stop anything, and threw one leg over him to straddle him, resulting in him giving her an award-winning smirk that would’ve made her blush scarlet in any other situation.

“You know, if you wanted to—” he began to murmur between the occasional spit of blood, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Shut it, JJ. You’re not attractive when you’ve got blood on your teeth.”

She leant forwards, tipping rubbing alcohol onto a cotton pad and raising a hand to his face. He hissed when it made contact with his skin, but, having done this many times before, didn’t make another sound, just watched her with red-rimmed eyes. “But I am otherwise?”

Y/N could smell the combination of weed, alcohol and blood on his breath, and grimaced, continuing to dab at his face carefully. Thankful the other Pogues had left the room when she started to straddle him, she muttered back, “That’s not what I said.”

“Really? Because it sounded like it to me.” he retorted. She rolled her eyes, shifting her position above his lap. His hands moved to her waist instinctively, steadying her, and she had to force herself not to gasp at the sudden, unexpected contact. This only caused his smirk to widen, though Y/N was unsure what he was expecting her reaction to be. After all, she’d been talking about how much she wanted to get laid for months, having not had sex since her boyfriend broke up with her over six months ago. “You alright there, Y/N?”

“I hate you,” she murmured, but it stung bitterly as she said it, because it wasn’t true. In fact, it was the opposite of the truth, because, as much as she hated it, she’d been dumb enough to fall in love with her oldest friend, her friend who could have almost any girl he wanted, and would certainly never pick her out of those girls.

JJ responded quietly, his voice teasing but words a painful sting, even though that was the opposite of how he intended them. “You love me.”

Yeah, I do, Y/N thought angrily. She’d spent too many nights wallowing in self pity over her unrequited love, and tonight was the night she decided she was getting over him, because she was fucking fed up of the hurt.

“Aww, don’t be shy about it,” JJ continued joking. “I love you too.”

Y/N had had enough, then, and she looked into his pale blue eyes, lit only dimly by the faint moonlight. Y/N doubted it’d matter; she knew his face better than she knew her own. And his eyes? She could tell you every single seemingly unnoticeable detail about them. Only then did he notice the tears in her’s, threatening to spill. Y/N always cried when she was angry, though, right now, JJ couldn’t tell whether she was angry or hurt. Perhaps both.

“Do you love me, or are you in love with me, JJ?” she demanded.

JJ frowned, tilting his head to the side. “Is there a difference?”

Y/N snorted, though it sounded like more of a scoff. “Yes, JJ! Of course there’s a fucking difference! I love my mom, I’m not in love with my mom! But I’m in love with you, JJ, and I wish you were in love with me too, but I know you’re not, and. . .”

By this point, Y/N’s words had drowned into nothing. Her tears were spilling, dripping down her cheeks and onto the pair of them. Her lip wobbled as she spoke, eyes having left him as she started talking and now refusing to land anywhere near him, flitting from one corner of the room to the other.

JJ wasn’t focussed on that, though, he was focussed on his sudden realisation that maybe he might be in love with Y/N. Maybe the anger he’d felt when she started dating her last boyfriend hadn’t been anger at all — maybe it’d been jealously. And maybe all of those glances he sent her way whenever she looked particularly pretty weren’t just platonic admiration, maybe they were romantic adoration. And maybe when he wanted to hug her for longer than the other Pogues, it wasn’t because they were best friends, it was because he wanted to be as near to her as possible for as long as possible because he loved Y/N L/N.

And holy shit, if that realisation wasn’t a big one.

JJ didn’t think before he was grabbing her damp cheeks and pulling her face to his. He was glad he didn’t, because, then, he might’ve thought himself out of it, like Y/N had done so many times before.

Her lips were soft against his, and it felt a thousand times different to any girl he’d ever kissed. When she pulled back, he found himself chasing after her mouth, wanting more — and then immediately blushing when he realised what he’d done because he’d never done that before. She was looking at him with a confused frown on her face, lips slightly parted and tears still slowly trickling down her cheeks, between JJ’s fingers and along his cracked skin.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

JJ grinned, the shithead grin Y/N hated to admit she loved. “A kiss, stupid.”

