#(do people still need to tag kisses/pda? just curious)
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Strangetober, Day 1
#doctor strange#stephen strange#cloak of levitation#gijinka#strangetober#bechno art#(i'm not one to follow prompts so i'll just try to draw strange every day :3)#(do people still need to tag kisses/pda? just curious)
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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.
A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex
Word Count: 5.5k
“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.
So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.
Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.
It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.
Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.
It was the best decision he would ever make.
So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.
Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.
In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.
Until it wasn’t.
Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.
That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.
The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.
It makes Spencer sick.
His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.
“There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”
“Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”
“Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.
“Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”
This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.
“You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.
“Not exactly.”
The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.
Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.
“Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”
“There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”
He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.
“The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.
“Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”
Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.
--
The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.
Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.
“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.
“I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.
“Busy?”
JJ nods.
“Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”
Of fucking course.
Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.
He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.
“– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.
“She’s not interested.”
The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.
“What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”
Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.
Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.
“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”
Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.
“What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”
Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.
When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.
“I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”
“Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.
“Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”
“M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”
“I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”
Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.
“Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”
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As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.
“Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.
You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.
“What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.
“You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”
You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.
“Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.
“Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.
Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.
He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.
“You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”
You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.
“Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”
Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.
“You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.
“Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”
“God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”
By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.
Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.
Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.
“M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”
Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.
“Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”
Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.
“Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”
“Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”
Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.
“Open.”
You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.
“Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”
You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.
“D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.
“So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”
You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.
You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.
“Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.
“S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”
Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.
“Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”
And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.
“Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”
“So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.
“F-Fuck, Spencer!”
“Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.
You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.
“Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”
“Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”
Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.
“C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”
“I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.
Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.
“How many do you think you deserve?”
You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.
“However many you want to give me. I can take it.”
Spencer returns your smile.
“Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.
You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.
“T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.
It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.
“Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”
The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.
Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.
“You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds.
“Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips.
Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.
“Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.
“I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”
You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.
Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.
“So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”
“S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.
“Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”
“P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”
It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.
Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.
“You okay, princess?”
You give a weak nod.
“M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.
Spencer is the first to pull away.
“Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”
You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.
You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.
“S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.
“Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”
Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.
“Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”
You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.
“Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”
You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”
“Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.
Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”
He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.
Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”
“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”
And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.
After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.
“You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”
It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.
“You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.
“Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”
“You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”
“Only for you.”
A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.
“We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.
“Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.
“Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”
“Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Is that a no?”
“... Look up the number.”
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Hi there <3 I've read some of your works and i'm in love with your writing. May I please request a fluff gojo x fem!reader? Like they finished their work in the evening and spend the rest of the night together at home💕 It could be a oneshot or a hc, whichever you feel to write. Thank you so much ^^ I'm sorry just in case my request is somehow not really clear☺️
Of course! here you go <3
Mochi
Gojo Satoru x reader
Warnings: none! entirely fluff! this will quite literally rot your teeth. afab reader
a/n: this ended up being a little longer than I intended lol whoops
Word Count: 2.5k
Satoru Gojo is a busy man.
The strongest can't really take a break. He’s on call 24/7. People are pulling him in all directions simultaneously. With everything that's been going on, between the mess with Sukuna, and everything happening at the school, he’s been short on time.
He needs a break.
He's more tired than he lets on. He’s good at hiding it. Especially around his students. It's hard to pull him away from his work. He's insistent that he’s fine. When you’re around someone for so long, you learn to pick up when they aren't. He can pretend to be fine all he wants. You know otherwise.
Sometimes what the strongest needs is someone to boss him around.
He’s capable of taking care of himself. He’s proven that already. But worrying is in your nature. You care about him, of course you’re going to worry.
You were a first year when you met him, having just transfered schools after an incident involving a curse. In a matter of weeks your life had seemingly been flipped on its head. The switch took some time to get used to. Switching schools your first year, let alone switching to this one in particular, was never going to be easy. Getting used to the way Jujutsu society worked took a while. He was a year above you, and you remember absolutely hating him. Gojo was insufferable- or you found him to be such. But he was friends with Nanami, who was a friend of yours, so you reluctantly hung out with him. Nanami, being in the same year as you, was the first to help you out, extending a hand and helping you get used to the way things worked.
Spending time with him didn't do much to change your views. The two of you couldn't have been more different. You still are. But something about opposites attracts.
