#wait i just realised hes purple. i will never be free

[svampira]

yayyy happy birthday blake🫶 @nevarroes

👆 wasn't sure whether it looked good with the halftone or not

[jayssluttywife]

Bratty Baby...

bratty!reader x tamer!sunghoon

warnings: sunghoons really rough bcz u were a brat >:(, random pet names, unprotected sex, kissing, teasing, dirty talk, and swearing, reader probs says 'dont touch me' when angry but its obvs doesnt mean that. (normally my smut are like a quickie and rushed but ill try to stretch this one out).

summary: You got angry, very angry that u couldn't control yourself, swore a little at sunghoon (maybe a lot), and got your punishment for being a brat.

"Fuck off sunghoon" you wrestled your way from his embrace, leaving his so called 'friend social hangout'. He looked at you in awe, chuckling a bit at your new misbehaviour.

He ran after you and grabbed onto your wrist earning an angry whine, you turned your head aggressively to his face, his charming, beautiful, face.

Wait what?

'No, no, no y/n you have to stay mad at him' you were chanting in your head.

You pulled and tugged, he was so much bigger than you that you could barely even move but you did, freeing your hands from him once again. Knitting your brows together, you push his chest a little, causing him to stumble back

"Don't fucking touch me sunghoon, fuck off!" you yelled, a finger pointing directly at his face.

*Meanwhile* (goofy jake incoming)

"What's going on with them" Jake said nose squished up on the window, his eyes huge, trying to examine the little wrestling match going on outside.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, embarrassed of his own best-friend.

"Stop stalking them like a creep, look even the birds are flying away from your dumb-ass looking face, YOUR TURNING PURPLE!", he jokingly said, stopping his friend form getting into your business.

*Anyways*

Sunghoon dragged you, pinning you to the closest brick-wall, and smashed his lips onto yours, biting your lips in the process to enter his tongue, slithering through your mouth, exploring every bit.

"You fucking belong to me ok?, don't act like a fucking brat right now alright?" He drags you to his car, opening the door for you and gently pushing you in, before slamming the door and entering himself.

He starts driving, eye glued onto the road, but yours where stuck onto his face. He doesn't have to look at you to realise that you were staring at him in trepidation.

You really didn't mean to shout at him, but you couldn't help it when he found your old diary, pictures filled with him,

nothings wrong with that...

But he teased you, so, so, much, that it wasn't even funny anymore, teased you to the point that he was about to tell his friends whilst you were hanging out with him!

And that's how you got here.

He turns his head to look at you when the traffic light turn red, and your eyes meet instantly. Now your thinking of how to apologise, but you just wont let the little bratty self in you do it. In any case right now, he should be apologising.

"You have something to say?, I mean you practically swore at me and pushed me" never breaking the eye contact with your big, doey eyes, as if he knew what you were thinking.

"Your not going to apologise are you?, you never will" he laughs a little at your obstinacy.

"m'k, ill just have to make you apologise isn't it?, just shove my cock into you and you suddenly start acting like a 'good girl' hm?" he says whilst driving again. "Then you'll listen wont you?, make you sob and cry until you apologise for being naughty again *sigh* c'mon y/n you know better."

You reach home, he runs to the side of the car where your sitting and opens the door for you, sticking out his hand for your, dragging both of you to the front door and opening the door in on swift move.

He pushes you against the door, his leg between yours, making you wetter at the moment. He kisses you once again, but way harshly. You couldn't help it, his hands running down your waist, other hand keeping you in a chokehold, firm but gently, his lips biting yours, his tongue gliding against your mouth.

You couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his, trying to find some friction eagerly, but sunghoon was too smart, quickly removing his leg and biting your neck causing you to moan whilst taking you to your bedroom.

He sat at the edge of the bed, motioning for you to come over, you slowly walked over to him, bending a little to pull down his trousers, his biceps looking bigger than ever.

"Sunghoon, can I... undress my s-self" you said looking down, but looked at him once again as he was chuckling.

He stroked your face a little, his fangs pointing out as he gave you his signature smirk, "well done for asking baby". You waited for his response...

"go ahead doll"

There you go.

The answer that you wanted this whole time.

You quickly took your clothes, layer after layer until you revealed your little surprise that you wore under. You cute, lacy lingerie, a bow in the middle of your low cut bra, revealing your cleavage.

"you look so cutee" he emphasised on the word 'cute', dragging you to his now practically naked body. He pulled down your underwear slowly, revealing your soaking wet pussy.

Pressing two fingers on your slit, and eyes never leaving your face, he watched your expression switch to a pleading face begging through you eyes for sunghoon to do something to you.

To ruin you.

"Fuck sunghoon " you pushed his hand away " Just do something, anything" You begged

He scoffed, "You couldn't even wait a little longer, such a bratty little girl" his voice deep but he was smiling the whole time.

He pulls you closer and onto his lap, watching your tight pussy stretch around his huge length. You let out a small 'fuck' due to the size change, him filling you up so well.

"Since you want me so badly do it yourself" he looked at you.

"What?"

"Fuck yourself on my cock"

You sighed so loudly, about to cry. Sunghoon was like 100x stronger than you and you could barely even move on him, but you were so desperate, trying your best to fuck yourself.

You put you hands on his shoulder, slowly bouncing up and down on his huge length, letting out long, dragged moans due to the felling, but when you opened your eyes, sunghoon hadn't even budged, still giving you a lusty stare.

"Fuck it sunghoon" you started letting out your crocodile tears. "Please sunghoon, please hoon-"

"uh uh" he tutted. You whimpered, starting again, forcing yourself to move up and down even thought your legs were so sore, sunghoon enjoying every bit.

"Please sunghoon". He rolls his eyes, he couldn't help but succumb into your pleading act.

He couldn't help it.

He puts your back on the bed before fucking in and out of you in an animalistic speed, making you choke on your breath.

"Gonna apologise isn't huh?" You whined again. "C'mon baby" he started increasing his speed again, breath increasing due to your tight little cunt.

How could a man speak so calmly whilst practically ripping you apart. You knew if he didn't get what he wanted, you wouldn't, so you just had to please him and finally giving in.

"S-sunghoon" he hummed in response.

"fuck- 'm sorry- fuckk! 'm s-sorry for-mmmm! being bad again sunghoooon- shit I... I wont do it again!" you let out another extended moan.

He smiled, hands wrapping around your neck, slightly chocking you, watching your eyes roll back at the small restraining,

"now that's the good girl I know" he proudly spoke, pushing your legs up to your chest and going deeper into you.

You haven't felt so manhandled in so long, sunghoon practically was playing with you like your were a toy, wrapping your legs around his waist to see your fucked out face again.

"You'll do anything for dick y-yeah?" you nodded your head aggressively not even listening to what he was saying.

"Fuck sunghoon!" you yelled his dick hitting places he never had, the spongy places that had you arching your back.

"Can I cum... pleasee!" you heard him chuckling again. He slowly nodded him head.

"C'mon, go ahead"

Your orgasm hit you so hard everything went white, sunghoon creaming and breeding into you almost at the same time. He slowed down, trying to drag the pleasure before pulling out a little, looking at your fucked up pussy with a smirk.

He pushes him cum back in with his fingers, biting onto his lip as his juices leaked out again.

"Lets go get you cleaned up" He said slowly walking out the room, thinking you were behind him.

But all he heard was heavy breathing, and an almost dead y/n laying on the bed.

"Oh" he picked you up in bridal style and taking you to the bathroom, getting a nice hot shower for both of you.

He smiled at you, whilst you looked down. "'m really sorry hoon" you muttered.

" Its alright y/n," he smiled again eyes squinting into a creasent shape.

"Your way cuter when your not bratty" you smiled.

"My bratty baby"

[clownd1ck]

trouble, j. miller | chapter two

mob!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter summary: your first shift at apocalypse lives up to the standards that you hoped for, and you work your charm on everyone there. money and validation never hurt anyone, and you definitely didn’t mind it.

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, food consumption, uh oh curse words, joel miller being a “power to the people, stick it to the man” man (we believe in that over on this blog), reader & dancers shake ass bc they can, google translated spanish 😍, no beta again, AND DID SOMEONE SAY JAVIER PEÑA!?

word count: 2274

also can u guys start asking me to be on this taglist by either bribing me or threatening me idk i think i’d just like to see “add me to your taglist or i’m gonna be under your bed at 9:03pm”

(series masterlist)

when you step outside of the changing room, you head over to the snack drawers. you may have eaten before you arrived, but turning down free food was a sin in your eyes. you settle on a pack of hot cheetos and some trolli candy before sitting in a high chair and allowing lucy to do your makeup.

lucy was a lovely woman. she told you the basics about her, how she’s trying to save money so she can buy her first apartment, the name of her cat, etc. and, jesus christ, lucy was good at make up. her shade match was amazing, the blush and contour sculpted your face well. the eye make up was a smoked out black wing, with purple eye glitter on your eyelids. your lips were glossy, pouty, and fucking sexy, if you did say so yourself.

“lucy, i want you to know that if you ever decide to dump your boyfriend, i will be right here waiting for you.” you take another look at yourself in the mirror. “i look so hot i want to fuck myself.”

lucy giggles, and the two of you join adele, who runs you through everything you need to know. when she gets to the hourly pay and tips, your mouth drops in shock. “damn, didn’t realise joel was such a socialist.”

adele and lucy laugh. “baby, he pays everyone here good.”

lucy nods. “dancers get their money from customers and an hourly pay too. he treats us all good, it’s why we all like working here so much.”

you get to know some of the women whilst you’re there. you dance with them, they teach you some moves that are part of their routines, you sing with them. in all honesty, a lot of time hadn’t passed and you felt like you would defend these women with your life.

a knock sounds on the door, and adele opens it to find joel standing there. he beckons you with his hand outstretched. you give your goodbyes to the girls, dramatic as ever but you would miss this moment between you all, even if they did say you could drop by this room any time you want like the other female waiting staff did.

you join joel’s side, his hand going onto your lower back again as he guides you to another room.

“kitchen. head chef is joey,” he points to an elder man with black hair and a slight stubble. he seems mean…you’ll fix that. “that’s quinn,” he points to a woman with blonde hair, “and that’s tim.” you look at tim. tim looks stoned. you think about joining tim to get high on your next shift.

“hi everyone!” you wave at them giddily.

“some guests like food whilst they’re here, ‘s why we have the kitchen. ask for something for yourself and they’ll whip it up for ya’ too.” joel checks his watch, and you don’t know much about watches, but it looks expensive and you unconsciously gulp. he’s rich, damn.

“i’ll take ya’ back up to my office so we can go over some stuff before we open.”

when you get to his office, joel offers for you to take a seat across from his. his chair, however, spins, and you’re much more fascinated by that instead of the boring sofa. you take a seat on the rotating chair and begin to spin on it. joel sighs, shaking his head like he was surprised by your behaviour thus far.

“need to go over the shifts you can do. now, i don’t want ya’ overworkin’ yourself or being too tired for your damn lectures. so tell me what shifts you can do for now, and we can go over the rest later.”

you stop your spinning and look up at him. “i can do weekend shifts at any time. um…i have a nine am lecture on tuesday and thursday. wednesdays i don’t have a lecture until three, and mondays and friday i can work after five.”

“alright, give me your number so i can arrange your shifts. you get paid in cash every week and you’ll collect it from my office at the end of the night.”

you smirk, lifting your index finger up to your lips and biting down on the tip. “my number? joel miller, you flirt! take me to dinner first, please.”

he says your name sternly, a warning. “give me your damn number and get outta here. damn trouble, you are.”

you giggle, writing down your number on a piece of paper and giving it to him, and taking an ipad that carries the menu on it, sauntering out of his office and heading back to the dancer’s room.

——

at nine pm, the club doors open and you have your first group sat in one of the v.i.p. booths. a woman orders a sex on the beach, and the other orders a martini. you take the order down to the bar to gather the drinks and meet the bartender.

he introduced himself as javier, shaking your hand and kissing it gently, making you giggle. you knew you were going to get along with him very well.

as you wait for the drinks, one of the dancers comes over and talks to you. chelsea, her name is. a real blonde bombshell who you think would’ve been amazing in the barbie movie. she’s got a bubbly personality and a cute laugh. she tells you that she attends the same college as you, studying chemistry and physics.

you’re cut off when javier places your drinks on a tray and passes it to you. you give a little wave to chelsea as she is called to a booth to entertain the men.

“don’t be a stranger, mi amor.” javier calls out to you, and you giggle.

“and miss out on you? never!” you shout over your shoulder.

as you walk through the v.i.p. floor, you spot some of the girls and give your greetings to them, winking and grinning as they walk by. you make it back to the table and place the drinks down in front of the two women, and you gasp at them both.

“i just noticed your make up, holy shit! you girls are stunning.” your customer service skills deserves an award, and you’re forever thankful that you’re a massive extrovert and can get away with half the shit that comes out of your mouth.

the girls give their thanks to you, complimenting you back and you shrug them off. you were getting tipped tonight whether they liked it or not. you were hellbent on winning everyone over.

it’s when you’re putting in an eighth round of drinks that you feel a hand on your lower back yet again. you turn your head to see joel, looking down at you.

“need you in booth five.”

“alright, just gotta get these drinks from javi and some orders from the kitchen and i’ll be with you.” you smile at him, and joel walks away back to the booth.

you take your drinks from javi, and he doesn’t forget to give you some pet names in spanish you’ll be sure to google later, and you head back to one of the private rooms. you see a woman by the name of destiny dancing on a small stage with a pole as you give the men their drinks. she winks at you and you return it.

you place the drinks down in front of the men, taking your tray as you lean down and whisper to the closest one to you. “i’ll be back with your food, sir.”

and you return within five minutes, having won over the entire kitchen staff with your undeniable charm. you arrive with two large plates of nachos that the three men share between themselves. one of them slips you a hundred dollar bill, and you blow a kiss his way as you leave the private room.

men were too easy sometimes.

you enter the soundproof glass door of booth five, stepping in and pulling out your tablet. “any drinks i can get for you guys?”

a bald headed man orders a jack and coke, one with a skin fade orders a budweiser and you had to do a subtle double take on him because men in their thirties have skin fades? huh, you learn something new everyday. you look at joel and he shakes his head. “i’m alright, darlin’.”

you smile at him, placing the orders through on the tablet. “i’ll be back soon. let me know if you need anything else.”

as you walk up to the bar, you smile at javi. “oh, my beautiful husband. how i’ve missed you.”

javi looks at you and smirks. “ah, mi pequeña esposa, you’re back. what drinks do you need?” {my little wife}

“jack and coke and a budweiser.” you respond, resting your arms flat on the bartop and placing your head on it as you watch jack make the drinks, your tablet sat right next to you. “javi, what’s the weirdest drink you’ve had someone order?”

“bloody mary with passion fruit liquor.” he grimaces, as do you. what kind of sick fucks were drinking bloody mary’s anyway? and you can make a bloody mary worse? ew.

“i wanna see a drink named after me on this menu one day.” you take the drinks from him as he chuckles.

walking back to the booth, you balance the tray on one hand whilst the other opens the glass door. you place the drinks down in front of the two men, giving them sultry looks as you do.

you were going home with benjamin franklin tonight. you were determined.

as you stand back up and move closer to joel’s seat, you could feel his eyes on you, and when you looked at him, he seemed to be hiding back a smirk, picking up on your games. and it works, as both men slip you a few hundred dollar bills that you tuck under the strap of your bra to stash away later.

“anything else i can get for you gentleman tonight?” when they respond with a ‘no’, you feel a light tap on your thigh. brown eyes meeting yours, he gestures for you to come closer, and you bend down so his mouth is next to your ear.

“little shit.” he whispers, and you chuckle, standing back up to your full height and leaving the booth.

the only time you return to joel’s booth is to take away cups and refill drinks. you don’t hear much of the conversation that happens because, quite frankly, you don’t care. the bald guy and the one with the skin fade keep slipping you bills and that’s enough to buy your silence and curiosity.

you return to some of the private rooms, getting drinks for guests and dancers, but during the final moments of your shift, you’re sat at the bar talking to javier. you learn that he’s been friends with joel since high school. they’re practically brothers, and although they weren’t related, they do look alike…

“shithead.” joel’s voice calls out, and you can only assume he’s referring to you due to the choice in nickname.