“Yeah but. . . why’d you kiss me?” Y/N questioned, heart racing in her chest as she waited impatiently for the answer.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

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kissing lessons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1763

request?: yes!

“I had a wet dream with mgk. That dream is mgk teach me how to kiss. When I think about that, it’s so hot. (I don’t have any boyfriends so i don’t know😅) Could you imagine this? You know how”

description: when your best friend finds out you’ve never been kissed, he decides to teach you how to do so

pairing: teenage!machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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I was making myself a sandwich when the kitchen door suddenly flew open and my best friend, Colson, entered. He threw his book bag on the floor next to the door and immediately sat up on the kitchen counter next to me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on my face. “Make yourself at home.”

“I always do,” he replied.

“Want a sandwich?”

“I won’t turn one down if you happen to make another one.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and made a second sandwich for him. He grabbed his bag and followed me towards my room.

“Colson’s here,” I told my parents as we passed the living room.

“Hello Colson,” my dad said.

“Her Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

“Are you staying for dinner, Colson?�� my mom asked him.

“I haven’t thought about it, but you know I can’t say no to your cooking, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

My parents smiled at him as we continued up to my room. My parents basically had a sort of love-hate relationship with my friendship with Colson. On one hand, they didn’t like his consistent potty mouth and his tattoos, but on the other hand Colson was respectful towards them and he was my best friend, so they couldn’t be too mad at him for the other stuff.

When we got to my room, Colson threw himself down onto my bean bag chair and began eating his sandwich. I sat on my bed and did the same.

“Why weren’t you in school today?” he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Awe, was someone worried about me?” I teased.

“No, I was worried for myself. I had no one to bother all day, I was so bored.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, which he did back to me. “I had a doctor’s appointment, that’s all.”

Concern actually crossed on Colson’s face. “Are you okay?”

I chuckled. “Watch yourself, C, someone might think you actually care.”

“Of course I don’t, my cold, dead heart won’t let me care. But I need to make sure I’m not about to lose my best friend, it’s hard to find a new one.”

“Oh god no! It’s not that serious. It was just an appointment to get me on birth control. We could only get an appointment around noon, so mom and dad just let me stay home from school all day.”

Colson wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. “Birth control, huh? You’re getting it that often now, are you?”

I rolled my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t start blushing. The truth was, no guys were interested in me that way. I had never even been kissed. As far as any guy was concerned, I was just one of them. Most of my friends were guys and I hung out with them every day. While I loved my friends, it definitely sucked that the only thing holding me back from having a boyfriend was the fact that I hung out with them.

“Actually, it’s to help me with my irregular period. Birth control is for more than just sex, genius.”

“TMI!” Colson exclaimed, covering his ears. “Why couldn’t you just let me believe were getting lots of dick?”

“Shh!” I hissed. “Don’t let my parents hear you. Besides, you know that’s not true. Guys don’t even realize I have a vagina.”

Colson eyed my outfit. “In outfits like that, I’m pretty sure they all know you have a vagina.”

I was wearing a pair of tight leggings and a crop top, showing off all my “assets”. “Okay, literally yes they do know. I meant it figuratively. Everyone thinks I’m one of the boys, and they don’t want to fuck one of the boys. They don’t even wanna kiss me.”

Colson sat up suddenly and looked at me in shock. “Wait, have you been kissed before (Y/N)?”

I shook my head, looking down to hide my embarrassment. Colson got up and sat next to me on the bed.

“Do you even know how to kiss?”

“Fuck off,” I responded instead, not wanting to admit that I honestly didn’t know how to kiss someone.

“No, I’m being serious. If you want, I can teach you.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, I’m being serious. If you want I can teach you how to kiss, so you’re first isn’t awkward.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How do you plan on doing that?”