The first time you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the first time he saved your life.
It may be a bit of an over exaggeration. You’re certain you would have survived without his help, but that could also be an attempt to preserve your pride. You went after a curse, not expecting it to be as strong as it was. As far as you knew, it shouldn't have been stronger than a grade three. Being a grade two at the time, this should have been well in your ability. There ended up being more than one curse, and they were stronger than anyone had realized. You were in over your head.
It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. It's not like you could pick and choose which curses you fought. As a student, that was decided for you.
You had resigned to your fate, separated from the others, injured. Nothing fatal. It left a cool scar, though. But you were well out of your league, put on an assignment far harder than you could deal with. You hate to admit defeat, but you had no other option.
Out of what seemed like thin air came Gojo, taking out both curses like it was nothing. Despite not liking him all that much, it was hard to not be impressed. He was strong. Stronger than you could ever hope to be.
You made it home in one piece.
It was three days before you’d finally confront him.
Getting him alone was hard enough. Being an underclassman, you didn't interact with him a whole lot. You didn't have any classes together. The few times you ran into him were when you hung out with Nanami, who was gone at the time.
When the opportunity presented itself, you took it, cornering him behind the school.
Even back then it was impossible to sneak up on him. He could sense you coming.
“Jesus-” he said, referring to you by your last name, “you look like you want to kill me.”
“You helped me out.” You said. “Why?”
He only shrugged. Not wanting to take that for an answer, you followed him. You were insistent you paid him back. You’d never let a debt like that go unpaid. The first debts are always the hardest to pay back. And when a first debt involves saving your life, well, you’ve got a lifetime to pay back. You only left once Gojo showed up. He needed to talk to Gojo about something, and although you were curious, you didn't feel like sticking around.
Gojo spent the next couple days scheming. You were determined enough you would do just about anything. He could have easily abused his power. It would have been even easier to force you to drop it, but something told him you weren't about to take no for an answer.
You wouldn't.
3pm in the bathrooms. It was hardly a week later. Your last class had ended for the day. You had snuck cigarettes in, blowing the smoke out of the crack in the window. You don't smoke anymore, but you went through nearly a pack a day in high school. There wasn't a specific brand you liked—you didn't necessarily like smoking, but you did it when you were stressed—you just used whatever you got ahold of.
You didn't hear the door open. Gojo wasn't the sneaky type, but he could be when he wanted. You weren't too hard to sneak up on.
If you didn't have contraband that likely would have gotten you expelled, you would have screamed when you saw him. He scared you, not to mention he snuck into the girl’s bathrooms. The two of you would be in equally deep shit if you reported the other. So at that moment you came to a silent agreement.
“You still want to pay me back?” He asked. “Cause I have an idea.”
You perked up at his words.
“Get me mochi from that shop just down the road. You know the one that just opened up?” He asked. “Bring me some and I’ll call us even.”
“That's it?” You asked. It was almost anticlimactic. But despite everything, he was insistent.
Gojo hasn't changed a whole lot since then.
He still has his sweet tooth. He still makes you get him mochi from that shop. It feels like you’re the ones keeping it in business nowadays.
You’re not quite sure who made the first move.
Soon you began spending more time together away from Nanami and Geto. You got along better than anyone—mostly you—ever expected. You weren't the most outwardly affectionate. While you were far from shy, pda wasn't really your thing. Gojo is the opposite. Even now, years after you began dating, he’s still clingy. You’ve gotten used to it. Gojo is possessive, he wants everyone to know you’re his. Not that they don't know already. He can't shut up about you.
Getting him alone has always been hard. Not much has changed in the past few years. He’s only gotten busier. Try to drag him away from work all you want, you rarely succeed.
Tonight he's come willingly. He finished his work early, and all you had left was stuff you could finish in the morning.
Nights at home like this—together—are rare. It feels like you hardly see him anymore. You often fall asleep alone, only to wake up to the other side of the bed being cold. He’s been so occupied with this business with Yuji, that he’s hardly had time for anything else. You sneak away during your breaks, like you’re teenagers again, stealing kisses between classes. You almost don't know what to do.
It almost feels like you should do something to celebrate.