“that better be meant as an endearment or i will be snitching to my pops.” you say as you walk over, blowing javi a kiss as a means of goodbye. “he may be in his sixties but he can still put a crow bar to use.”

joel rolls his eyes and guides you back to the dancer’s room. you open the door halfway before he decides to speak: “wait around here for a bit and i’ll come get you. i’ll be taking you home so make sure you’ve got everything.”

you pout playfully. “well, aren’t you just a sweetheart.” and your words cause him to roll his eyes again.

“get in there, ya’ little shit.” and he gently pushes you in.

for the next two hours, you and the girls spend your time dancing to some 2000’s r&b. you and chelsea end up whining on each other, and you all collapse by the time ‘smack that’ has finished, giggling away among yourselves as adele is highly entertained by your energy.

a knock at the door sounds, and you can tell it’s joel. you grab the clothes you wore before your shift started, and when you open it, joel is stood there carrying your bag.

“ya’ got everything?”

“you sound like a divorced dad who has joint custody over his daughter. yes, i have everything.” joel sighs at your comment, rubbing the space between his eyebrows which causes you to giggle.

“bye guys!” you wave goodbye to everyone as you and joel leave the building. he unlocks his black porsche and you hop in the front, shivering slightly at how cold it was.

joel notices this, turning on the heated seats as he drives you home to your grandparents. when you’re outside your house, joel stops you from getting out. “i’ll text you your shifts. my number is strictly for work.”

“got it, text you whenever i want. bye joel!” you shout, running out of the car and unlocking your front door, heading straight to your bedroom so you can take off your make up and finally be comfortable.

you fail to notice how joel’s car doesn’t drive away until he sees you’ve entered the house, and that you safely got to your room when your bedroom light turns on. you don’t see how he smiled at your little comment, shaking his head as he drives away.

oh, you were trouble, alright.

____

a/n: reader tormenting joel and him just tolerating it is my ideal relationship

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[the0doreslover]

hii ! i absolutely love your writing and i don’t really know if you do requests but if you do i have one for theodore nott.

it’s inspired by the song blue hair by tv girl. basically the reader is a metamorphmagus and has blue hair. this song can be interpreted in many ways and i absolutely love it for this so it’s really up to you. i personally see it as the blue hair would represent her childish side. how theodore and her have known each other since their childhood and been through every moment in her life, her insecurities when she asks him how to be funny or pretty. he loves this side of her. he’s always had a crush on her. but then he slowly sees her falling apart. maybe from other people’s jugement or she just matured. and she cut her blue hair or maybe decided to change her hair colour because of this and he just misses her old side.

feel free to change as much things as you want

xo

Thank you so much! it means so much to me when people say this, i absolutely love this request here you go x

Blue hair | theodore nott x fem!reader

You and Theodore had been friends longer than either of you could remember. The vibrant threads of your connection began in the earliest days of childhood, where laughter and whispers echoed through hidden alcoves. He was your confidant, and you were his. He saw you for more than the colors of your hair, something you were deeply insecure about.

He was there through some of the most important moments of your life (even the most embarrasing ones) like when you accidentally dropped an glass of water on the table while your family was having dinner with the notts and turned your hair purple out of sheer embarrassment. While your mother scowled, he pushed his own glass all over himself getting up and throwing a fuss, shifting the attention onto himself. It was something you would never forget.

As the years passed, your bond only grew stronger.

From the moment you entered hogwarts you were noticed, not in the way you wanted though.

"why is your hair blue?" a little girl asked while you were all waiting to be sorted

"why is yours blonde?" theo butted in for you watching as the girl stuttered before he put an arm around your shoulder.

Your unique ability as a metamorphmagus had always fascinated him. He loved how you could change your appearance at will, yet he could always see the true you beneath the surface. Your blue hair, which was what he sometimes saw as a representation of your childish side, only added to your charm in his eyes.

He would happily fight anyone who bullied you, and he did a few times

you had gotten one of the highest scores in your charms assignment and you were getting heavily praised which seemed to upset a few people,

"the chameleon got more than me?" you didn't even have time to see who had made the comment before you heard a loud bang, you turned around and saw theodore on top of seamus finnigan holding his arms down shouting at him to apologise.

After that incident no one dared to say anything... to your face at least.

One day, during your fourth year, as the sun set behind the castle's spires, you found yourselves sitting by the Black Lake. The waters shimmered in shades of gold, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Your voice broke the peaceful silence, "How do i make myself interesting ?"

He turned his gaze towards you, increasing your heart rate as he opened his mouth to answer. "you don't"

"what do you mean?" you asked

"you're already the most interesting person i know"

"theo i'm being serious"

"so am i"

you dropped the subject realising you weren't going to get the answer you wanted and it quickly settled back into a comfortable silence

"You know that you're more than your hair right? more than anyone's judgment. you don't need to change a thing."

"yeah, it was stupid sorry" you said lying through your teeth

Over time, your feelings for Theodore began to shift. What once was an innocent friendship evolved into something deeper. You found yourself looking forward to your moments together, cherishing the way his laughter warmed your heart and his presence made the world feel a little brighter.

But life had a way of throwing unexpected challenges your way. As sixth year approached, the weight of impending reality and responsibilities pressed down on you.

The colors of your hair began to fade as you grappled with the complexities of growing up. You started questioning yourself, your choices, and even your appearance.

What even was normal? brown, blonde, black, ginger? why do you have to look the same as everyone else to be liked.

you stood before the mirror in your dorm room, your once-vibrant blue hair now a muted shade, it only ever shifted to murky colours now. You felt a pang sadness, your hair didn't glow like it used to anymore, You hated it, just as much as everyone else hated you for it, you weren’t ‘normal’

You grabbed the pair of scissors on the desk and brought it to your hair. You closed your eyes and once you opened them again you saw a chunk of 'normal' coloured hair on the ground.

Pansy came into the dorm a few moments later and saw you on your bed staring at the wall.

She helped you even out your hair while rubbing your back, she wasn't used to seeing you without some sort of colour tinting your hair but she stayed silent and instead stayed rubbing your back and wiping your tears.

a lot of people noticed the change in your hair... how could they not, your hair hadn't been a different colour for weeks

"your hair looks so much better like this"

"i love your hair"

"keep it like this"

"you look so much better now"

"why would you do that?" Theodore said slowly coming into the common room where you sat between your friends.

"do what?" you asked quickly waving at a new person who had taken interest in you after your change

"y/n don't act dumb, why would you cut your hair"

"i wanted to do something different"

"you wanted to do something different or you wanted to be someone different"

"i-"

"don't even answer that" he said storming up to his dorm

After a few days theo had apologised to you, which you happily accepted missing his importance in your life, he still made it very clear his views on your choice but decided to quiet down.

You wouldn’t admit it but you were slowly regretting your decision more and more each day, you missed the way you got to wake up every morning wondering what colour your mind had made your hair today, you missed feeling different and most of all you missed the way theo loved it.

"Theo?" you asked breaking the peace of your current predicament, which was you both under a tree while he read aloud to you.

"yeah"

"Do you think i'm pretty?" The words tumbled out before you could stop them.

He set his book aside and scooted closer to you. "i've always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world."

“even without my colourful hair?” you pressed

“of course, it made me sad you thought you had to cut your blue hair off in order to become liked but you did, and i can’t change that… i don’t love you any less”

You sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you.

"But Im not pretty anymore right! i used to be funny, didn't I? And my hair... It used to be... I thought maybe it's time to grow up. My hair was childish"

Theodore reached out, placing a hand on yours. "Your hair was, or should i say is, a part of who you are, you're allowed to change, but sometimes it's best to keep the most amazing parts of you the same. Your blue hair was never a sign of childishness; it was a testament to your uniqueness and your willingness to be yourself."

Weeks turned into months, and as the final week of your sixth year drew to a close, the future loomed before you both. On the eve of your last day, you stood on the Astronomy Tower, gazing at the stars.

Your hair had slowly been returning to its colourful hue, but you knew that this time, the color was more than just a physical trait.

Theodore stood beside you, his presence comforting. "It's a big world out there," he said softly. "But no matter where life takes us next year, remember that you'll always be the girl with the cool hair to me, as much as you hate it, you're my girl with the cool hair"

you smiled and leaned against him

"i love you" he said confidently "i love you for you and that's not going to change. Even when your hair goes back to it's normal colour i'll still love you more than i will ever be able to express"

“you think my hair is going to go back to it’s normal colours?” you asked hopefully

“i know it will, i’ll personally make sure it does”

"i love you too"

and despite the fact you couldn't see it, theodore pulled you into a tight embrace looking down on the new blue hairs that had just begun glowing.

[din-miller]

Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men

A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika

WRECKER

You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.

While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.

It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.

You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.

They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.

A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.

“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.

You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.

You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.

Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.

The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”

“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”

“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”

“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”

“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”

Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”

“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.

You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”

Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.

You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.

Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.

You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”

“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.

The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”

“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”

Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”

His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.

Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.

“There, all done.”

“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.

Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.

Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.

If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.

The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.

In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”

You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”

The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.

“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”

You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.

His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.

It would be an absolute shit show.

So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.

The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.

A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.

Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”

“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.

“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”

“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.

“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”

Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”

You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”

“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”

You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”

“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”

You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”

TECH

“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”

You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.

It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.

Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”

Panic floods your body, “No.”

Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”

“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.

Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”

Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.

Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”

“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”

His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”

“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”

Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”

“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”

Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”

There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.

CROSSHAIR

“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”

Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”

You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”

“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–

“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”

“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.

Bastard.

You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.

Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”

That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.

“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”

You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.

Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.

His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”

His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.

“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”

His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.

“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”

Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.

Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Tame the Dragon

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: After Daemon returns from Stepstones, he takes a fancy to you. Enjoying the excitement Daemon’s interest brings to you (and also wanting to take revenge from your mother), you decide you want to play with fire.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong smut (the whole part is one big smut), strong language, incest

Taglist: @disneydaddyevans @mirandastuckinthe80s @xicesam @mariamyousef702 @eddiemadmunson @dont-try-pesticide @sweetybuzz25 @hc-geralt-23 @schniiipsel @ttae-yong @syrma-sensei

A/N: Once again, I want to thank you all for the support; when I posted the first part, I never thought it'd reach so many amazing people 😋 I hope you enjoy this last (and very, very hot) part as well!

|Part 3|

You were pacing up and down in your chambers as you waited for Daemon to come, playing what had happened in the Great Hall in front of your eyes over and over and over again. And each time, your skin began to ache for his touch, already missing the heat of his body against yours.

The room was dimly lit and even though it was kind of cool inside, you literally threw away your robe for your skin was burning underneath. Of course, throwing away the robe did little help to lessen the fire within you.

You were growing quite impatient, but you stood still upon hearing the faint knocking on the door. You needed to swallow a few times for your throat was dry, before you spoke. “Come in.”

Ser Ryden opened the doors of your chambers just enough for Daemon to walk inside. The moment you saw him, you heaved a sigh. Without exchanging any words, he walked towards you with long steps and pulled you against his chest. His figure was towering over you, which made you realise how little you were compared to him. You raised your head to look into his purple eyes.

“Now, where were we again?” Daemon whispered against your lips before capturing them with his. Once again, you were drawn into a passionate kiss. This time, without waiting any longer, you held his shirt and quickly removed it, causing him to chuckle against your lips. “So eager to undress me, hm?”

“And you, surprisingly, are not.” You whispered as you ran your hands along his muscly chest.

Daemon smirked. “I simply love seeing the way you beg for me, Y/N.” He spoke as he lifted you up and made you sit on the table. His lips moved to your neck, hands resting on your waist. You spread your legs so that he could stand as close as possible. This time, however, he didn’t content himself with soft kisses as he sucked on the sensitive skin, sometimes biting. You let out a silent moan, you knew he was doing it on purpose to mark you as his for everyone to see.

His right hand slid under your nightgown, his fingers finding your core. You gasped as he let his index finger slide into you. “You are so fucking wet,” he whispered against your neck with a husky tone, gradually fastening the movement of his finger before adding another one.

You pressed your lips against each other as you pushed Daemon’s trousers down, freeing his erection from the cloth. Licking your lower lip at the sight in front of you, you wrapped your right hand around his cock and started to pump it. Daemon grunted against your neck and curled his fingers inside you, moving them faster, which caused you to let out the moans you’ve been holding inside.

“Yes,” he spoke with a husky voice, “louder.”

The movement of your hand around his cock became faster, trying to match the pace of his fingers inside you, but you found it so hard not to let yourself lie down on the table and let him fingerfuck you until you came on his fingers. As your moans began to get louder, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge.

Daemon noticed that as well.

“Are you close?” he asked. All you could do was nodding as another moan left your lips. However, you weren’t expecting Daemon to suddenly withdraw his fingers.

You looked at him with a questioning look inside your eyes, but you were still moving your hand along his cock. “What are you doing?” you asked as you watched Daemon lick his fingers. Then, he laid his hand on top of yours, making you stop, and he removed your nightgown.

“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he whispered as he made you lie down on your back. You bit your lower lip upon feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. He wrapped your legs around his waist and positioned himself. “Now, Y/N, know that you are not allowed to cum until I say so,” he slowly began to push himself into you, making you gasp as you tried to adjust to his size. “Or I won’t let you enjoy your bliss as you wish to. Understood?”

You nodded, but your mind was already too clouded.

The edge of Daemon’s lips curled upwards. “Good girl.”

At first, he was keeping the pace painfully slow, and he wasn’t able to reach for that sweet spot within you since your current position didn’t allow him to push himself deep enough. Still, you both enjoyed it for a while with one of your hands around his neck and the other one holding his left arm -which was holding you firmly from your hips. His left hand was on your breast, toying with your nipple.

Then, you began to ache for more. “Daemon,” you whispered his name, his darkened eyes meeting yours, “faster, please.”

You could only imagine how much he enjoyed when you begged for him, for more of him.

He smirked. “Such a horny girl you are,” he said as he lifted your legs and placed them over his shoulders, pulling you closer. You could feel anticipation growing inside you since you knew that in this position, he would have you seeing stars in no time. “Remember: no cumming before I tell you to.”

“Mhm,” you made an approving sound.

Daemon thrusted into you and without wasting time, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into yours faster and harder each time. You could hear the table rattling beneath you, your left hand searched for something to hold onto, only for Daemon to pin it above your head with his right one.

You were excepting the fire of desire within you to be slowly tamed since Daemon's hands were all over your body, caressing every single spot; however, the more he touched you, the more you wanted. You could never get enough of him.

Soon, Daemon found the spot within you as he thrusted deeper and deeper; each time, he had you letting out loud, soft cries that drove him insane and made him want to fuck you into oblivion right then and there. But he intended to keep on with this little game of his, hence he had to content himself.

“Daemon,” you moaned his name, sweat gathering around your forehead. “Daemon, sl… Oh fuck!” Before you could even speak, Daemon’s hand holding your arm above your head moved between your bodies to find your clit. He wanted you to hold back, and yet he did everything he could to send you over the edge. He was driving you crazy. “Daemon, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

Of course, he simply smirked.

You pressed your lips against each other, trying to steady your breaths and keep your soft cries under control. Seeing you struggling to hold back made Daemon let out a grunt and stop stimulating your clit. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as he slowed down the movement of his hips against yours.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled out, causing you to open your eyes -the feeling of emptiness was enough to disturb you. Holding your hand, Daemon made you stand up as he pushed you towards your bed. You let yourself rest on your forearms, your upper body bent down and your ass held high when you felt your knees resting against the bade of your bed. Daemon chuckled as he held you from your hips. “You do know what to do, Princess.”

A smirk formed on your lips. “Well, how do you think I earned my reputation?”

After pushing his cock into your core, Daemon quickly picked up the pace once again. Your hands clutched at the sheets under your palms, the familiar feeling in your stomach building up slowly once again. In a short while, you were not able to hold back your soft cries anymore.

At first, as if he wanted to experiment, Daemon took a firm hold of your ass with his right hand. Upon seeing that you were not showing any signs of distaste, he lightly slapped your right butt cheek.

To give him a reaction, you let out a load moan; however, you wanted him to be sure of what you wanted. “Harder,” you told him, you were out of breath.