“Well, first, some tips. Number one, watch your teeth. The first time I kissed a girl I managed to beat her lip with my teeth and caused it to bleed. Really killed the mood so don’t do that.”

“Okay, no teeth,” I said, rolling my eyes again. Obviously no teeth, I wasn’t that dumb.

“No tongue right away either. That’s a bit too forward. Wait to see if he wants to slip you the tongue, and only let him if you feel comfortable with it. I know it's probably just assumed that teenage boys want to slip you the tongue but trust me, it’s not all boys so don't just try and slip us the tongue either.”

“No teeth, no tongue. Any other tips?”

“Just make sure you feel comfortable. If the guy goes in for the kiss and you don’t feel comfortable with it, don’t feel bad for moving away. You don’t want your first kiss to be uncomfortable or with someone you don’t feel comfortable with.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. I was shocked by how good this advice actually was. I guess Colson could be pretty deep sometimes, when he wanted to be.

“Okay, all good advice and thank you for that. What’s the second part of my lesson?”

Colson suddenly leaned forward and press his lips on mine, holding my head with one hand. The action took me by surprise and I raised my hands to push him away, but stopped when I realized...I really liked kissing him.

His lips were soft and inviting, getting me to kiss him deeper and more passionately. He tasted like weed, probably from smoking a blunt on the way over to my house, but I wasn’t complaining. I quite liked the taste of weed, actually.

He didn’t try to slip me tongue, which I was grateful for because I was definitely not ready to take it that far. I made sure my teeth didn’t hit his lip, or my own, to ruin the moment, and I was definitely far from uncomfortable with kissing him.

He pulled away after some time, dropping his hand back onto his lap and looking my face over, I guessed for any signs of regret or anger.

“Part two is giving you your first kiss,” he said. “And hoping this doesn’t completely end our friendship.”

“How long have you wanted to do that?” I asked him. You don’t just kiss someone out of the blue without wanting to, whether it’s a prolonged desire or it’s a new one. Colson wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to know how long that desire had been burning.

“A few...years,” he responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Like...like since I started liking girls.”

“Why did you never do it then?” I asked.

He seemed shocked by my question and stuttered a response, “W-Well I-I really...didn’t know if you’d want to. I was afraid of asking you out or taking the chance and just kissing you, like I just did, and you not liking it and ending our friendship. No matter what my feelings are, I value our friendship and I’d never risk that for anything.”

It actually was starting to make more sense. There were times when some of my other guy friends would pretend to flirt with me, or would compliment how I looked, and Colson always seemed jealous by it. The guys would tease us and say they were shocked we weren't together and Colson always got defensive. I thought, at first, it as because he didn’t want them thinking I was dating him, but really it was because he didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

With a newfound confidence building inside of me, I threw sat on Colson’s lap and took his head in my hands, pulling his lips back to mine to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him, like this was the most natural thing to ever happen. I leaned into him and ended up pushing him back onto the bed until he was lying down and I was hovering over him. His hands started to slip up my shirt as I felt him starting to press against me in his jeans. I took this moment to pull away to try and regain my breath.

“Whoa there,” I told him, a teasing smile on my face. “I only just lost my kissing virginity, I don’t think I’m ready to take it all the way just yet.”

“Just yet, huh? And will I have the pleasure of taking that as well, or would you rather stop here before taking things any further?”

I sat up, still on his lap, while Colson propped himself up on his elbows. “I’d like to take things further, but not just like hooking up. I’d like to go out on dates and to be that disgustingly cute couple that’s always all over each other in the hallways at school. I want to be something real, not to fuck buddies.”

“That’s all I want, too,” he told me. “I want you to be my girl.”

“I want to be your girl.”

Colson’s smile was so wide I was sure he was hurting his face. He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist as he flipped us over so he was on top. I let out a squeal and started to laugh as he kissed all over my face and neck, before finally placing one last kiss on my lips.