The lights are off when you get home. Your apartment looks empty. Megumi must still be out with his friends.
“What should we do for dinner?” Gojo asks.
“Takeout?” You say. "I don't feel like cooking."
Gojo’s a decent cook, but he doesn't feel like doing so either. He’d get takeout every night if you’d let him. But that's not good for him (or Megumi) so you force him to do otherwise. Because you’re normally home, and you like baking, you’re usually the one to make dinner. There's not much in the fridge. You'll have to get groceries eventually. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It shouldn't take long.
“How does Korean barbeque sound?" He asks. "From that place down the street?”
"Sounds good,"
You find a menu buried in one of your kitchen drawers, stashed with other takeout menus. You pick out something—two meals, plus some sweet buns for dessert—he calls the restaurant. You pay the extra cash to have it delivered. Neither of you feel like going and picking it up. It's more convenient than the alternative.
The tv drones on in the background while you wait. There’s not much on tv at this hour. News, some late night soaps. While you do like your occasional soap opera, none that you normally watch are on. Gojo changes it to the news. The weather. It looks like it'll rain tomorrow morning, but the rest of the day is supposed to be warm.
"We should go to the park tomorrow," you say, "having a picnic sounds nice."
Gojo hums in approval. As long as you make those tea cakes—the ones with honey drizzled on top—he'll agree to tag along. Maybe you'll go check out the bookstore too. It's been a while since you've last gone.
You strip out of your uniform, pulling on some more comfortable clothes; a pair of shorts and one of Gojo's shirts. It smells like him. You can't help but bury your nose in the collar.
When there’s a knock at the door, Gojo is the one to answer. He returns with your food. You gather napkins and utensils. Gojo never saw the point in anything other than stainless steel chopsticks. Or wooden ones—those given to you with takeout—if he wasn't feeling up to doing dishes. You, on the other hand, bought all sorts of colorful ones and stands that may or may not have been lifted from various restaurants. That's one habit from your teenage years you never lost. You'd pocket almost anything that wasn't nailed down. Your apartment has a rather impressive assortment of salt and pepper shakers. Not to mention the box of hotel soaps you never use, but took because you "might" need it. He enables you, taking some whenever he stays out of town, bringing them home for you. Gojo can hardly say no to you.
Gojo settles next to you on the couch, his shoulder pressed to yours. He can't keep his hands off of you. He’s possessive by nature. Everyone has to know you’re his. He always has to be touching you. Not necessarily with his hands, but he presses his thigh against yours while sitting next to you, or his body pressed against yours from behind in public.
The two of you eat in relative silence. Gojo’s attention turns to the tv, but that doesn't stop him from practically laying on top of you. Occasionally he’ll sneak bites of your food, and you of his.
When you’re done, you clear away the empty containers, sitting any leftovers in the fridge. Gojo sprawls out on the couch. He easily takes up any bit of space. The couch can hardly fit all 6-foot-something of Gojo. It hardly fits you. You've been meaning to look for another one, but haven't found the time to.
He opens his arms, and instinctively you go into them. You move so you can rest partially against the arm of the couch, Gojo's head leaning against your shoulder. His arms loop around your waist, his fingers lacing over your stomach.
It doesn't take him long to begin to drift off. He falls asleep in the crook of your neck. The low sound of the tv, combined with the warmth of his body makes you want to drift off to sleep. Sleeping on the couch like this isn't very good for your (or his) back, but you don't want to move.
The next time your eyes open, some late night game show plays, disturbing your sleep with loud music. The clock on the wall reads some time past two. It's hard to read the minute hand. You gently shake Gojo awake. One of his eyes cracks open and he lets out a soft “hm?”
“Come to bed,” you say, your arms wrapping around his neck, “it's late.”
His eyes close, and for a moment you think he’s drifted back off to sleep, when his grip around you tightens, and he’s rolling over on top of you.
“I think I’ll stay here with you, mochi,” he says, planting a wet kiss to your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck makes you shiver.
And though he doesn't move, there's a look in his eyes that tells you he has something planned. You only notice too late that his grip never loosens, and the mischievous glint to his eyes. You couldn't wiggle out of it if you wanted to. You're effectively trapped.