Daemon groaned and began to slap your butt harder this time, only to earn a louder and longer moan from you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered as he held you from your silver hair and pulled it so that your head was not resting on the bed anymore. “The way your cunt tightens around my cock each time I slap your ass,”

“Daemon,” you cried out his name as he found your sweet spot once again. “Daemon, please!”

The Rogue Prince clicked his tongue, letting your hair go. Your head fell down onto the sheets of your bed. “Patience, Princess. I will soon give you the bliss you desire.”

“Fuck,” you grunted, which was interrupted by a moan as Daemon thrusted deeper. After slapping your ass one more time, he slowed down his pace and eventually pulled out once again. As he turned you on your back, you were trying to steady your breathing.

Daemon climbed onto the bed, his figure towering over yours. “I want you to beg, Y/N.” He said as he took one of your pillows. Motioning you to lift your hips, he placed the pillow under your lower back so that he could find a position which allowed him to thrust deep enough and easily rub your clit at the same time.

“I am already begging, Daemon.” You responded, watching him stand on his knees. As you lifted your legs and bent your knees, Daemon pulled your hips more to himself and pressed back your knees.

His hands returned to your hips when he saw you holding your knees. “Then you shall do better, darling.”

In mere seconds, Daemon had you seeing stars once again and this time, you could easily feel the leash slipping from your fingers as you found yourself crying out his name every time he thrusted into you. You tried biting your lower lip and closing your eyes but it was no use. The feeling in your stomach was swiftly building up.

“Daemon, please,” you were literally begging him as your eyes found his darkened ones. The grunts leaving his lips and the sweat building up on his forehead was showing that he, too, was dangerously close to the edge. “I cannot hold back anymore.”

“Say it,” he whispered as his fingers found your clit once more, causing your moans to get louder. “What do you want me to do?”

You bit your lower lip while one of your hands let go of your leg to hold Daemon’s forearm. “Please, let me cum!”

The movement of Daemon’s fingers gained speed, which made you cry out his name. “Good girl. Good, good girl,” he spoke with a husky tone, his eyes never leaving yours. “Now come for me.”

And with that, you let go.

In a few seconds, you felt yourself reaching your high as the feeling in your stomach built up to its highest point. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably when you came, you were crying out Daemon’s name as you rode one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. For a while, it felt as if your consciousness had shifted to another reality, then the stars went away as the last pieces of your bliss left your body.

“Fuck,” Daemon grunted, it was easy to tell that he was about to hit the edge as well. “Do you want me to let my cum fill you?” he asked. Even though you knew the risks -that you might fall pregnant with his child -you didn’t care. In fact, deep down you wanted to carry his child.

So, you nodded.

A different kind of warmth filled your insides as Daemon let his seed fill you. You realised you loved the way he grunted your name over and over again as he reached his high.

For a while, silence filled your chambers as Daemon lied on your chest, his cock still inside you. Then, slowly, he lifted himself up and pulled out, only to lie down right next to you. Wrapping his left hand around your waist, he pulled you against his chest and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I do not want you to marry that fuckface.” He muttered while running the fingers of his hand along your face.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, leaving yourself entirely to Daemon’s soothing touches. “Well, what other choice do I have?” You asked him with a low voice. “Other than to run away?”

“Marry me.”

You quickly opened your eyes upon hearing Daemon’s words. He was still caressing your face as if what he had just said was the most casual thing to have left his lips in his life. “You’re joking, right?”

However, the Rogue Prince had a serious expression on his face as his eyes studied your reaction. “I mean it, Y/N.” He said. “You are a strong, powerful, and gorgeous Targaryen princess; marrying you to some fucked-up Lord in a fucked-up castle would do you no justice.” He let his hand slide down your arm and rest on your hip. “A dragon like you should never settle for less.”

You raised an eyebrow at his direction. “And you believe that this particular dragon should settle for you, my Prince?” you asked with a playful tone.

“Only a dragon can tame another, Princess.” Daemon spoke as he made you lie on his chest. Straddling him, you pushed yourself up to seated. The edge of Daemon’s lip curled upwards. “And the mentioned dragon has proven to be able to successfully tame his Princes, has he not?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he laughed at your reaction. “Asshole,”

“And,” Daemon said while he rested his hands on your hips, “I’d probably crush Jason Lannister’s head if he were to lay his hands on you.”

With a smirk on your lips, you leaned forwards to kiss him. “I want to marry you, too, Daemon.” You whispered after parting your lips, “but you need to talk with the King first.”

He nodded slowly, then a mischievous spark appeared in his purple eyes as he cupped one of your breasts, toying with your nipple. “Seeing you on top right now makes me wonder,” he spoke with a low voice, “how hot you’d seem if you rode me.”