“My parents are going out of town next weekend,” I said, breaking the kiss. “If you want to be my...other first time, I’ll have the place to myself that whole weekend.”

“Are you sure? losing your virginity is something completely different than having your first kiss.”

“I’m sure. There’s no one I trust more to take my virginity than my best friend. At least I know you’ll always be in my life, even if our relationship doesn’t work out.”

Colson smiled and kissed me again, before saying, “In that case, I’d love to come over next weekend.”

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #estxx #imagine #request #one shot

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eds-trashmouth · 4 years

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Up In Smoke

A/N: Someone teach me how to do a read more on mobile, everytime I try it doesn’t work. This was supposed to be short.

Pairing: Reddie

Up In Smoke

If you asked Eddie Kaspbrak two years ago if he’d ever be caught dead at a college party, he’d straight up laugh in your face. Eddie and parties just didn’t get along. Too many people. Too much screaming. Too many germs. Not enough hand sanitizer in the world. So why exactly is he currently sitting cross legged in a much too large bean bag chair in some grunge kid’s basement? Turns out he’s a sucker for dark curls and deep eyes.

His professor dismissed class and he was out the door. His next class was all the way across campus and he had small legs. What started as a brisk walk quickly turned into a full jog as he made his way to his math class. He was so focused on being late he didn’t see the door to the cafe opening until it hit him. Literally hit him, sending him and his entire stack of books and folders to the pavement. He was so worried about his papers at first he didn’t even realize the taller boy watching him with a warm smile. After he collected his things he finally thought to give this person a piece of his mind for hitting him with the door like that. He glared upward, finding the most beautiful guy he’d seen on campus. His curls seemed to all have a mind of their own, and his eyes glistened like the ocean during sunrise. Perhaps he’d seen too many rom coms but this was the man of his dreams. And he’d just thoroughly embarrassed himself. He was in such a daze he couldn’t even remember why he’d wanted to yell at him in the first place. They both just stared in silence for a few moments before the taller boy spoke.

“I guess you could say you really fell for me huh short stop.” The other boy grinned down at Eddie. With a scoff Eddie rolled his eyes and quickly looked away. Maybe he was concealing a blush, maybe he wasn’t.

“Not even! You hit me, remember? If anything I fell BECAUSE of you.” He glanced to his watch, he was sure he’d be late by now.

“Then I thoroughly apologize, my good sir. Let me make it up to you.” His voice suddenly shifted to an absolutely horrible British accent, making Eddie’s nose scrunch up before he glanced back down.

“How would you do that exactly?” Eddie stood, already starting to walk at a slow pace. “I’ve got class right now so I’ve really gotta go.”

“My friend Bev is having a party this weekend. Come.” He didn’t move from his spot, raising his voice for Eddie to hear.

“You don’t even know my name.” Eddie didn’t turn around. He was too late to be worrying about a party he’d never go to. “I’m sorry, I really gotta go.”

“I’d like to know.”

He kept walking.

That was on Tuesday. By Wednesday he’d decided he was maybe too harsh on this mystery guy. He shouldn’t have just walked away like that. Thursday brought even more regret about never getting his name or an address to that party. Even though he’s never go of course. Friday was like a miracle. His roommate, and best friend, Bill came barreling into their dorm shouting about some hottie that invited him to a party. Named Beverly.

They’d been there about two minutes before Bill made an excuse to find Beverly. Leaving Eddie to fend for himself at a strangers house. It took longer than it should’ve to find the kitchen and procure a drink for himself before finding the basement. So here he was, trying desperately not to touch anything. Sitting in some bean bag chair. Silently hoping the discomfort didn’t show on his face. There weren’t nearly as many people downstairs as there was up, but that didn’t make him feel anymore relaxed.

There was a pool table in the corner of the basement with a decent crowd around it. One corner was a group of girls just giggling away at some jock, and the next was a small circle of people passing around a joint. Eddie had never thought about smoking in the past but he wasn’t necessarily against the idea. Just not at a party with a bunch of strangers. He sat there with his solo cup in his hands, and his hands in his lap. He just glanced around for a little while, before his eyes met his cup and stayed there. Why was he here? He didn’t even like parties. He hadn’t even seen his mystery guy yet. Maybe it was a different Bev? This sucked.

“Hey short stop. Fancy meeting you here.” A body plopped down on the bean bag chair next to him. He watched his drink slosh in the cup before settling once the chair stop moving. He looked up at the boy next to him. Met with a beautiful smile and those ocean eyes. Eddie couldn’t help but swallow.

“Uh, hi. My friend Bill got invited, so here I am.” Eddie rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, one of his ticks.

“Well, you got invited as well. Before you ran off on me.” The boy smiled but it didn’t seem as bright as before.

“Oh...yeah. I’m sorry about that, I was late for class. And I dropped my books. And I was just flustered.” He looked down to hide the obvious blush he felt across his face. He felt the other boy shift a little next to him. Looking up he was met with another bright smile and a small laugh.

“I didn’t mean to get you all flustered,” he looked to Eddie’s cheeks before continuing. “Well, maybe I did. It looks mighty cute on you I must say.”

The blush on Eddie’s cheeks burned brighter.

“What’s your name? You can’t keep flirting with me without telling me your name.”

“Feisty I see. Perfect. Richie Tozier, at your service sir.” He put on another terrible British accent before thrusting his hand out for Eddie to shake. “And, who might you be? M’lord.”

Eddie took his hand into his and laughed a little too loudly before answering.

“Eddie Kaspbrak. Nice to meet you Richie.” He hated the formality of his voice.

“So, Eds. What are ya doing all by yourself? This is a party. What happened to Bill?” Eddie sighed before looking down once again.

“I’m not really a party person. And Bill left me to go find Beverly or something. I’m fine here. People can uh, make me anxious.” Everything suddenly felt too quiet as Richie sat there with nothing to say. Eddie was about to apologize for his weirdness when Richie stood up.

“Then let’s go. I know a place that’s quiet. No people. And I’ve got a little weed too.” He reached out his hand for the smaller boy. Eddie wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, and he wasn’t sure this wasn’t some plan to get him alone and murder him. But he didn’t think it was. So, he grabbed Richie’s hand and followed him out of the house.

Richie led him to a large hammock on the side of the house. No one was outside, especially on the side. Just like Richie promised. Eddie could feel himself relaxing already. Richie opened the hammock and slide inside. He patted next to him.

“Pop a squat Ed boy. It’s big enough for the both of us.” Without second thought Eddie slid in too. Their bodies were pressed together so closely Eddie was sure Richie could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Eddie decided to scoot before he’d died. Putting just enough room between them that they weren’t touching. If Richie minded he didn’t show it.

“Alright Eds. How do you want it?”

“Excuse me.” Eddie’s voice cracked as he looked at the other boy, baffled.

Richie was digging into his pocket and pulled out an old Altoids tin. He brought it out with a boisterous laugh.

“Relax Spaghetti, I meant joint or blunt.” Eddie cringed at the nickname.

“I’m drawing the line at Spaghetti. The others were bad but that’s just awful.” Another blush appeared on his cheeks. “But, uh, I haven’t smoked before. So. I don’t...really know.”

“Oh, I guess I just assumed. It’s college so everyone I’ve met smokes. We don’t have to.” He started to put away the tin.

“No! No, we can. I just. I used to have asthma. So, I don’t exactly know...how.” Eddie looked down once again, slightly embarrassed. Richie just smiled down at him and pulled a joint out of his tin.

“I’ll teach you, and you don’t have to hit it if you change your mind.” He fished a lighter out of his other pocket and flicked it. Eddie watched as he touched the paper to the fire and the flames seemed to lick the joint to life. Richie touched it to his lips as smoke began spilling off. He inhaled and the cherry started to glow even brighter. Eddie was in a trance, watching Richie’s mouth pucker slightly to fit the joint, and smoke roll out as he exhaled. The smoke danced across his features as Eddie thought to himself just how beautiful the taller boy was.