“Well, my Prince,” you said while you leaned into him once again, “the night is long.”

~~~

Thank you for reading! Since I'm finished with these short series, I'm open to requests and I'd like to write some more before uni starts again in two weeks -_-

I mainly write pairings with Tom Riddle, Sirius Black, Anakin Skywalker, The Darkling, Kylo Ren, Zuko, Fjor Jutul, and (of course) Daemon Targaryen; but I could write with other characters as well, as long as I know them ^-^

[chaiiitime]

It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : A broken car. A sleepy little village. It was a scary feeling to see all the excuses you made to hate each other slowly crumble away. Wild curls. Inked skin. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let go.

Stranded together off the beaten path, Adriana and Daniel realised it was too easy to give in to the feelings growing between them.

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 4

They woke up, limbs tangled on the cotton sheets. Adriana pretended she was still sleeping and Daniel let her pretend as he slipped out of bed, both of them grateful for the extra moment before they had to actually face what had happened yesterday.

Adriana had been so wrecked after her orgasm that Daniel had had to literally tow her out of the water. He had carefully pulled her straps back in place while she’d held on to his shoulders in a daze. They’d stumbled home without saying anything, and drowsy from the sun and wine she’d had at dinner, Adriana had fallen asleep before they could talk. 

Yesterday, she’d felt embarrassed that she had so easily given in after … after all she had accused him of. She’d fallen so easily, but she would be lying to herself if she denied that everything that had happened between them had been almost inevitable. They’d been building towards this since Adriana had walked out of the airport and seen Daniel leaning against the car, waiting for her. 

As soon as she had felt Daniel’s breath ghost over her skin, seen the molten honey of his eyes, she’d been all in. 

Her hand drifted down to her breasts, softly cupping over her flesh still sensitive from the way he had coaxed pleasure from her body. He had left a bruise there, just above her nipple, the purple blooming over the swell of her right breast as she had stood in the shower yesterday — an ephemeral evidence of the white-hot desire they’d shared. 

She couldn’t possibly regret it when it was the hottest encounter of her life — not that it was much of an encounter given how she was the only one who had come. She’d never been the type to engage in casual sexual relationships, but maybe now was the time for her to be more free, to let things flow, to finally be impulsive. 

If this thing with Daniel led her to a few more orgasms while on holiday, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

~

Daniel opened one of the travel-sized bottles Adriana had left lined up in the shower and sniffed — it smelled citrusy and sharp, it smelled like her. 

Would it be wrong if he lathered it over his hand and reached down to touch himself? He’d been hard since yesterday, since he’d touched Adriana and seen how beautiful she looked when she let go. And then, this morning he’d woken up surrounded by her scent, her hair sprawled out over the pillows, her softness against his hardness. 

He closed the bottle in frustration, picking up the generic bar of soap to lather himself in quick economical moves. He cursed at the tepid pressure of the water in the old plumbing because he desperately needed a harsh cold jet spray to get his dick to behave. 

When he stepped out of the bathroom, Adriana was out of bed, ruffling through her suitcase. 

“Hey,” she flashed him a soft smile as she looked up. 

Daniel cleared his throat, “— hey.” He had been expecting words of recrimination, had expected her to rightfully call him out for taking advantage of her yesterday. So he was a bit taken aback by her calmness. 

They stayed suspended for a moment in awkward silence as they both tried to think whether or not to broach the one thing on their mind. 

“About yesterday, I’m sor—“

“Daniel —“ Adriana cut him off as she got up and walked towards him. “You don’t have to apologise, we’re both consenting adults. I was a hundred percent willing participant, so …”

Daniel was oddly quiet as she trailed off. 

“Not that I am entertaining any notion of a relationship with you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she added quickly. Wouldn’t it just be embarrassing if Daniel thought she expected a commitment from him now? 

“Don’t worry I’m not going to demand that you marry me to protect my virtue or anything like that.”  She tried to joke in the hope she sounded blasé, like she had casual sexual encounters all the time. 

“Damn —“ Daniel flashed her a lopsided grin as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “I was about to demand that you marry me for taking advantage of me. I guess, I’ll have to find a way to go on living in society with my ruined virtue.”

His little joke had the effect he wanted as she smiled, looking adorably young. 

“I mean I sort of did take advantage of you because you know, you didn’t — ” she stammered. 

“I didn’t what?” His smile was wolfish as he watched her blush. 

“You didn’t get to —“ her eyes briefly flitted down to his crotch, “— come.” 

The breathy way she said that last word had Daniel instantly hard in his shorts. He wished she would stop sneaking glances at his little friend because he didn’t think he would be able to stop it from making an appearance much longer. 

“Do you want me to —“ her tongue snaked out to wet her lips as she gestured wordlessly towards his crotch. 

“What kind of an asshole do you think I am?” Daniel stepped closer to her, eyes all dark and serious. “I’m not going to ask you for anything in return just because I made you come.

“I enjoyed making you come.” His voice was lighter now, faint laugh lines playing around his eyes. “And I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

~

ADRIANA WAS MAD AT Daniel. He couldn’t just say something like that and walk out of the room. There was a bed right there that they could have put to good use. 

Was that how it was to be around Daniel Ricciardo, she mused as she lazily turned the page of her novel, you thought about nothing but sex? 

She’d sat through breakfast, feverish with desire as Daniel had chatted easily with the Gonzales. Miguel had suggested they take his small boat out to sea and Daniel had laughingly declined, joking that with their luck, they’d somehow end up capsized. So, they’d naturally found themselves back at their little cove from yesterday.  

It was a bit alarming how quickly Adriana had come to think of it as their cove.  

A shadow fell over her. She looked up, squinting at Daniel hovering over her. He deliberately shook the water from his curls, letting the droplets fall on her.

“What are you, five?” She said as she shielded her eyes from the sun. 

He smiled innocently at her, his dimples making an appearance. It was quite the contrasting combination — the boyishness of his dimples and the not-so-innocent kind of thoughts his stubble inspired. He flung himself down on her towel, jostling her shoulders as Adriana shifted to make space for him. 

“You need to top up your sunscreen,” Adriana said as she ruffled in her beach bag for the sunscreen.  The bridge of his nose had turned slightly red, making his freckles even more prominent. 

“Lather me up,” Daniel said as he scrunched up his nose. So, Adriana reached out, smoothing the coconut-scented lotion over the bump of his nose, tracing the slanted curve of his brows, his stubble tickling her hand. 

“Your turn now,” he said as he took the bottle from her and shook some lotion out onto his palm. He carefully rubbed the lotion into her skin, along the bridge of her nose, his thumb grazing her Cupid’s bow. 

Adriana’s breath hitched, Daniel’s touch igniting a delicious burn wherever he touched her. She made to move away, but Daniel gently grasped her chin. 

He tsk-tsked as he said, “I think I missed a spot.”  His fingers drifted down her throat, circling tormentingly over her fluttering pulse, trailing along her clavicle and dipping shamelessly into her cleavage. 

“There, you’re all good now.” Daniel said in the most infuriating drawl as he watched the flush spread over her skin. She’d swapped the one-piece for a bikini today and those scraps of barely-there material were taunting him. 

He could press her down on the sand right here and have his sweet way with her, with the waves lapping at their feet and the sun beating down on them, but one thing racing had taught him — sometimes the reward was a bit sweeter if you were patient. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but —“ Daniel shifted on his side as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at her, the chain around his neck catching the sun. “Is your book even any good?” He asked as he watched her fiddle with the pages. “Looks like you’re still stuck at the same place as yesterday.”

She surprised him with a bashful laugh. 

“I guess not,” she said as she gave up the pretense of reading. “I think I just wanted a book with a pretty cover.” She turned the book towards him, showing him the sparkly trail of stars painted on a deep blue. 

“I thought the first rule about books is not to judge one by its cover,” he joked. 

“Well, this one fooled me,” she said as she placed the book aside and leaned back to mirror his pose. 

“Not even a nice cover can get me to read a book.”

“Not a fan of reading, are you?” She teased. 

“Nopes,” he popped the P at the end as he smiled. “Can never sit still long enough to read one —

“And I know what you’re going to say. Sitting in an F1 car for two hours to go round a circuit is very different.”

“I’m trying to imagine teenage Daniel sitting through English class.” She made a mental note to google pictures of younger Danny later — there must be quite a few out there, right?

“Oh I was a terror!” He said with a laugh. “I think my teacher had PTSD from having me in her class. 

“I was so disruptive,” he said, almost wistfully. “In fact, one time they had to call my mum in to ask if I had, you know, any learning difficulties and then, this, in turn, made my mum even more anxious about me. 

“She used to threaten revoking my karting privileges if I didn’t study.”

“Did you then — study?”

“Ah, hell nah!” Dimples flashed. “I used to copy stuff off this girl that sat in front of me. She was —“ He reached out, twinning a strand of her hair around his finger, looking at the burnished copper that the sun brought out in it. “— just like you. Nerdy, smart, the hottest little miss know-it-all.”

“Bold of you to assume I was a know-it-all,” she said almost indignantly, playfully knocking him on his shoulder.

Daniel lifted his eyebrows at her, as if to say really? 

“Okay, fine,” she rolled her eyes at him as she relented. “I went to an all-girls school, we were all know-it-alls.”

Daniel shifted closer to her, the look in his eyes lambent with the simmering desire between them. “But did you wear glasses and those tiny pleated plaid skirts?” 

“I’ll have you know, my skirt was by no means tiny. It was exactly the length that the school rule book stated,” she said primly. 

Daniel smiled at the image of prim and proper Adriana and wondered what it would have taken to ruffle her. He looked at her now, all loose and almost carefree, so different from the woman who had gotten into the car with him in Barcelona. 

He wanted to be carefree with her, he realised. Just for the span of a few days, he didn’t want to think about racing, didn’t want to worry about the championship fight, didn’t want to think about anything but this right here. He just wanted to laugh, drink good wine and make memories that he would think about when he would be alone in some hotel room in some random corner of the world. 

“Wanna go climb that cliff?” His voice was scratchy when he spoke again.

“Can’t sit still for too long, can you?” Adriana laughed as he sheepishly shrugged.  

She looked at the cliff over her shoulder.  “It’s quite steep,” she said apprehensively. 

“Come on,” Daniel said as he got up and stretched his hand out to her. “It’ll be fun. Think how good it’ll feel when you make it to the top.”

Halfway up the bluff, Adriana made the mistake of looking down and seeing the jagged edges — it would be an ugly tumble from where she was. 

“Don’t look down,” Daniel said from right above her. “Keep your eyes on me.”

“Yeah, well —“ Adriana was going to kill him when they got to the top. “I can’t see much of anything with your whole ass in my face,” she said sarcastically. 

“And isn’t it a nice view?” He joked with a little wiggle of his hips. 

He crouched down towards her, his brown eyes serious for a moment. “Feel the rocks under your hand, Adri —“ There was something about the familiarity of him shortening her name. “They’re warm and sturdy, they’re not going to crumble under your hands. We take one step at a time, yeah?” 

He waited for her little nod before continuing on, patiently guiding her where to step, letting her take the time she needed.  When they reached the top, he reached down, his hand wrapping securely around her wrist as he pulled her up.  

“The view’s worth it, isn’t it?” He breathed into her ear, his arms around her waist anchoring her to him, his body buffering her from the light wind that had picked up.  

The weathered rock was warm and rough under their feet as they carefully moved closer to the ledge, Daniel letting out a nervous huff as they peered down at the waves.

“I’m actually scared of heights, you know,” he said with the biggest smile.

“That’s very reassuring, thank you very much,” Adriana said wryly as she watched him step even closer to the edge.

“Ever been cliff jumping?”

Uh oh. Adriana was coming to know very well what that glint in Daniel’s eyes meant. She let out an incredulous chuckle as she shook her head at him.

“What?!” Daniel said.

“How do you go from ‘oh I’m scared of heights’ to –” She gestured almost in disbelief, “‘yeah, I should definitely throw my body off this cliff’? Like, what’s your thought process here?” Adriana imagined it was the same thought process that pushed this man to fling a car at 300KM/H on a tight twisty circuit as his day job.

Daniel shrugged, almost too matter-of-factly.  “It’s just, I’ve tried to push myself over time to reduce my fear.  Like, once every two weeks, I try to do something that scares me –”

“Oh, like out-braking another car around a corner at insane speeds is not scary enough for you?” She interrupted him and he laughed.

“Ok, maybe I am an adrenaline junkie,” he conceded with a smile, “but conquering a fear –” His eyes were serious now, his hand lightly thumping his chest “– that sort of stuff makes you feel alive, and it challenges you, and tests you.  And once you’ve done it, you’ll feel so proud of yourself, and trust me, it feels fucking awesome.”

“You in?” Daniel silently held his hand out and Adriana placed hers in his.

“Ready?”

“No,” she said shakily as they took a few steps back, then they were running at full speed over the edge, Daniel giving a whoop of excitement as Adriana screamed. 

There was a moment of breathless weightlessness, then the wind was engulfing them, their bodies vibrating with tension and the rush of danger as they fell, the ocean below cushioning their fall.

It was terrifying. It was exhilarating and liberating.

Muscles trembling, her heart beating furiously as adrenaline raced through her blood, Adriana swam to the surface.  She broke through, gasping for air as she sought out Daniel.  He swam towards her with a smile, his hand snaking around her waist to bring her closer.

“Admit it, you loved it.”

Adriana’s lips brushed the tattoo on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, an almost feather-light kiss.  Of love and life. She looked up in his eyes, feeling so exuberantly alive in the moment.

“Yes. Yes, I loved it,” she murmured as Daniel bent down, his lips catching hers in a kiss, slow and deep.

~

“ONLY A PSYCHOPATH would choose passion fruit gelato,” Daniel scoffed as they left the tiny ice cream shop. 

“Fruits have no place in desserts, that’s like a crime.  It has to be like a caramel or a chocolate flavour–” He stopped to lick his rapidly melting cone of ice cream.  He’d gone with one scoop of caramel and one scoop of vanilla, like a normal person. “Even like a vanilla is acceptable.  I would even forgive a person who chooses anything strawberry-flavoured, but passion fruit?” He shook his head indignantly.

Adriana hummed as she enjoyed her gelato. Much to Daniel’s horror, she’d gone with a scoop of mango and a scoop of passion fruit.  It was light and refreshing – a favourite summer combo of hers.  “Well, don’t diss it until you’ve tried it,” she said as she held her cone out to Daniel. 

He bent down, his tongue tracking along the swirl that her own tongue had left behind.  Adriana watched in amused silence as he exaggeratedly smacked his lips, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the tanginess hit his taste buds.  She laughed as he bent down, unable to resist another taste of her passion fruit gelato. “See, it’s good, isn’t it?” She said as she held out her cone for him.  “It’s the acidity, it makes you want more and more.”

“Ok, you win,” Daniel conceded.  “It’s actually very good.”

“Stick with me, Ricciardo.  I’ll teach you the finer things in life,” she joked as they walked towards the beach. 

The night sky was streaked purple with the last rays of the dying sun.  They were both filled with that kind of dopey tiredness that came from spending the perfect summer day. They’d ended up exploring the village after their swim, walking the little alleyways and taking respite in the church when it had gotten too hot. Daniel had stopped each time to take a picture of something or the other and each time, he’d proudly shown her his shot. Every single picture had been out of focus and a bit blurry, just a random assortment of shapes and shadows, but he’d looked so proud of himself that Adriana hadn’t had the heart to tell him the truth about his photography skills. 

They sat down, toes curling in the still-warm sand.  Adriana tipped her head back, watching as the stars appeared one by one in the sky.  She was filled with a strange kind of melancholy in that moment.  The mechanic had sent word with Miguel that their car would be ready by late morning tomorrow.  She should be happy – they would be able to make the rehearsal dinner after all. This was all she’d wanted since the beginning, so why was she sad that this interlude with Daniel was coming to an end?

She laid back in the sand, clasping her hands over her midriff. “You never get to see the stars like this in the city,” she said with a sigh, a strange lump forming in her throat. 

Daniel laid down next to her, his arm brushing hers as he did so. “You should come see the stars on my farm,” he said as he propped his arms behind his head. “They look even brighter than this there.”

Adriana smiled wistfully at him, her heart thundering at the possibility of them existing beyond this moment. It was a throwaway comment, one made in the moment, she reminded herself. There would be no ‘them’ when they would get out of the car tomorrow. And it was fine, because that was how it was always meant to be.

She shifted on her side, looking over at Daniel. He looked soft in the dying light, almost drowsy, his body and face devoid of his usual nervous energy. The sleeves of his t-shirt had slipped down and Adriana could see the dense springy hairs of his armpits peaking past the hem, the interlocking letters of his LA tattoo getting almost lost in the dark growth. Just below it, usually hidden from view, was his tattoo of a baby carrying a skull and sword. 

Unable to resist, she reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the outline of the skull then slipping down to the cowgirl inked on the outside of his biceps, her thumb coming to rest just over the imaginary cowgirl’s lips. 

“Does it hurt, getting a tattoo?” She asked in a whisper. 

Daniel watched the way her fingers fluttered over his skin, her touch eliciting a ghost prickling sensation along his nerve endings. He hummed in answer, “it’s the addictive kind of pain. I guess it’s the whole pain and pleasure thing. You get through the pain to get something at the end.”

She propped her chin on his shoulder as she continued her exploration of the ink on his arm. “I like this one,” she said, her fingers coming to rest on the little cherub on his forearm. She loved how his belly button was aligned with one of the moles on Daniel’s arm, creating a sort of weird symmetry. “Does it have a meaning?” She asked as her nails scratched along the surprisingly detailed wings. 

“Red Bull gives you wings?” He joked, but she was looking at him intently, still waiting for an answer. “You know —” he shrugged, wanting to escape her searching gaze. “Cupid, god of love and all that,” he stammered, not wanting her to know how much thought he’d actually put in choosing every single one of his tattoos. He wished she took him at face value, like all other people seemed to do, like how they all thought he never stopped to think before doing something. 

He looked down at her, where her face rested in the crook of his neck. She had a knowing smile on her face, as if she’d seen to the core of him. “Which one’s your favourite then?” She asked, her questions endless. 

Daniel smiled, his hand snaking around her waist to bring her closer. “Maybe the little ‘3’ here,” he said, showing her where it was tattooed on his pinky. If he ever became world champion, there was no chance that he would ever ditch his beloved number ‘3’ for the number one.

“Or, maybe the ship and lighthouse on my knee,” he said as he shifted his leg towards her. “It was my first one. I thought if I got a big one, that would be it, but I was wrong,” he said with a laugh. 

Of course, her hand slipped down, Daniel watching her trace the familiar blue of the waves etched there. “I was young and idealistic. I wanted to get something that represented me leaving home and my whole journey to reach F1.”

He looked down at the rolling script inked there. No regrets, only memories. Even after all the shit of the last few years, it still rang true. 

“Was it scary leaving home so young?” She looked up at him, her hand warm where it still rested on the inside of his knee. 