“Do you wanna try?” Richie caught his eyes and held out the joint. Eddie mustered up everything he could to nod and grab it. He placed it between his lips, trying to copy Richie’s prior movements, and inhaled. It took exactly .5 seconds for Eddie to explode into a coughing fit. Holding the joint out for Richie to take it back. Richie took it immediately, smiling silently. Eddie suddenly felt a hand begin to rub his back. Once he’d finally finished coughing he sat up with a shy smile.

“Sorry, maybe I did it wrong.” Richie’s smile grew, it’s like his smile never left his face. Eddie really liked it. Especially when it was directed at him.

“Well, there is another way we could try.” Richie raised his eyebrow. “We could shotgun.”

“W-what’s that?” Another smile from Richie made Eddie’s insides warm.

“You just sit there, look pretty, and when I blow smoke out you breathe it in. It’s easy, I promise. Do you wanna try?” Eddie once again nodded, placing his hands in his lap.

“Uh, yeah I’ll try it out. Why not?” He let out a nervous laugh as Richie brought the joint back to his lips. Eddie watched as he inhaled but the time he held it in. Richie’s hand reached for his face, a gesture Eddie wouldn’t reject. Richie’s thumb found his mouth, slightly pulling down as a signal for him to open. Eddie opened his mouth just enough to gasp. Richie’s face was inches from his and he couldn’t look away. The look on his face had to be one of bashfulness. Eddie felt as Richie slowly blew smoke into his mouth. Their lips practically touching. He inhaled as best as he could before pulling back and holding it in a few seconds and exhaling.

“How was it? Better than before?” Richie also pulled back out of his space, smirk still evident on his face.

“Def-" his voice cracked, "Definitely. I didn't even cough that time." His eyes betrayed him, glancing down to Richie's lips as his tongue swiped along his bottom lip.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that more. Do you want another hit?" This time Richie's eyes traveled down and Eddie definitely saw that. Swallowing harshly.

"Yes. I'll take another." This time Richie left his hand on the side of Eddie's face, waiting for him to open his mouth. He parted his lips as his eyes slid closed. He felt Richie's lips grazing his own and he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in. He felt the smoke swirl between them as their lips met, finally. Richie didn't pull away, in fact he pushed closer, grabbing the back of Eddie's neck and pulling him in. By the time they parted they were both practically panting. Richie's eyes opened softly, looking down to Eddie.

"That was nice. Best smoking partner I’ve ever had.” His hand still rested on Eddie’s neck. Eddie’s mind raced, unsure where to go from here. He cleared his throat.

“Yeah. It was...nice. You’re the only smoking partner I’ve had so I suppose you’re the best as well.” It was Eddie’s turn to smirk.

“Fuckin rip my heart out why don’t ya Eds.” Richie’s laugh echoed off the exterior of the house. It might just be Eddie’s new favorite sound. He laughed with him and pushed himself back up to kiss Richie. Maybe parties weren’t his thing, and putting himself out there was scary. But, right now, lip locked with tall, dork, and handsome? He’s so glad he came.

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The Garden

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x fem!Reader Rating: T Warnings: angst, allusion to drug use (if you squint), death mention, Triple Frontier spoilers, soft!frankie (be still my beating heart) Word count: 1,856

A/n: Ok so I’ve been wanting to write something for the Pedro boys for a long time and I finally had major inspiration strike with this. I don’t have a beta reader, so I apologize if I missed any typos or tense issues!

Summary: Frankie has left to help out Pope on some vague mission, and you wait for his return, spending your days gardening. You weren’t prepared for the news he brings home with him.

Masterlist | Ao3

You had always loved your little garden. Whether it be in pot planters on your apartment’s balcony or the raised bed in the backyard of your first home or the small flowerbed in the front yard of your mother's house, surrounded by plants with your hands in the cool soil is where you felt most at home. No matter the stresses of the day, everything melted away as you dug your fingers into the yielding earth, still damp from the morning's watering.