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “But nothing would have stopped me. I was hell-bent on racing.”

“You know you’re one of the lucky ones, right?”

“Why?” He asked, “because I made it to F1?”

“No,” she said softly, “because very few people are lucky enough to have this kind of passion for something in life and on top of that, to actually get to live it everyday.”

“The rest of us,” her voice was muffled, her face pressed against his shirt, “we just drift through life. We get up and get a job because that’s what society expects of us.” 

Daniel didn’t agree. It must take a lot of dedication and discipline to get to where she was in life. He tightened his arm around her, his lips brushing the top of her head. “That’s not true. I know for sure the other side is shitting their pants when they see you walking into a room. You’re a bad-ass lawyer, Adriana. Like a slayer of justice.”

“That’s the thing,” she said with a huff. “I didn’t go into law for any altruistic or passionate reason. I mean, I like the challenge of my job, but I’m not doing anything much other than make my clients money.”

“Why did you choose the law then?”

She was quiet for a moment and Daniel thought she was not going to answer. 

“We grew up very privileged, Carmen and I,” she said quietly. “Our family was well-off, our friends were well-off. Money was never an issue until my dad made some bad investments and we lost nearly everything. I don’t think Carmen knows to this day how bad things were, but I was older, I knew. I saw how it nearly killed my dad, nearly broke my parents’ marriage even. So, when I got the opportunity to study law in England, I took it because all I wanted was a stable job that paid well.”

“Money doesn’t have to be the evil that most people make it out to be,” his voice was more animated now as he spoke. “I mean, I know people think I left Red Bull for Renault because of money and honestly, I couldn’t care less what they think.

“That money allowed me to set my parents up for the rest of their lives after all they’ve sacrificed to send me to Europe.  It’s about me ensuring a secure future for my kids once I’m retired, and I know people will be after me if I ever say this in public,” he said with a laugh, “but I’m bloody proud that I was able to give my mom a Birkin.  I know it’s materialistic, but nothing compares to the fucking pleasure I get from spoiling my family and seeing the delight on their faces. So, if your job gives you the stability you want, I just think you shouldn’t feel guilty about it simply because you’re not out there curing world hunger or whatever.”

Adriana reached up, placing a soft kiss on his chin. “Thank you,” she whispered against his stubble.

They lapsed into silence for a moment, letting the sound of the waves drift around them.

“I really brought the whole mood down, didn’t I?” She choked out with a laugh, burrowing her face in the crook of his neck.

“No, you didn’t,” Daniel said, brushing his lips against hers.

“I think you should get your mom a Kelly to go with her new Hermès collection.”

“I will,” he said, his shoulders shaking with laughter.  “I’ll even get her one in the ugliest shade of neon green or something, just to keep with the new-money athlete look.”

He shifted closer to her, the hand around her waist moving down to rest on the curve of her ass, “I’m thinking –

“This is our last night here, so what do you say about one last dip in the ocean?” He said with a wink.

Adriana lifted herself up on one elbow.  “Daniel Ricciardo,” she poked him in the chest, “I have already thrown myself off a cliff for you today.  I am not going to go for a swim in the dark.”

“Come on,” he pouted at her.  “It’s going to be fun!” He said as his hands slipped to her sides to tickle her.

“No!” she laughed as she slapped his hands away.  He got up, whipping his shirt off and taking her by surprise, effortlessly threw her over his shoulder as he carried her towards the water.

The night echoed with the sounds of her shrieks and his laughter as once again, the waves engulfed them for a final time.

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[cheriecelestial]

Melody of a Muse

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ angst, eventual mature content, crude humour, strong language, typos, grammatical errors, cliché moments

genre *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ drama, romance, Band AU, Reverse Harem

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ because I think I could take all four of ‘em. Tho I seriously need to come up with a better title than that lame ass one I’m currently using (I’m accepting suggestions)

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Chapter One

𝔊oing live in ..

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"It's ya girl Irris. How's everyone feeling today ?" The blonde girl chirped infront of the camera as she subconsciously adjusted a lock of hair in front of her face. As soon as she logged in, comments flooded into her chat. She glanced at the numbers on her neon screen and smiled, satisfied with the viewership. She started her stream with usual one sided small talk and usual pleasantries. Her hand reached out to adjust the light source to directly focus on her face. Y/N, or as she went by online - Irris, noticed that she might've applied a bit too much highlighter that gleamed under the pastel purple monochromatic light. But of course that didn't bother the fans one bit , in fact they probably felt that she looked like a fairy. Despite how burdening it might have felt sometimes, Y/N was used to public attention and enjoyed it thoroughly.

" Today is a very special day. A day worth celebrating.", the girl beamed and the comments seemed to pour in rapidly. Fans just grew more curious by the second as to what she was going to announce. Y/N skimmed through the comments suggesting the most bizarre things, from relationship announcements to pregnancies to switching career paths. The wild guesses earned a chuckle out of the blonde woman.

"No no it's none of that but first - " she started with her hand disappearing from the audience's line of view. The woman took her sweet-sweet time in retrieving the items she prepared for her stream. The reactions of the impatient and curious crowd never failed to fascinate her.

"Ta-da" she smiled as she produced a bottle of strawberry champagne and a wine glass. A wine glass ? What for ? asked the audience.

"I have some good news and awesome news. Which one first ?" She winked playfully at the camera. She could almost hear her fans the excitement of her fans resonating from the chat.

" So good news first. My contract with Abssosque Entertainment is up so I'm officially free and the awesome news is ..." she trailed off as if waiting for imaginary drum roll ,"I got an offer from Teyvat Entertainment and I'll be a part of the Teyvat Family soon !" On hearing this the chat went nuts.

Irrisisluv : YASSSSKEHAKD QUEEN PURR💅💅✨

Nyako7 : The queen finally getting the treatment she deserves (๑>◡<๑)

Kai00 : SLAYYYYY

Irrissimp : Now that our goddess is out . Time to burn that shit down. Get the gasoline boys.

Gangstagurl23 : CONGRATSSSSS BAE

Icantstoptwinkling : * insert Dobby voice* Mother is free .

Irrissteponme : Irris lookin fine as fuck like Excuse me? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.

Princessmurderkill : Ahakdhabskalja I can finally die in peace .

Mikosslut : Yaemiko x Irris when ?

Kaeyaismyreligion : OMGGGGHAJHSKA YASS YAEMIKO X IRRIS IS A NEED . MOMMYx2

Childessluttywaist : Those Teyvat bitches better treat our goddess the way she deserves or else imma commit a felony.

" Yes yes I know. I'm excited too. I wonder what Teyvat Ent. has in store for me. But I know that I am going to thoroughly enjoy my time there for a fact." After replying to a few more comments and addressing some questions, she poured herself a glass and champagne and did a cheered a toast towards the camera. Drinking on stream was a big no-no but she thought that it could be excused just this once.

" Hey Y/N have you seen my -" she heard her door creak open and saw her brother, Dainsleif. " Oh I didn't realise that you were on a stream. I'll come back later." He quickly apologised and turned to leave

" No no Dain. Wait. We were just celebrating. Come sit" She patted her hand on the couch and smiled encouragingly. Dainsleif paused for a moment and then walked in and took his spot next to her. " Hello guys" he started awkwardly, somewhat unfamiliar with streaming.

However Y/N smile dropped when she saw her chat. The excitement and bubbling joy of her fans had turned into ruthless and horrible hate comments. She bit the inside of her cheek till she tasted blood. Her brother noticed how the atmosphere changed and her sister's sunny disposition turned gloomy. " I should go. I have work anyway ." He said with a melancholic smile. Y/N looked up and nodded wordlessly. She knew that resisting would only look her brother look bad. She wanted to say how the people are wrong about their perception of her brother, how he wasn't the one at fault, how all of this was so unfair. But she couldn't.

Celebrities can't do that. They can't be angry, sad or even frustrated. God forbid they exhibit any other emotion apart from unfaltering happiness. However there wasn't anything she could do about it, there was no way to change the way people thought. So as much as she disliked it, she just accepted it as her fate and went with the flow - switching her brain off and putting on her practiced and perfectly curated selling smile. It left a bad taste in her mouth but that's what people liked so who was she to complain .

" Anyways people. Let's not dampen the mood." She clapped her hands and continued as if nothing happened. After the 'celebration', she continued with her usual stream content. And as she kept talking, the chat gradually regained its joyous fervour. About an hour's worth of streaming, she said her goodbyes and wrapped up her stream.

" Fucking finally" Y/N got up and stretched. " You done ?" She heard her brother's voice from the living room. She walked into the living room and saw him lounging on the couch, watching some hallmark romance film. " What tells ?" She plopped down and cuddled into the fluffy blanket on the couch. "You never cuss on camera", he stated in a manner of explanation and she scoffed ," You know 'cause I got manners and shit ." She spoke in a tone she never used on camera. On air, her voice was always atleast a couple octaves higher than her real voice.

Her brother chuckled at the stark difference between Irris and Y/N, consequently earning a smack from her. Y/N titled her head onto her brother's shoulder and said in a somewhat melancholic tone " I'm going to miss this."

" Me too"

" Can't you come with me ?" She sprang up and looked at him pleadingly. Her brother just groaned wearily," You know I can't. I made a promise."  A promise. Right. With the person who got him in the mess he was. Y/N was bitter that her brother cared about that person enough for basically ruin his career. But deep down she knew that it wasn't the person that caused him to do it, it was his own sense of morality. She sometimes really hated how righteous her brother could be. She looked around the room and saw all the cardboard boxes labelled with her stuff. Her brother would have been able to leave that god awful company and come with her, had that promise not held him back.

" Whatever"

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

With the final riff of Diluc's guitar and the bang of the drums , the lead singer hit his last note . Kaeya and Childe whooped at the crowd and they cheered back . The members waved at their audience as their leader Zhongli , better known as Morax , delivered the ending thank you message. The arena was filled with applause and chants of their names . Kaeya tapped his mic and began speaking," And as promised." He looked to Diluc who rolled his eyes at his brother's antics but nonetheless took his guitar pick, kissed it and tossed it into the crowd. All of them left their spots and stood at the edge of the stage in frenzy to catch it. " Everyone thank you for coming ."

" We are DCKZ !"

And with the final cheer, the stage fell dark. The members hurried backstage and were instantly flocked by staff, offering them water bottles, towels and what not. " Man I'm beat." Childe, the main rapper, huffed. "Me too" Kaeya hummed in agreement.

"Today's  show was stunning. Good work everyone." Albedo, their manager, clapped his hand together and offered them an encouraging smile. "Bedooooooo-" Childe whined and tried to engulf the shorter blonde man in a bear hug but was pulled back by Diluc grabbing the back of his collar. " Go shower first you sweaty piece of shit"

"Right back 'atcha Luc" he scowled and shook Diluc’s hand off. Albedo let out a small sigh which sounded somewhat like a tired laugh and waited for them to settle everything amongst themselves. He was way too used to this by now.

After everyone was done with showering and a change of fresh clothes, Albedo waited for them in their van parked backstage. The drive was started with the usual - Zhongli trying to catch some rest with his head leaned back against the seat. Kaeya and Childe bickering about something and jointly annoying Diluc, who in turn snapped at them.

Childe's phone chimed with an app notification and his eyes widened. "Everybody hush !" He commanded loudly , waking up Zhongli in the process.

" Wha-" Zhongli mumbled in a daze. Kaeya peeked over the main rapper's shoulder and saw what he was watching ," Simp" is all he said. Diluc raised his eyebrow in questioning. He acted like he didn't like the drama but deep down he really enjoyed it. Especially considering that his deepest darkest secret was that he often rented a hotel room to go and watch every episode of 'Keeping up with the Shogun' so that no one finds out and teases him about it.

" It's some YouTuber he follows. Irris, is it ?" Zhongli guessed and the ginger nodded wordlessly without looking up from the screen.

" What's so special about her ?" Diluc scoffed. According to him, all YouTubers and influencers were the same - pretty faces with zero substance and a bad case of celebrity complex. And in his defence, he had never come across anyone who disputed his belief so he  had no reason to believe that she would be any different either. He saw influencers as pretentious, vain, overpaid salespeople and the word invoked images of reality celebrity, artifice, undeserved riches, wastefulness and  textbook narcissism . And Childe liking her made her all the more repulsive to Diluc.

" Don't you dare disrespect my waifu !" Childe barked defensively, causing Diluc to merely roll his eyes and look away. Kaeya turned to Childe and grabbed his shoulders," Hey buddy we've talked about this. You can't wife random women you've never met . Hmm ?" He cooed as if talking to a five year old though given his behaviour he might as well be one. " She's not random ! She's Irris ! And plus I've met her at a YouTube seminar once" Childe protested, cradling his phone closer to his chest almost as if his phone were Irris and he was protecting her from his fellow band members.

" Everyone please just calm down." The three turned their attention to their leader who had visibly grown tired of their bickering. " Whatever I bet she's just as fake as the others" Diluc muttered to himself and sunk further back into his seat , not wanting to debate the topic any further. " What did you just say you emo fatherless edgelord motherf-" The youngest fumed as looked like he was ready to pounce on the red head any second.

" I believe -" the four were interjected by their Manager's voice from the driver's seat. He had been listening to them much like he often did, however he never felt the need to intervene in their conversations. So naturally, everyone was surprised at Albedo's words. " - it's unfair to built a prejudiced perception of her on your previous understanding of influencers and Tartaglia's liking. Additionally, her job entails multiple facets such as modelling, streaming, hosting variety shows apart from just being an influencer and she also so happens to be a proficient dancer. So I think it's best you research a bit more and form a more educated opinion."

He's totally a hardcore stan. The thought resonated in band members' minds in unison.

They silently agreed to not discuss the topic further in fear of offending their manager. Albedo, though younger than all of them, held respect in everyone's eyes. He was a skilled worker who had gotten them out of numerous potential scandals and becoming victims of the cancel culture. He was someone who did his job a little so diligently that Childe sometimes questioned if he even had a social life at this point. But Kaeya and Diluc knew that he was going out with a sales manager from their company and regularly babysat his colleague's daughter. Heavens know where he gets the time for that.

"Diluc -" Childe looked up from the screen with a look of sheer surprise and glee. " What ?" Diluc asked annoyed.

" Can you please tell Jean that I love her ?"

" What the fuck -" And before Diluc could react further Childe added ," Irris is coming to Teyvat"

" HUH ?!"

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[kit-walk3r]

You mentioned you could flesh some of the Evans as Parents out into oneshots and asked if anyone would have interest in some in particular... well I gotta say that dad Kit and dad Colin are way too adorable hahaha... if it's okay could you write oneshots for these two parenting pretty please? thank you 💗

Thank you for the request! I’m glad that people liked my Evans as parents headcanons and wanted to read more! This one is for Colin but Kit will be coming along soon. Enjoy 💓

I’ll Always Be Here (dad!Colin Zabel x fem!reader)

A bad case really shakes Colin up and he needs to be with his little girl.

Warnings: mention of a child death (the same one from Colin’s case in MoE)

Note: My first Colin fic! It’s a little short but I hope people still like it. Also I had no clue what to name Colin’ daughter so I went on a random name generator and got Millie. It’s cute so it works 🤷‍♀️

It had been a tough day, one of those days you just want to forget. One of those days you never wanted to face. Colin had to do the unthinkable today. He’d had to tell two parents that their ten year old daughter had died, the girl they still hoped was alive out there. After months of investigation she had finally been found, just not in the condition Colin, the parents and probably everyone hoped for. It had been an awful day.

After hearing about the breakthrough in Colin’s case you knew you couldn’t go to bed before he got home, knowing that he’d need your support as soon as he stepped through the door. So, after you’d bathed Millie and put her to bed you settled down on the couch and put on some random movie, waiting for Colin to come home.

It was 2am when he finally got home, and you were still awake on the sofa waiting for him.

Colin looked utterly defeated as he stepped through the door. His face was pale, dark circles were under his eyes and just the way he held his body was sad. You were instantly up from the couch and pulling Colin into your arms, hugging him. His arms automatically wrapped around you and he clung to you tightly, pressing his face into your neck. You felt a dampness against your skin and you realised he was crying.

“She was only ten,” he cried and you tightened your hold on him, just being there for him. He needed you right now, and you were going to be the best comfort you could be.

“You found her, Colin,” you murmured, pulling back from the hug to look him directly in his bloodshot eyes. You cupped his cheek. “You found her and you brought her home.”

“But not alive,” Colin’s voice was barely audible, but you could still hear the heartbreak. He sniffed and wiped his eyes free of tears. “Is Millie in bed?”

You nodded. “Yeah she’s been asleep for a few hours. She went down straight away tonight. No fuss.”

Colin cracked a smile. “That’s my girl,” he said softly. “Do you mind if I go see her?”

“Colin, you don’t need to ask,” you rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course you can go see her.”

You knew why Colin wanted to go and sit with Millie. He’d always popped his head round the door if she was in bed when he got home from work, just to see her and make sure she was okay, but the past few weeks he’d been spending a lot longer in there. Some nights he’d sit in there for hours, not wanting to let Millie out of his sight. This case he was working on had made him paranoid, and although Colin and Millie together was such a lovely sight, it also broke your heart, knowing the stress and heartache he was going through trying to find this poor girl. You just knew Colin was imagining what if the missing girl was Millie.

Colin made his way to Millie’s room. It was lit up with a purple butterfly shaped night light which illuminated Millie’s tiny face. He grabbed the rocking chair from the corner of the room and dragged it so that it was next to his daughter’s bed, so he could sit and admire her and remind himself that Millie was home and safe.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Colin murmured as he softly ran a hand over his little girl’s barely there hair. “No matter where you are, or how old you are. When you’re a grumpy teenager who wants nothing to do with her dad. When I’m old and you’re the one pushing me around. When you don’t think you need me anymore. I’ll still be here. I’ll always be here.”

Colin’s eyes began to water once again at the thought of what he had seen today and he quickly wiped away the tears with his spare hand. “You’re my absolute world,” he whispered to sleeping Millie. “You’re everything to me. I’m so lucky to have you, Millie Zabel, and I would do anything for you, anything you want me to,” he wiped his eyes again. “And I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

He pressed a kiss to her sleeping head, before getting up and heading to his own room where you were waiting for him, making sure to leave the door open a crack so he could hear if his little girl needed her daddy.

•———•

I wanted dad!Colin to be a happier fic but this was the first plot which came to mind and I thought it fit some of what I wrote in my headcanons about Colin being protective

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Nocorro secret mated au, were Neteyam after realising they fucked up, goes immediately to Spider.

He finds Spider half depressed because he thinks that he is his fault.

"Hey" Neteyam says sitting next to Spider, the human boy had his legs to the chest, looking at the world around him but carefully not making eye contact with the other.

Neteyam try to put a comforting hand on Spider, but the other flinch away.

So they stay silent for a bit before Spider murmurs an "I'm sorry, is my fault"

Neteyam takes Spider in his arms, the poor human was trembling and sobbing, but surprisingly founding the touch of the other made both more relaxed.

"Is not your fault, i was in on it too" Neteyam says rocking Spider.

"B-but i should have know! I should have been careful, im older i- i-" Spider voice cracks before crying harder and burying his chest on Neteyam chest.

"Shh is not your fault, how could you even knew it? And besides this mean Eywa recognises you as one of her kids, this is beautiful!" Neteyam says trying to calm Spider with an happy though.

And Spider do calm down a little.

"N-now you will never do tsaheylu with someone" Spider says still frustrated

"Hey hey hey, i prefer to not do tsaheylu with anyone then not be your mate, i see you Spider" Neteyam says and Spider tears defently stops by now, he looks in the na'vi eyes before smiling warmly and making Neteyam go of a purple tone.

"I love you" Spider confess (this is btw the first time they say it to eachother 🙄)

"I love you too" Neteyam says a moment later.

Neteyam hug Spider tightly and the other returns the hug.

"My mate, my beautiful, intelligent and brave mate" Neteyam whispers in Spider ear.

This feels so natural and right for both of them.

I love when you fuckers send me adorable little ficlets about my own fucking aus, it's amazing. The eye roll emoji, that really sums up the entirety of the accidentally mated au. I just adore the idea of Spider being like "oh fuck I've literally ruined the perfect golden child's life," and Neteyam being like "omg any mistake I make now, will pale in comparison to this in their eyes, I am free of all expectations ever."

bUT I STAND BY THAT TSAHEYLU SHOULD BE POSSIBLE, I'm telling you we can make it work. They just haven't tRIED yet, just wait until that happens.

[kissesinelevators]

After Dark Pt. 1

Synopsis: What do you do when there’s a man with fangs lurking in the shadows, swearing he can keep you safe but ever since he’s popped up in your life things just get worse? Change is weird and very permanent.

Pairing: Spider-Man 2099 x female reader

Word Count: 5,761

Genre and Warnings: Romance, Angst, Smut (eventually), Obsession, Violence, Stalking, Slow Burn (kind of)

18 + Part 2 3

Changes happen every day here. New York was called the Big Apple, you wasn’t sure why. You had never really seen an apple tree here. Things just don’t make sense. They never do.

“That will be $75.35.” You hand the invoice over the the shorter balding gentleman who had a mustache so great it looked like he was a bounty hunter.

“No, I was told over the phone it would be $20.” You turn around and grab his hung up coat that was neatly pressed and washed. You behind to unwrapped it from the plastic bag and presented it to him.

“Sir, there were a lot of bodily fluids along with other things.” A hint of disdain was clear in your voice. “We charge extra for that. Usually I can give you an accurate quote over the phone but sometimes I’m not told exactly what the issue is unto it gets here.” The older man shook his head and angrily took his card out of his wallet.

“Fine, but don’t charge me the card fee.” You take his card.

“I’m sorry sir but you know it’s .50 cents.” He grumbled under his breath as he gets charged out. You put the coat back in the plastic bag and hand it to him along with his card and receipt. “Have a wonderful day.” He takes the items from your hands and walked out.

You sigh and sit down at the counter of your store. You look around, and start thinking about how maybe you should really clean out the cobwebs in the upper corners of the store. Not that it was difficult but it was much higher up than you could reach even with the broom. You wonder if the spider living there would ever come by and say hi, or at least help you scare away the people who come by to hit up your store for free cash.

Your dry cleaners store wasn’t successful so to say, you couldn’t hire anyone else to help you. You practically lived here, might as well since there wasn’t enough to afford rent in New York as it was. The shop was passed down to you through generations of family members. Your parents decided to migrate back to their home country as the sentiment towards immigrants wasn’t exactly kind and they realised just how much they missed home. You had only ever known New York so that was your only sense of home so despite missing your parents terribly, you stayed behind. And now here you were, 7 years later. You swivel around in the chair of your countertop waiting for new customers. Not that there ever was any.

However, someone did come in after 45 minutes.

“Hello.” You look up from your phone and see a younger man. He looked like he was a teenager.

“Hello.” You reply, putting your phone away back into your pocket. “How can I help you?” The boy grabs his backpack and opens it, pulling out what appears to be a soccer jersey.

“My sibling accidentally spilled wine on my jersey and I have a scrimmage this weekend. I was hoping you were able to help me? I only have $40, will that be enough?” He nervously shifts under your eyes. You smile.

“$20 is more than okay.” He proceeds to hands you his jersey. “It will be finished by Thursday, tomorrow. Is that okay? Like around 11 am?” You take the jersey and hand him a number back as he gives you the crumpled up $20 bill.

“I get off school at like 3, can I pick it up afterwards?” You nod and put the cash in the register. “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow after school!”

“You’re welcome.” You smile warmly at him as he walks out. You start to hang up the jersey behind you, putting on gloves to inspect the stain. Sure enough, it was a bright purple red maybe a few days old. It wasn’t going to easy as it had time to seep and stay there but you would try your best. As you started to make your way further to the back to grab some items to help facilitate the cleaning process, you hear a ring up to the front of your store. “I’ll be right there!” You call out and you grab your white vinegar.

No one responds.

Panic quickly enters your body like cold water shocking the system. You know who it might be.

Recently there had been an influx of robberies around the neighbourhood, armed. Usually though Spider-Man always seemed to be there right in time, conveniently you thought but he was never there when you would get hit. It made you feel uneasy about him. Like something was clearly wrong. The police was basically nonexistent in the part of New York. After all, he was here to protect, why didn’t he protect you?

You hear something heavy fall and you run out towards the front of your store. Sure enough, there was two guys in black baklavas who had knocked over your cash register.

“Hey stranger,” the taller one said with a smile in his voice. “Lou sends his regards. Also, he wants to know what’s going on with this week’s payment? It’s a bit late.” You walk over to the counter and look over, seeing the banged up register.

“I don’t understand why I’m paying weekly if I still get hit. Plus, this place doesn’t make much money, I’m going to lose the place soon.” You plead with the two men, tears clouding up your vision. You try your best to keep it in and stay calm but this wasn’t the first time they do this.

“You know the rules.” The other man speaks softly, more kindly. He kneels down and begins to pry open the register with a screwdriver.

You watch helplessly, allowing the tears to slip out. They don’t look at you while the register is opened forcefully and start counting the cash.

“There’s only like $120 in here.” The taller man points out angrily.

“I told you I don’t make much and you didn’t listen.” Thank god they were always after cash because otherwise you would truly be out on the streets.

“Boss won’t like it.”

You angrily wipe your face clean from the hot tears. “Well I don’t like it either so what can we do?” The other nicer man places your register back on the counter and puts the cash in his pockets.

“You have until Saturday.” He turns away to leave and pulls the taller guy away with him. As they exit the shop you see a shadow on the side of the buildings as it swims by.

Spider-Man.

But surprise surprise, the men who just robbed you don’t even flinch and walk out like nothing is wrong and you know that the tall bulky man cosplaying as some spider hero didn’t even bother to look. What else was new? You roll your eyes as you head to the door behind them and start locking the doors.

You begin to make your way towards the back again when you hear an aggressively loud knocking back in the front of your store against the glass windows. It honestly scares you.

You look back and see an older older, the same one from earlier that didn’t want to pay for his dry cleaning. The choice was to open the door and see what was wrong or walk away.

Why didn’t you just walk away?

You quickly run to the door and unlock it as he quickly slides himself in and shuts the door.

“Lock it please, LOCK IT!” The panic in his voice sends your heart in a frenzy and causes you to fumble with the locks.

“W-what’s wrong?” You almost scream at him in terror. He looks white, lacking of any colour and it’s almost scary because you can see the green and purple hues of his veins through his delicate aging skin of his face. You start to pull the curtains around the windows of the front of your store, your back turned to him when suddenly you hear a clicking sound behind your head.

Time stops, your hands feel numb as they stay in place, twisted in the curtains trying to pull them to the other side of the store to shield the view from within. Your breath hitches in your throat before it makes its way to your lungs. Your brain goes blank.

Things just don’t make sense.

You open your eyes, unaware of how or when you closed them. Something feels wet, your hair is the first thing you see as it is covering your face. But your vision blurs. There’s this pressure in your ears, a muffled like sound. But it starts to irritate you, as if a fly was stuck in there buzzing. You open your mouth and feel your jaw sore, extremely sore as you try to flex it. You suddenly feel liquid on your hands but you can’t yet see what it is. It feels warm but thick. Your knees then start to come into the picture of senses, you feel them raw almost, they’re against something that feels hard as if you were stuck in a box and couldn’t get up from it. Your back is rolled, almost like you’re a rollie pollie. What did you do this morning? What about later during the day? Wasn’t it almost 1 pm? The little boy’s jersey. You have to clean it. It was due tomorrow morning. No, he said he would be there by 3 pm tomorrow. Good, it gives you time to start it.

Ow, what was that?

The awful buzzing in your ears starts to get sharper and the pressure in your head starts to almost seep out through them. Suddenly you hear clearly, the pressure is gone and your eyes roll back into your head from the crash of it.

“Okay, pretty girl. Okay.” A male voice soothes you as a warm large hand makes its way up and down your back, caressing you. You instinctively push up against the hand, you didn’t know whether it was because you were trying to throw them off or leaning into it.

“Ow,” you inaudible gasp out, choking. You start to cough violently, the hand starts to rub circles into your back as you feel the roughness of the cough almost rip through your chest.

“Breathe.” The voice orders, firmly now. You try your best to breathe but your head is pounding more and more intensely.

You let out a pained whimper.

“Please.” The voice leaving you sounds almost inhumane.

“I know. I’m here.” The male voice gets closer to you. “I need to take you somewhere safe. May I?” You nod ever so slowly, fearing that even that movement will rip your brain out through your eyes. “Okay, I need you to hold onto me. You’re bleeding a lot.” The man puts his arms now under you, starts to carry you and puts you over his shoulder. The angle makes your brain scream. “Please knock out, please knock out.” You hear him pleas desperately under his voice. The screaming worsens and you sound realise it’s actually you, your mouth screaming. Eventually everything fades to black as you look at red and blue colours.

“Hey.” The male voice is back. You see darkness. Did you close your eyes again? When did you do that? “Shh, it’s okay.” A large warm hand comes into contact with your skin. “You’re okay.” Part of you wishes that was true. “Can you open your eyes for me, pretty girl?”

You suddenly remember that you can in fact just tell your brain to open your eyes and you do. You see a tall figure in the dimness of wherever it is that you are. Your eyes adjust to the lack of brightness and see a masked figure towering over you. Red and blue.

“You’re Spider-Man.” You manage to cough out.

“Yes I am. Okay so you’re kind of okay.”

“What happened to me?” You then realise you’re in a hospital bed. Why had you not noticed the beeping of the machine next to you?

“A man came into the store you were working at and decided to rob you at gun point. It seems like this was his first time ever because he attacked you first before anything.” Your hands quickly make their way to your head. “No, he didn’t shot you.” You feel bandages on the back of your head, feeling your stomach sink. “It seems like he first cocked his gun and then pistol whipped you but the idiot shot up into the building and scared himself. Your injuries are light despite how much blood appeared. Head wounds bleed more as you have many more vessels there.” He explains as you finger into the bandages terrified that the hospital staff had to shave your head to put these bandages on you. You couldn’t have bald spots! Not now! “You’ll be okay.”

You scoff.

“Wait so when did you get there?” You feel skin and immediately feel nauseous.

“I got there a few seconds afterwards, I heard the gunshot from a few miles away and got there as fast as I could.” You feel light as you pull your fingers out of the bandages around your head. Thank god he didn’t crack your skull.

“That’s a first.” You reply bothered.

He look down at you, a quick squint of his eyes takes place and disappears almost immediately causing you to wonder if you just made that up. Probably did since your brain wasn’t okay at the moment.

“What makes you say that?” You look out of the corner of your eye and see that the curtains are slightly drawn messily but it’s pretty dark outside. The kid’s jersey needed to be done.

“I’ve gotten robbed at my store more times than I can count. I have to pay someone else to supposedly protect my store but he steals from me too. I see you constantly helping everyone but you don’t help me.” You quickly look back at him and sign. “Didn’t. You didn’t help me. Thank you.” You push your hair out of your eyes. “I really appreciate it.” You try your best to sound genuine but you’re angry with him. It’s not his fault, he has a whole city to help, like over millions of people and you’re throwing a tantrum? “Hey I gotta go.” You start trying to get up from the hospital bed, the spill of the moonlight emitting from the poorly drawn curtains make the soft cream colour of the hospital sheets glow as you try your best to swing your legs out to the side of the bed. Spider-Man suddenly leans down and holds your nude legs in his hands, keeping you in place gently. The texture of his suit is almost silicone like, sticky. But the body heat emitting from his hands that engulf your claves feels good.

“No,” he whispers as he leans down closer to you, his towering figure now almost on top of you. With his other free hand he puts his fingers under your chin and directs you to look at him. “You need to stay here.” His breath smells of blueberries and honey for some reason. You close your eyes, inhaling. This was the first time a man had touched you in so long. How could you have forgotten how good it felt?

“But there’s a child’s soccer jersey that I need to fix. He needs it for his um-“ You rattle your brain, flustered and tripping over your words trying your best to concentrate but it’s proving to be difficult because this muscular man who smelled of musk, sweat, blood, and a hint of a certain cologne that induced butterflies in your stomach made it difficult for you to prioritise. “-his un, soccer thing.” The last words come out breathy.

Get a grip! You didn’t even know what he looked like!

The man’s glowing navy blue eye like part of his mask seemed to be staring deeply into your eyes. You felt strangely naked, all your expressions were out for him to see and you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking or feeling. You had to guess off his body language.

“I’ll get it for you if you truly want it that badly.” He almost hisses at you. You’re confused. Why was he angry all of a sudden?

“Oh, oh okay.” You meekly reply. He gently pushes your legs back onto the bed and lets go of you entirely, making you feel heavy on the bed.

“What does it look like?” He calls out as he starts to walk towards the window of your hospital. You doubt it opens.

“It’s red and white, it belongs to a teenager so it’s teenager sized?” You watch as he opens the window with ease. The realisation suddenly hits you.

Why was the curtain of the hospital room so messily closed? Did he bring you to the hospital and then sneak back in through the window to stay with you? The thought sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. But that couldn’t be it. Why would Spider-Man do that? That made no sense at all.

He swung out without saying a word, leaving you there in a now darker room with the window open, fresh air filled the room in his absence.

You stayed up, waiting for him to come back. The minutes turned to hours. A nurse came by to check on you and saw the window opened. She looked at the tablet in her hands and made an o shape with her mouth. She went over the window and closed it only slightly.

“We don’t want your friend to not be able to come back.” She says to you, who’s halfway between asleep and awake. She holds the tablet close to her chest and sighs. “You should have seen the way he fought to be with you through everything. But it was difficult since he is Spider-Man. Everyone wanted to come by and say hi.” She shook her head and made her way over to the machine next to you. “How do you feel, love?” You nod, unable to talk. “Do you feel any pain? Just give me a thumbs up if you do.” You don’t and she puts the tablet down by your legs. “Okay, that’s good. I’m going to just quickly run a few tests and then I’ll be out of here.” She takes a pen out of her pockets and clicks it causing it to shine. “I’m going to point it towards your eyes and I need you to follow it, I know you’re sleepy waiting for your friend to come back but I want to make sure there’s no concussion. Is it okay if I touch your face a bit?” You nod and she proceeds to put a hand under your chin and with her other hand, brings the pen flashlight up to each eye. “Okay, follow the light.” You do as she says, almost enjoying the soft touch from her, the whispers, the light of the pen dilating your eyes making them even more tired. After she’s done with the eye exam she moves onto another test. “I’m going to move you a bit so I can check your breathing. Is that o-“ suddenly the window is opened from outside.

You both look towards the window and in comes in your knight in shining armour with a jersey in his hand. The nurse looks back at you, ignoring him as he closes the window shut and messily half shuts the curtains allowing the moonlight to be the only light source in the room besides the soft glow of the beeping machine next to you. It’s not dark though, it’s just oddly comforting.

“Okay, is it okay if I place my hands on your back and chest?” The nurse goes right back to her professional self as if the most famous hero didn’t just come in through the window. You like her.

“Yes.” You manage to say. She listens for your breathing and your heart beat.

“I think we can do more later on, I’ll let you sleep.” She turns to your guest who’s now made his way to the foot of your bed. “Reminder that we don’t allow family members or guests in the hospital floors after 8 pm. Sir, it is almost 1 am.”

Spider-Man shrugs.

“I just want to make sure she’s fine.”

She looks at him, then at you.

“Do you want him here?”

You nod.

“I won’t cause any problems.” He says as she picks up the tablet and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her quickly. “I like her.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Did you get it?” He walks up to you and holds up the jersey proudly.

“I did better than that, I got the stain out myself.” His voice is dry but it’s clear he was proud to show his work. Your eyes soften and you are taken aback by his action.

“Wow, thank you. I don’t know what to say.” He noticed you starting to reach your hands out so he places the shirt by you for you to inspect.

“Yeah well, thank you was more than enough.” He clears his throat as you grab the shirt and touch it, looking at it to see any imperfections left behind. “I know a bit about chemicals and whatnot so I did my best.” He sounded pretty cocky to you but he was genuinely trying to make it seem like it wasn’t anything to him which okay, maybe was pretty cocky of him.

“Wow, maybe I should hire you.” Your voice is flat.

“Hey so I never got your name and unfortunately the doctors and nurses didn’t want to tell me much about you or your condition since we aren’t related or married. Your nurse was kind enough to look the other way when I came by afterwards looking for you and even now she’s being kind.”

“My name is (Y/N). What’s yours?” Spider-Man starts to sit down next to you in your hospital bed. Your cheeks start to burn. Here you were, technically in bed with a superhero but you were wearing what appeared to be a medical gown which meant that your ass was probably out. You cringe mentally at the thought.