Some of your most treasured memories happened while you were in the garden; your mother running out excitedly with your acceptance letter to MIT, your best friend phoning you to ask you to be her maid of honor, that same friend later asking you to be the godmother to her first born as you both sat pruning the roses. All of those moments paled in comparison, though, to the two most important moments of your life. The day Francisco Morales asked you out, officially, for the first time, the words tumbling from his lips in a nervous stutter, and the day he knelt down among the blooming hyacinth and iris to ask for the privilege of calling you his forever.

A delicate smile graces your lips as the memories play through your mind's eye as you till the soil around the fall vegetables. Frankie had been the best thing to ever happen to you, you had no doubt of that. Even the most difficult of days, like the day you found out about the little habit he had picked up to keep the nightmares at bay, were still better than the days before he was yours. The gold of the wedding band adorning your finger catches the light of the sun as you finish turning over the soil, and you sit back on your heels to look at it for a moment. The pad of your thumb traces over it lightly as your mind drifts to your husband, currently away on a mission. A favor for Pope, he had called it.

"What is it, baby?" you asked, running your fingers through his soft curls at the nape of his neck, his head resting on his crossed arms on the table. The sigh he had let out was one from the depths of his soul, a sigh you hadn't heard him let out in a very long time. He turned his head, still resting on his arms, to look at you, confliction lighting them that caused an immediate crease in your own brow. "Frankie...?"

"It's Pope." His voice was gruff and tired and the corners of your lips turned town imperceptibly.

"Santi? What does he want? It's been...years...since we've heard anything from him." Your fingers had moved from the nape of his neck when he turned his head, now tracing gently along his stubbly jaw.

"A favor," Frankie said simply. "He wants to get me and the guys back together. Says he needs to talk to us about something big. He's...he's saying it's 17k for a week of work." Your eyebrows lifted at that. Seventeen thousand was a lot of money, and though you two weren't necessarily barely scraping by, 17 thousand dollars would certainly make things easier, especially with the courses Frankie was having to go through for counseling.

"What kind of favor?" You ask after a moment, but Frankie just shrugged.

"Didn't say." He sat up and took your hand from his face, his calloused thumb running over your knuckles.

"...Are you going to go?" You asked quietly, watching your hands and he sighed again.

"We could use the money, cariña." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him. He was right, and you knew it. No matter how much every fiber of your being was screaming that this was a bad idea.

"I know." You squeezed his hand gently and brought your other up to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch and his eyes fluttered for a moment before he refocused on you. "...Be careful, amor. Ok?" He nodded in your hand and turned to kiss your palm gently. "And tell Santi if anything happens to you, I will personally murder him and use his body as fertilizer in the garden." Frankie's eyebrows shot up at that one as he looked back to you. After a moment, he chuckled and nodded, reaching up to bring your forehead to his.

"He wouldn't dare to cross you, hermosa, I'm sure of that."

It was only supposed to have been a week, he had said. Yet here you were, sitting alone in your garden nearly a week after he was supposed to have been back safe in your arms. You let out a groan as you stood, your knees protesting from the position you had been in for too long, moving to the next row to pluck some weeds from around your corn stalks. That nervous feeling you had pool in your stomach when Frankie had told you about this 'favor' had never left you, and the longer he was gone, the worse it got. Especially since you haven’t heard from him the entire time he’s been gone. What if something had happened? What if this 'favor' turned south?

You shake your head rapidly, clearing the thoughts from your head as you busy yourself with plucking the weeds. If you get caught up in thoughts like that without Frankie here to pull you out, you wouldn't be sleeping at all until he came home. The cool soil that you usually found so much solace in had been doing less and less over the past two or three days, your anxieties always high, mind always drifting to 'what if's. It was like the connection you had always felt with the earth had been interrupted, and a frown pulls at the corners of your lips.