“Spider-Man or you can call me friend as the nurse keeps receding to me. YOUR friend that is.” He chuckles as he tries to not take up much space next to you but fails. You didn’t know what he was thinking by trying to squeeze his big hunky self into this tiny hospital bed with you. He quickly got off and instead sat by your feet. “I should probably let you sleep though. It’s really late and I wouldn’t feel okay with myself if I left you here alone awake anyways. I’ll be back tomorrow before you wake up.” Why was he allowing himself to get involved with you? Was it the fact that you basically insulted his ego earlier about how he didn’t actually help people like he thought since you went by unhelped and alone for so long before he took notice? It had actually weighed down on him heavily. Usually he wasn’t one to let things get to him personally because he wasn’t a teenager anymore much less a 20 something year old doing this for a few years. He has been at the superhero business for a long time now actually but it still bothered him that you thought so lowly of him. Yes, he did deserve it but why was he trying to go above and beyond to make you believe otherwise?

“Oh, you’re leaving?” He puts a hand on your shin and nods. “But you’ll be back? Why?” He feels annoyed now. Did you not want him to come back? Should he just fuck off and never return? But he kept his composure.

“Yeah, I doubt you have family members here who will pick you up from the hospital. It looked like you’re living at the dry cleaners so I want to make sure you’re good. You know, to make up for my lack of protection for all of New York’s citizens.” The last part came out a bit sarcastic but he didn’t care anymore.

“Oh.” You quietly say as you look away. “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Spider-Man.” He nods and gets up. He starts to make his way to the window when he decides to look back at you for a moment. A ghost like tear makes its way down the side of your cheek, translucent to the human eye but not to his. He wants to stay and comfort you strangely enough but he decides it’s better not. Just because he couldn’t save you before doesn’t mean he had to make it up to you. He had other responsibilities, many!

He opens the window quietly and swings out again.

Miguel feels lost in his head as he webs his way through the night between buildings. You had reopened a very old wound for him. When he first started off as Spider-Man, there was no one there for him. It felt like that city hated him at first for being such a nusciance to it. He messed up a lot. Like a lot. He would not help right the people at first, he didn’t know exactly how to train himself or limit himself with his new found strength. It was quite difficult. With time, he found himself doing better but again, it took time. And he overcame that part of his ice so many years ago, so why was he feeling like the lost dumb teenager he once was?

Miguel snarled almost in frustration and before webbing onto another building, he reach out with his claws and started to climb up further up. He clawed his way all the way to the top of the brick building, pieces coming off. He had to stop doing that, the city was bound to invoice him for the damages at some point. He shook his head as he quickly scaled further up. He finally stopped at the top and sat there.

A hand came up and ripped his mask off him, he angrily sighed as he crumpled up the mask in his hands. He leaned his head down and closed his eyes. There was no need for her to be so, so ungrateful! He felt the emotional turmoil in his chest, he could see behind his eyelids the electricity of his suit getting stronger.

“Calm down.” He lowly says to himself as he tries to take deeper breaths in. This wasn’t even his original dimension, he only came to the one because there was no Spider-Man in it. No one else wanted to do it because they were too busy which was his fault. He didn’t give any time to spare to the other Spider-Men in his group. Why would he? There was a teenager causing issues through the multiverse, how was he suppose to let anyone relax and take time off?

You woke up with a start. Anxiety filled you quickly, your breathing became labores, the machines around you started going off like crazy and the incessant buzzing triggered you worse.

A nurse came running in and immediately came over you.

“What’s wrong? You can’t breathe?” He quickly adjusts the bed to lay down as you look at him with panic eyes, your hands make their way to his and you hold his wrists, begging him to look at you. Where were you? What happened? He stops what he’s doing and the look in his eyes melts into understanding. “Oh, you’re here in the hospital.” He holds your hands in his and lifts them to his chest and gives you a squeeze. “You’re safe.” You start to relax, he starts to loudly breathe and you follow suite.

“I’m-im sorry,” your voice a mere whisper. He smiles softly at you and shakes his head.

“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” He turns around slightly to look around the room as if he were looking for someone. “Your friend left?”

“Who?” You close your eyes and shake your head slightly.

“Mr. Spider-Man?” You open your eyes and remember. He in fact did come back last night after you had cried. He didn’t make a noise but the window made a creek which woke you up but you didn’t move. But when did he leave? Had you fallen asleep again afterwards?

“I don’t know.” The nurse gave your hands a final squeeze and set them down onto your lap. He began to adjust your bed into a sitting position.

“You know, he’s like a runaway right now.” He quietly tells you, almost like he’s gossiping. “He is not allowed to be here at all, goes against all laws and hospital policies but he saved my dad when he suffered a heart attack, he brought him here just in time and it saved him. He’s a good friend to us all.” He smiles. You look at him and see just how happy he seems telling that story, as if it were the best thing in the world which it is, his dad is alive and well. But you can’t help but feel a bit of a childish envy crack in you. You couldn’t even look at the police because it was their job first to help and they never did. But Spider-Man? Whatever. You give him a small smile.

“I’m glad your dad is here with us still. But he’s not my friend. When can I go home?” The nurse raises his eyes brows.

“Today, later on in the afternoon. We just need to make sure you’re okay. It was a bit of a nasty hit to the back of your head.” He motions for you to lean forward and starts to remove the bandages. “It looks fine, no more bleeding. I’m going to apply new bandages okay? I’ll be back.” You nod as he walks out and closes the door behind him. However as he closes the door, you see your familiar so called friend standing there.

“Were you there behind the door this whole time?” He give a nod. “Okay, why did you hide?” Spider-Man starts to slowly make his way towards you, his tall built figure makes you almost shrink back into bed, he looks almost animal like the way he stalks over to you with his massive size.

“I didn’t hide.” He states coldly. “I merely let your nurse give you the attention you deserve.” His eye lenses on the mask slightly close as if he were squinting at you and crosses his arms. “Can’t be taking all the attention away from you, princess.” He lets out a deep chuckle.

“I guess not. You’re so kind.” The sarcasm in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by him as his fingers slightly twitch from your tone. Keep it together, he thinks to himself. “Look, can you just swing me out of here so I can go home and do what I need to do? I have a business to run, it’s my only livelihood and I promise a boy his jersey.” You starts to pull yourself up and move to get out of the bed. Within seconds with what seems to be inhumane speeds, Spider-Man is right next to you holding your legs in his hands. He turns his head to you.

“I can have my friend give it to him.” Why would you say that?! He thinks to himself angrily. “You take the day off, I’ll have him open shop for you so your clients can at least pick up their stuff.” Now who was he suppose to assign to this? It’s not like he could tell anyone to do it because then they would know he was doing something he wasn’t suppose to, the only person who knew was his assistant, Layla. And she was forbidden to come through when he was in this dimension.

Seems like his friend was going to have to be him.

“Why would you do that?” You pull your legs from out of his hands and move away to come off the bed on the other side. You finally stand up and immediately stretch. He watches you from behind, admiring how catlike you were during your stretches. Suddenly he sees a bit of skin peeking though from behind. “Like what you see?” He immediately looks away and you smile. You knew he was watching, not that it mattered.

“Because I’m your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, that’s why I would do that. Plus he kind of owes me.” He did in fact own himself this, he didn’t want to destroy yet another dimension but he quickly began to talk to occupy himself from thinking of the other one. “You know, if you really want to leave, you can right? No one is holding you here against your will.” It came out a bit harsher than he intended. You turn back to look at him over your shoulder and roll your eyes. What a dumb boy.

“Look, Spider-Man,” you turn to face him now. “You need to realise that it’s not usual for a man, idk who you are because I don’t know you, a strange man to be in another woman’s hospital room. I’m basically naked.” You start to tie the cords of the hospital gown tighter. However he doesn’t move or make any indication of it bothering him.

“If that’s how you feel, that’s your right. I’ll leave you alone and have my friend at your place soon. I still have your keys, but your clothes and other personal items are over there.” He jerks his head towards the direction of a table in the room where there’s a bag. “I’ll be on my way now. I’ll catch you around.”

“Do you even know my name?” He was in mid turn away from you when you asked which stopped him. He thinks for a second. “It’s (Y/N). Thank you for everything. I truly mean it.” He nods once and turns to the window, opening it. He begins to slid out when he stops again.

“The name of the guy who will be at your store is Miguel. He’s a friend.” And with that, Spider-Man leaps out.

(A.N., so my boyfriend is our beta reader, lmk if he caught all the grammar problems lol and this is my first fanfic so please be gentle with me. I just couldn’t find any fanfics that were story based off Miguel and I couldn’t help but make one, I just love that man and I love being hurt by love lol)

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty (Part 4)

When I’m certain he’s gone and he’s not coming back, I finally allow my muscles to collapse, and as soon as I do the tears start flowing again. My eyes are already raw, and my throat sore from the last time, and my fingers come to clutch at my heart and my throat as though I need to pull away the invisible hand strangling me. I hurry away from Marnie’s house, down the ramps towards little Seapoint Beach, where the dark sand is littered with slimy seaweed and rubbish from the day, and the moon glints off the waves, white spumes of foam peaking with each undulation. I sit on a wet, green rock and take out my phone. I feel desolate. Sucked under by my loneliness, the knowledge that I have ruined everything and there are things I’ve broken that I may never repair. There is only one person in the world left to call, and I dial the number. 

His voice is cracked and sleepy as it comes over the line. “…Hello?”

I realise that I won’t be able to speak to him without crying. It takes me a long moment to gather myself, my chest heaving with an anticipatory sob. 

He repeats himself, more soberly this time. “Hello? Evie, is that you?”

“Hi Shane.” I blubber. “I’m so sorry I called you.”

“What’s wrong?” 

I sniff. “Are you… I’m so sorry I know it’s like, almost three in the morning… are you still in Cyprus?”

“No, I’m not, we got back earlier today.”

“Oh. You’re in Dublin right now?” my heart lifts with the thought of him being nearby. 

“No, I’m at home in Tullamore at the minute, in mam and dad’s, why?”

“Oh, it’s okay then, don’t mind me.”

I hear fabric crunching over the line, presumably his duvet as he gets out of bed. His voice comes down the line urgently. “Evie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

“No.” I admit with a soft hiccup, and then my shoulders begin to shake. I bring my free hand to my face, my nose running over my mouth. 

“Where are you?”

“I’m on Seapoint Beach.”

“Alright. Can you stay there? Are you safe?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just a bit cold.”

I hear him moving about and the thump of a shoe against the floor. “Hang on, I’m coming.”

“Shane, you’re too far away.”

“I’ll be an hour and a half, there’s no traffic at this time… where’s my keys…”

“I don’t want you to have to do this… I’m sorry I called you and woke you up, you must be so tired…”

“It’s nothing.” He insists. “I’m on the way. Seapoint Beach, the one between Blackrock and Monkstown, right?”

I sniffle “Yeah.”

“Stay there, okay? Don’t move a muscle. I’m coming now.”

“Okay.”

“Call me if you move, or if anything happens. I’ll have my phone with me the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s grand. It’s nothing.”

We hang up and I wait.

I hear the distant swish of tyres on the road before I see him. The sky is lightening already, even in these early hours of the morning, and his Fiat Punto is backlit with hazy purple as he pulls up to the curb at the entrance to the beach. I gasp with relief when I see him, he gets out of the idling car and I run up the ramp towards him. 

“Evie.” He says as I launch myself into his arms. We don’t usually hug each other, not like this, but tonight he wraps his arms around me and holds me to his broad chest so tightly that I’m afraid he’ll crush my ribs to dust. “I’m here now.” He says. 

“I can’t believe you came all the way.” I say, the sound muffled in his fleece as he rubs my back. “Sure, of course I did. What else was I meant to do?”

“You could have left me here.”

“I’d never do a thing like that.” he says it with this kind of disturbed edge to his voice, as though he can’t fathom that there are men out there who would. He looks down at me and tuts softly. “What are they after doing to you at all?”

“I can’t.” I sob. “I can’t talk about it now.”

“That’s fine.” He says, and then hesitates before saying, “Where’s your top?”

“Oh.” I say, looking down at my bikini and shorts combo. “The rest of my clothes are in a bag inside the house. I’ll just leave them there.”

“A whole bag of stuff, like?” 

I nod.

“I’ll go in and get it for you.”

“You don’t have to, Shane, really, it’s fine.”

“Is there anything important in the bag?”

I pause. “My purse and my phone charger are there.”

“I’ll get it.” He says decisively, and then when I look at him worriedly he reassures me. “I won’t look at or talk to anybody, I’ll just quietly go in and get it and then I’ll leave.”

I tell him where the bag is and how to find it, and then I wait by the car. It’s only five minutes before he comes back with it, takes my hoodie out and tosses it to me. “Throw that on you there.”  

“Shane…” I say as he stands at the driver’s side door across from me. “I’m glad that you came.”

“Yeah it’s no problem.”

“And I’m so sorry.”

“No sure, it didn’t end up being a long drive at this hour anyway.”

“No, I mean, I’m sorry for everything else that-”

“I know you are.” He interjects. “And I’m saying you’re alright, we’re here now, it is what it is. I’m just glad you called me.”

“I’m glad too.”

He gets into the car and leans over to open the door on my side. “Come on, in you get. I’ll take you home to your mam.” And I do, and he sticks on the radio as we pull away, driving on towards the rising sun. 

End of Part 2

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober Day 6

Taehyung - Car Sex

Marking, semi public sex

"If you don't get your ass back to the car right now, we are going to have to have sex right here at this table." 

Taehyung leans in close to growl in your ear. His hand trails up the bare skin of your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress to widen the exposing slit.

"You can't be serious Tae, there are at least three more awards left, we can't just get up and leave." 

He takes a moment to glance around the room at the other idols patiently awaiting their categories.

"It's not like I'm nominated for anything more babe, no one will notice. Please, you know how impatient I am, I can't stop fidgeting. You look so good, and your perfume is making me dizzy. Please, please, can we go." 

You take a peek at the other boys at the table, none of them paying attention to you. The presenters are announcing the next category and everyone seems too focused to even think about looking at the two of you. 

"Fine, but only because the scandal of everyone seeing that tent in your slacks might be worse." 

You look pointedly at his crotch as he just grins, kissing your cheek briefly before taking your hand and practically sprinting from the venue. The minute you reach the town car his lips are on yours. He pushes you against the door, not checking to see if anyone else had decided to escape early. His lips travel along your chin, down to your neckline, marking your collarbone as he delicately pushes the thin straps off your shoulders. 

"Tae..." No response, the man keeps running his tongue along your cleavage.

 "Tae..." You push at his arms trying to get his attention but he just holds you tighter. 

"TAE!" His head snaps up and he takes a step backwards.

"Yeah?" His mouth is already swollen.

"We need to go home, we can't do this here." You nod in the direction of the valet, despite the fact he seems to have not noticed what you're up to. 

"I thought I made it very clear that I needed you now.” He leans against you, pressing his erection into your thigh.

"You might just have to wait until we get home." You sigh.

Pushing him back a little so you can open the door. He joins you in the back seat and you both realise the driver isn't in the vehicle, not expecting you for another hour. You watch Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he looks at the empty driver's seat and then back at you. 

"Why wait when the windows are tinted?" He says.

He immediately leans back in to kiss you. His hands snake around you so he can drag you into his lap. You awkwardly straddle his thighs, heels dragging across the backs of the chairs behind you. You untangle yourself from Taehyung long enough to discard the offending footwear, stilettos are hardly conducive to the things you had planned. 

In the meantime Taehyung continues the assault on your neck, creating large purple blooms in his wake.  His fingers fumble with the zipper at the back of your dress. You allow the sheer fabric to fall to your waist granting him full access to your chest. He relishes in his new canvas, while you unclasp your bra to rid yourself of that too. His head dips to take a nipple in his mouth, tugging lightly as his hands explore all of your exposed skin. As he reaches to play with your other nipple, it becomes abundantly clear that this isn't a fair playing field. You whine and pull back until you have access to his shirt buttons.

He helps you to undo each one, making short work of the offending fabric. You run your hands along his abs, never tiring of the feeling of his flawless skin under your fingertips. You rub your thumbs gently against his nipples, watching as he shivers from the ticklish feeling. 

"Need you now." He groans. 

Taehyung’s hand reaches up to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck. The carefully designed updo ruined in a matter of heavy-handed seconds. He kisses you so hard that you can feel your lips bruising. His free hand goes to the zipper in his slacks, freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his tight performing underwear. He gently runs a finger along your slit, thrilled to find you had forgone panties to avoid lines in your gown. 

He circles your clit briefly before losing focus and switching his attention back to himself. Taehyung presses the head of his cock against your entrance and you settle slowly into his lap, feeling every inch. You widen your stance across him, making it easier to manoeuvre yourself in the limited space. His hands settle on your hips, supporting each little bounce you make. He thrusts subtly, meeting you mid-air every time you bottom out. You can tell by the way his fingertips dig into your skin that he isn't going to last long today, but as the clock ticks down to the driver returning, it's best that you don't linger. 

Your thighs burn as you apply more force in the limited space, dangerously close to hitting your head on the roof of the car. His head rolls back over the chairs, mouth hanging open as you claw at his pecs. The pain does nothing to quell his orgasm. A few more thrusts and Taehyung cums hard inside of you, panting heavily as if he had done most of the work. You continue to ride him, grinding against his pelvis to create friction against your clit. His expression of pleasure quickly becomes one of pain as you push him into oversensitivity trying to reach your own undoing.

He moans lowly as you keep going. So close to cumming, his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into his chest. With the last of his energy, he drives hard into you, unwilling to let you go without finishing. You cum quickly like this, clinging to his shoulders as you fall over the edge and he finally lets himself stop. 

You allow yourself a second to breathe before pulling the straps of your dress back up, not bothering to replace the bra. Taehyung allows you to slip off his lap and into your own seat again but he doesn't let you get too far, arm snaking around your shoulders to keep you close as you both wait for the driver to return so you can finally get home and maybe start round two.

Masterlist

[maconthepen]

I used to work in a bookshop.

It was a new one, and I was hired before it opened. For weeks, I was surrounded by the smell of paint and sawdust as we got the place ready for opening. When its doors revealed it to everyone else for the first time, we gave a free book to the first customer and I remembered thinking, I can't wait until this place smells of paper instead of tireless renovation.

By the time I left, it did.

Most of my colleagues just wanted a “real job”: a nine-to-five and a salary with benefits, somewhere far from a new and characterless shopping centre in low-income area of our city. I couldn’t judge them for that; I wanted one, too. I wanted job security, and I wanted not to work until midnight on Christmas Eve, slinging David Williams and Roald Dahl and Jojo Moyes at disorganised fathers and husbands with stress veins pulsing at their temples.

And then I got a “real” job, and I realised working in a bookshop was the realest job I’d ever had.

Here are the things I remember:

The peace of the nature and travel section. We had an armchair there for the adventurers and gardeners who wanted a quiet moment in their day.

The mum who thanked me for choosing the right book, for helping her child to read something for the first time in years.

The little girl who talked my ear off for half an hour after school about the Murder Most Unladylike books.

Talking to authors, and hearing — seeing, too — their unspooling, magic passion about the worlds they’d created.

The growth of our accessible kids book section from one shelf to half a bookcase, though that hardly seemed enough. The joy of a little boy who had dyslexia and could finally read the book his friends were reading.

Saturday mornings in 2018. Slime was really popular and we had to shield our books with tarp, while the kids who made their own ran around with blue-purple-glitter-stained fingers.

The teenager who came in by herself every day with scuffed shoes and a heavy backpack. Each afternoon, she would read a chapter of a book with the utmost care. When she put it back on the shelf, there were no dog-ears. There were no coffee stains, no spinal damage, no sign she'd been there at all. We were that girl's local library. The day I realised that, I started taking the book she was reading off the shelf until the next day when school was out again.

Most of all, I remember the people. My friends with beautiful Celtic names who laughed with me as we shelved and shelved, and I remember Jack, a man with a booming laugh who'd always give me a lift home and who put kippers in the fucking microwave that made the break room stink for a week.

He played the bagpipes at my wedding.

I applied for another bookseller position today, half a world away in a place where literacy rates are high and the people buy the newest Barbara Kingsolver when it's in hardback and still priced over thirty dollars. If I get the job, I'm sure I'll love it. And I do want it. I want to return to saying the alphabet under my breath as I deal with a new delivery and fill the gaps in the shelves, exactly one book wide. I want to see streams of customers walking away with whole worlds in their hands, and in the off season when there isn't anything to do, I want to tuck my own book underneath the counter and read it surreptitiously.

But there's a grief about me too, today. I will never have my old life again. I will never again have that job I took for granted with those people I cherished.

I wish I loved it more when it was mine, but all I can do is make sure I love whatever comes next, too.

Anyway, here's to books.

[elusive-writer]

Noumênia // Prologue

⋘ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 + 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ⋙

⋘ 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 ⋙

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Jolting awake you sit up, panting lightly. When you look to the ground and realise you’re not on the patch of grass you swore you had fallen asleep on, you look at your surroundings. It’s so dark. You rub your eyes in hopes that you just need time to adjust. It’s to no avail, as your view remains the same. Focusing your eyes, you try to find something that could tell you where you were. Houses, trees, even any signs of wide life or just anything in the inky abyss. But there’s nothing. Quickly feeling anxiety start to take hold, you call out to your father.

“Dad, are you there? Can you hear me? Please say something! I-I think I’m lost!”

You wait for a few seconds, silently pleading for a response. Your prayers are met with silence.

“Erina! If you can hear me please come out! If you’re playing a joke on me again it isn’t very funny!”

Your cries go unanswered once again.

If you weren’t panicking before you definitely were now. You erratically start scouring the area, the darkness seems so much more broad and unending than it once had before. Clutching your chest, you screw your eyes shut in an attempt to control your breathing. Your heart pounds in your ears at an almost deafening volume.

Despite this, you hear a soft chime ring into the air. The pounding in your ears stops. You open your eyes to find a boy with blonde hair standing in front of you. He looks around your age, maybe one or two years older than you. He’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a collar, despite this you can see the large purple bruise on the side of his neck. Upon further inspection, you see three very distinct moles that travel up the lobe of his left ear. He glares at you.

“Why are you following me?”

You’re confused.

“What?”

He snatches your wrist in a harsh grip.

“Ow! You’re hurting me!”

“Why are you following me?”

“Let go! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

His hold on you tightens.

“Do not lie to me.”

He suddenly fades away, turning into mist. As he disappears, you rub your now free wrist, unsure of what just happened.

You flinch when a hand is placed on your shoulder, you whip your head around and see that it’s a woman that’s standing there. It’s strange, you’ve never met this woman before, but you feel at ease in her presence.

“Please help me.”

She smiles sadly at you, wordlessly pulling you into a hug. You don’t know why, but you hug her back.

“Y⊠⊠r⊠ g⊠n⊠⊠ ⊠⊠ ⊠k.”

She says something but you don’t understand.

“Huh?”

“[Name]!”

You hear your name being called, but it’s not coming from the woman.

“[Name]!”

…

“[Name]!”

England 1879, age 10

“[Nameeeeeee], come on wake up.”

Opening your eyes, you’re met with the sight of your best friend, Erina Pendleton. She has her hand on your shoulder, she must’ve shaken you awake.

Sitting up, you feel the grass in between your fingers as you look around the area you’re in. You and Erina sit near the ruins of an old house, in the distance is the Joestar manor. You bring your hand to your chest where your mother’s necklace lies, sighing in relief that you’re back to somewhere normal.

“Are you ok [Name]?”

Your friend takes a seat beside you, slight worry is spread across her features.

“You seem out of it, was it a bad dream?”

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you respond.

“I don’t know.”

You pause for a moment.

“It was so strange.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Erina asks gently. You contemplate for a little on how to explain what you had seen.

“At first there was this boy, I had no idea who he was and he kept accusing me of following him. But then, he just disappears! Then this random woman shows up, tries to tell me something and hugs me.”

Erina playfully raises an eyebrow at you.

“A boy hm?”

You poke her shoulder lightly.

“I’m being serious!”

“Ok, ok I’m sorry. That is strange.”

Her expression suddenly shifts to something more grim.

“But I think I know what this means. I’ve heard my father talk about patients that have dreams about people they’ve never met before.”

Your heart drops, was there something wrong with you? Were you sick? You wait in anticipation for Erina to explain further. She looks around, making sure no prying ears are listening to what she’s about to reveal. She leans in closer, bending slightly to whisper in your ear.

“It means you’re weird.”

You look at her face to find her struggling to maintain her poker face. You shove her away when she starts laughing.

“That’s not funny Erina!”

She’s still laughing as she wraps her arms around you. You turn your head in the opposite direction of her, pouting.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry [Name], it was just a dream. Don’t think too much about it.”

“Hmph!”

She starts rocking you side to side.

“Come onnnn, forgive meeee. I said that I was sorryyyy.”

You glance at her sideways, she’s giving the best puppy eyes she can muster. Sighing, you shake your head.

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

“Yay!”

She squeezes you tighter.

“I love you too!”

Rolling your eyes, you try to escape her grasp.

“Ok, you can let go of me now.”

She giggles mischievously.

“I don’t think I want to.”

“You are impossible, you know that?”

As you playfully scoff, it’s met with more giggling.

“You love me.”

As the end of the day approaches, you and Erina start the journey home. Erina lives in a more wealthy community compared to you so you eventually part ways, promising to hang out again soon.

The walk alone took longer than expected, orange hues in the sky turned dark as you approached town. Your house was a little past the town on the outskirts, on the opposite side. So you would have to walk through town to get home. You’ve walked through town alone when coming home before, so you reasoned with yourself that you would be ok if you just kept your head down.

Entering the town you settle into a brisk pace, weaving through the buildings and past bumbling drunkards. The smell of alcohol and piss is pungent, you try to ignore it resisting the urge to gag.

You jump as you hear thunderous shouting coming from the house right beside you. It’s shortly followed by heavy footsteps.

Thinking quickly, you press yourself to the building’s wall just as the door swings open. A boy is thrown roughly out the door and into the street, slamming into the ground. He hisses sharply as he clutches the side of his neck.

“I don’t want to see your miserable mug until you bring me my liquor!”

An old man shouted at the boy, throwing an empty bottle at the wall behind him causing glass to fall all over his body. Your eyes widen when the footsteps come closer to the door’s edge, just a few centimetres away from you. They stop short as the boy glowers at the man. His eyes catch sight of you for a split second.

“You’re an absolute plague on my life. The least you can do is make yourself useful.”

The door slams shut and you release a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding.

Once you’re sure the man is gone you don’t waste a moment in crouching next to the boy, using the sleeve of your dress to brush the glass out of his blonde hair.

“Are you ok?”

He hits your hand away, staring up at you in contempt. It’s then that you notice a very distinct feature on the boy. Three moles travelling up the lobe of his left ear.

“I don’t need your pity.”

Roughly pushing you out of his way he stands up, sweeping the glass off of his clothes and starts walking away.

You’re startled at the resemblance between him and the boy in your dream. This has to be just a coincidence.

Letting him get a little further in front of you, you stand also and continue on your path home. And as fate would have it, you two were headed in the same direction. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him as you trailed behind. It was obvious that he didn’t have the best home life.

He unexpectedly rounds the corner onto another street, cutting off your view of him. You subconsciously speed up, still slightly worried for him. As you near the building’s edge, a hand snatches your wrist. You yelp in shock.

“Why are you following me?”

“Ow! Let go, you’re hurting me!”

You suddenly have an overwhelming sense of deja vu. He repeats himself, more firmly this time.

“Why, are you following me?”

He looks down at you with piercing brown eyes, you can’t help but feel small under his gaze. Hardening your stare, you stand your ground.

“I wasn’t following you, this is the same direction as my house.”

His grip on you tightens and you wince.

“Do not lie to me.”

You try to escape his hold.

“Let go of me! I said I wasn’t following you!”

His head suddenly snaps to the left, he yanks you around the corner pulling you with your back to his chest. He holds you against him and slaps a hand over your mouth. You start thrashing and attempt to scream. He warns you in a hushed whisper.

“Quiet.”

Not a moment later, someone angrily barges out of the house you and the boy are hiding against. You can feel his heart pounding against your back. The person looks up and down the street, only to find it empty. Upon mumbling something incoherent, you realise it was a man. You hear him trudge back into his home, slamming the door behind him. The boy releases his grasp on you.

“You’re too loud. You can’t be carelessly yelling at this time of night.”

You back away and spin around to confront him in a harsh whisper.

“It’s your fault I was yelling in the first place!”

Your tone softens though as you realise he just saved your ass.

“But thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything as he looks down at you. There’s something in his eyes as he scans your features, mild curiosity?

“What’s your name?”

You look him up and down before responding.

“You tell me yours first.”

There’s a slight pause before he answers.

“Dio, Dio Brando.”

You extend a hand.

“[Name] Clarke.”

He stares at your hand for a moment before looking back into your eyes, ignoring the gesture.

“You shouldn’t be so trusting.”

You give him a confused look as he turns his back to you.

“Get home safe [Name].”

He starts walking away.

“Wait.”

He stops, turning slightly to look back at you. Your focus flickers to the deep purple bruise on his neck.

“You too, Dio.”

He stays silent, opting to turn back around and continue walking. Disappearing down another street, you’re left wondering if he’ll be ok. But you know nothing would come of following him, so you resume your path home. If your father was home by now he’d be worried sick, you break into a light jog to make up for lost time.

Opening the door to your home, you walk inside to find it empty. You’re a little disappointed, but not surprised. Your father works as a bartender so it’s not uncommon for him to work into the late hours of the night. Sighing, you close the door behind you.

You walk over to the small wooden table, it’s barely big enough for you and your father. On it sat a bowl of bread rolls, you pluck one from the pile and make your way to the bed. Taking a seat, you hungrily bite into the morsel. You grimace at the stale texture. Regardless, you finish the whole thing.

Feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you, you lay your head on the bed and lethargically pull the sheets over you. Curling up into a foetal position, you eventually drift to sleep.

James Clarke slowly opens the door, taking care to be quiet. The house is completely still when he enters.

“[Name]?”

A loud snore is the only response he gets.

He silently laughs to himself as he kicks off his shoes and closes the door. Making his way over, he feels a tinge of guilt when he realises it’s his bed you had fallen asleep on. Gently moving you over and attempting to not wake you up, he slides into bed next to you. Despite his efforts you stir from your sleep, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You sleepily greet him.

“You’re home…”

You snuggle into him. You immediately regret this course of action and scrunch up your nose.

“You’re stinky…”

He wraps an arm around you, bringing you closer and plants a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I know, I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmk… love you.”

“I love you too.”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you had already fallen back asleep. Shaking his head, he pulls the sheet over the two of you before finally letting slumber take him as well.

[burningstar-light]

Little Injuries (Seongjun Baek x Reader)

@spaceyflowers @spaceyflowerswriting

Content: friends to lovers, delinquent Seongjun, you're both in love and don't realise it until the end of the story

Warnings: injury kissing, old lady fussing over you being a cute couple, food and food being eaten.

3rd pov

The sound of a bell rang clear through the building, the teacher's voice instructed the group of rowdy students to leave the classroom. One young man hung back, the teacher and student making light conversation as they both packed their respective items, a knock sounded at the door, both looked over, the young man's face lit up, lips pulling into a bright smile.

Reader’s Pov

My knuckles rap lightly against the wooden door, poking my head through the entryway, my eyes finding Seongjun right away, he looked pretty in that slightly rough way of his. Short dark hair was ruffled, his uniform was rumpled, shirt untucked, blazer open, the two top buttons had fallen off, eyes flick down to settle on his hands as he grips the back of the chair, purple bruises coat his knuckles, he must have been in another fight.

I watched Seongjun bid the teacher goodbye, collecting his things and walking over to me, his shoulder bumps softly into mine, I stumbled slightly, his laugh filled my ears. I whip around scowling at him, a hand grabs my arm gently pulling me so I stand upright.

“Can’t even stand straight,” he chuckled again, “that’s the entire reason no one is scared when you threaten to fight them.”

“Hey! Everyone is scared of me!” I bark out, frowning up at him, all he replies with is a soft hum as he tugs me along down the hall. His hand grabs my bag from my shoulder flinging it over his own, before grabbing my arm again muttering something about how we can’t have me falling over again.

“You know you don’t need to wait for me everyday,” he pauses, “I really do appreciate it.”

I watched him run his free hand through his hair, ruffling his hair, his blue eyes slid to mine, a cheeky grin slipping across his face.

“Well, how could we break our tradition? We’ve been walking home together since we’re in primary, PLUS! Everytime you leave my sight you get into a fight!”

“Then you should stay by my side all the time then, keep me from getting in trouble,” he grinned down at me, “plus everyone would be running away, anyway, since you’re so scary.”

“Yeah, yeah… Enough making fun of me… Are we still going to that little cafe today?”

“But making fun of you is so fun,” I push open the door as he talks, holding it for him and continuing our track away from the school, his eyes glimmering mischievously as he speaks, “we can go to the cafe if you come to my next judo match.”

 “You act like I’m not always at your matches, I don’t think I’ve missed one in the last 2 years, dummy.”

He chuckled softly, “ I guess that’s true, what if you show up in a cheerleading outfit this time, ya know with the pom-pom’s and everything, you cheering from the sidelines might just encourage me to win faster… I can hear it now,” his voice turns high and mocking, “Seongjun! Seongjun! You’re so strong and amazing! I’ve never met someone so hot and sexy.”

“Well, first off, I’m not going to show up to your match with a cheerleading costume on, and secondly I’d never call you any of that!”

I watched his head tilt back, laughter falling from his open lips, I couldn’t help but join him in laughing, bumping my shoulder against his. We squable some more as we walk to the cafe, chatting and laughing together. My fingers curl around his hand dragging him towards the hidden cafe, it was magical, all vines and old wood, pastel flowers poking from between the green, fairy lights strung up over head. Freshly brewed coffee and fragrant pastries wafted towards us as we enter, my stomach grumbling loudly, my mouth watering at the smell, we settle down at a booth, soft leather cushioning us, lovely old wooden tables shined under our hands. We ordered quickly as the waitress came to our table, for me a hot chocolate he ordered a tea and an assortment of pastries for the both of us.

“Seongjun,” my voice was serious and low, his blue eyes focused on me filled with worry, “give me your hands and my bag.” 

He did so with no words, he laid both hands on the table in front of me, bruised and scabbed, my fingers reaching into my bag, plucking out a small jar and a few small bandaids. I gently take his hand into mine, smearing the sweet smelling salve over his knuckles, rubbing them in small circles, I repeat on his next hand, cute band aids soon cover his hands, pink hearts and strawberry themed. Without thinking my lips pressed against his injuries, kissing each knuckle tenderly, my eyes flicked up to watch him, pale skin was burning a deep red, his bottom lip taken between his teeth, warm blue eyes meet my own, they swirled with warmth and something else, I lean my cheek against his palm softly.

“Now, they’ll heal faster,” i murmur.

A cheerful bubbly voice tears me from my trance, my body jerks backwards, hands lingering on his for a moment longer before pulling away somewhat reluctantly. 

“Oh my! What an adorable young couple,” the older woman places the drinks and dishes between us, she claps her hands together happily, “you two remind me of me and my husband in our youth! Make sure to come here often, for such a sweet couple we’ll always keep our best pastries, let me take care of you!”

I smile at her nodding quickly, “We’ll try to come back everyday, thank you so much!”

She walks away quickly humming a cheerful tune, I turn back to joon, his eyes were on me again as he sipped his drink, warmth bloomed at my cheeks as I scooped up a pastry, I bit into it letting out a soft noise at the taste, sweet and buttery. 

“Omg! You have to try this, it's wonderful!” I mutter happily, bring the pastry up to his lips, his large band aid covered hand cupping my own as he took a small bite, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip collecting the flakes of pastry that had crumbled off.

“She’s right, ya know, we would make an adorable couple,” he smirked, hand sliding down my arm before cupping my cheek, his thumb swiping the crumbs off my bottom lip, I lean against his palm.

“We’ve been best friends for years, are you sure you’re ready to make this leap? Dating?” I wanted it, truly I did but did he?

“Yes,” his voice was soft, “I don’t think, I’ve wanted something more in my life.”

I nod, turning my head to press a kiss to his wrist, “let’s be together, but let’s take it slow, i don’t want to rush anything and possibly mess what we have up.”

I let out a soft yelp as he squeezed my cheek between his strong fingers, his hand slid to my chin holding my face in place as he leaned in, warm lips pressing against my cheek.

“Here, now it will heal faster.”