So lost are you in your own thoughts, you didn't hear the backdoor open, nor did you hear the sounds of heavy footfalls across the yard. It wasn't until the shadow blocked out the sun over you that you jump and whip around, your trowel brandished in your hand. You blink a few times before the trowel hits the ground as you leap to your feet, wrapping your arms around Frankie's neck in a desperate hug. His arms find their way around you, holding you as close to him as he possibly can, his face dropping to hide against your neck and shoulder. You can feel the tension in his muscles relaxing in your hold, the stress of these two weeks melting away under your touch.

"I missed you so much...I was so worried," turning your head to whisper against his unruly hair.

"I'm sorry, estrella...things got out of hand. I'm so sorry." He holds you tighter, his body trembling against yours, and you feel a dampness against your shoulder, soaking through your shirt.

"Oh Frankie..." your voice is barely above a whisper as your fingers play at the back of his neck, rubbing soothing circles against his skin. "It's alright, you're safe now. I'm here, I've got you." Your words illicit from him quiet sobs as he cries in your arms.

"W-We lost Tom, querida." You freeze at his words, your blood running cold in your veins.

"What...?" You rasp, barely a whisper.

"Th-This village. We crashed and...and they got threatening and Tom...Tom shot some of them. I shot some of them. They were going to attack us!" You hold him tighter as his voice raises, shushing softly as your fingers resume their soothing ministrations.

"It's ok, Francisco, it's ok. I'm sure you did what you thought was best at the time." His whimper against your shoulder rends your heart in two and you swear you are going to make good on your promise about Santiago as you hold your trembling husband in your arms. After a moment to regain his thoughts, Frankie lets out a shaky breath.

"A boy from the village followed us. He...He shot Tom, he killed him." Your mind goes immediately to Tom's ex-wife and children, and your heart clenches in mourning for them. Those little girls were too young to have to suffer through this, and the thought brings tears to your own eyes. "We couldn't save him, we let him down..." he chokes out through his tears. Your grip tightens and you lean your head back, cupping Frankie's cheek to lift his face to look at you. His eyes are blood-shot and glassy from crying, and they scream in desperation. You gently wipe away the tears with the pad of your thumb.

"Now you listen to me, Francisco Morales. I know you did all you could. I know you did, because that's who you are. I don't have to know all of the details about whatever this was, to know you did all you could." You rest your forehead against his own, pushing his hat off of his head. "You did all you could, do you understand me? That's all anyone can ever ask of you. You did all you could, and you brought the others home." He clings to you like you’re his last lifeline, the last thing keeping him from spiraling so far down he would never come back up and he nods nearly imperceptibly, his bottom lip trembling.

"I was scared, amor," he whispers, voice thick with tears. "I was scared I would never see you again." You tilt his head gently and press a delicate, chaste kiss to his lips, gentle and reassuring.

"Mi amor, it's ok now, yes? I've got you, you're home, and we're both safe." His grip around your waist loosens as he reaches up to cup your own cheek, eyes flitting across your face before he tilts your head to reconnect his lips with yours, this more desperate than the gentle kiss you had placed on his lips moments before. You close your eyes, returning the kiss as he drinks you in, finding solace in your presence. The kiss is filled with all the things he can't say, the words he can't bring himself to speak just yet.

You break the kiss after a few moments and he draws in a shaky breath, his tears finally slowing, his body limp with exhaustion. You reach and take his hand from your face gently in your own, your ring still glistening in the sunlight. "Vamos...Let's go to bed, ok?" He nods weakly and drops his other hand from your waist, letting you lead him inside, sliding the door closed behind you with a click of the lock. A click he found comfort in. It meant this nightmare was finally over and he was home. Finally, Francisco Morales could rest.

The garden holds so many good memories for you. The garden was where you fell in love. It was where you were asked to join another's family. It was where you gave yourself to the love of your life forever. And it was where you were the day your whole world returned to your arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

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