He litters your neck with kisses, sending you into a giggling fit, and he doesn't stop until you’re begging him to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from laughing. Your nails dig into your palms so hard they leave little crescent-shaped indents.
When you finally settle down, he’s pulling you into his arms bridal style, heading for your shared room. The bed is still unmade from this morning. Neither of you bothered to put it away. You were busy, and the thought slipped your mind.
Gojo shoves the covers aside, pulling you to lay on his chest. His fingers gently trace up the curve of your spine as he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin. He’s careful with how he touches you, loving, and soft. It's like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body. His heartbeat is audible. Steady, and quet, acting as a lullaby. Your eyes shut, but you’re still awake. The intimacy of the moment doesn't go over your head.
He thinks he could die happy at this moment. Any moment, with you, really. Even during fights, or nights where he doesn't come home until long after you’ve fallen asleep, and you’re left irritated with his lack of time. As long as you’re by his side, he’s content.
He doesn't give much to the thought of settling down. His work will never let him. Neither does he think much about having any biological children. You practically have two already. Settling down isn't really an option for the strongest. This is the closest he’ll get to it.
For now, he just thinks about the park, and the blue sundress you always wear when you go.
Not many people can say they’ve changed who Satoru Gojo is as a person—let alone for the better—but you’ve changed him twice. Once in your meeting behind the school, and once again tonight. He’s found the one.
The first debt is always the hardest to pay back. But you've paid it in full.
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Meeting and Dating Farmer Ted
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
- Regardless of where the two of you have your first conversation, Ted probably knew of and had a crush on you before you were even aware of his existence.
- He’d probably seen you around school and thought that you were really pretty but just didn’t have the nerve to introduce himself while you were with your friends/around people. But now was his perfect chance.
- You’d been sitting outside of the school, waiting for somebody, when he’d slinked up to you all dorkily suave. Considering you were somewhat distracted by a book, you probably didn’t realize someone was approaching you until they’d; or rather he’d, sat beside you.
- Somewhat surprised and curious, you looked up and over at him, meeting his eyes as he gave you a smile. He greeted you, making small talk as you sat together before asking if you “wanted to go out Saturday night”.
- You found him sort of endearing and cute in a wimpy sort of way so; much to his genuine surprise, you actually said yes.
- For your first date, the two of you went to the movies. He kept sneaking glances at you throughout the night and held his hand open on the armrest like halfway through the movie, waiting to see if you’d take it; which you probably did.
- He probably rushes to go tell Bryce and Cliff about everything that happened after the two of you say goodbye.
- You have your first kiss about a week after your first date. You were sitting together in his bedroom and he’d mentioned how “it may come as a surprise …but you’re the first girl he’s ever gone out with.” before telling you how he really likes you and is wondering if you’ll be his girlfriend.
- Obviously, you agree and after an almost instantaneous “really?!”, he all but smashes his lips to yours. When the two of you pull away, he shyly apologizes but you just laugh and tell him it’s fine.
- And there you have it, the geek finally gets the girl.
- Lots of pda. He wants to show off and flaunt your relationship; particularly because he knows that no one would automatically assume that the two of you are dating whenever you’re together.
- His arm around your shoulder. It makes him feel like a stud.
- Handholding.
- Hugs from behind. He does occasionally give you an actual squeeze but, more often than not, he just wraps his arms loosely around you while the two of you stand together.
- He loves kisses on the cheek. He always tries his best to play it cool but his heart skips a beat whenever you give him one.
- Clumsy kisses. You’re probably going to be his first kiss so expect him to be a little bad at it for a while; and possibly scrape you with his braces.
- Soft kisses.
- Sitting in his lap. He likes wrapping his arms around you and looking up at your face or whatever you’re doing in front of him whenever you do.
- He loves cuddling and enjoys doing it in any way that you can. Spooning? Great! You laying your head on his chest? Even better! Him laying his head on you? Wowza!
- You’ll probably catch him staring at you a lot. He’s just amazed that such a wonderful girl like you is giving him the time of day.
- He calls you pet names more than your actual name, particularly in front of people because; once again, he likes showing off that you’re a couple. He must have at least a dozen different terms of endearment that he calls you interchangeably.
- Lame pick up lines. He still tries to flirt with you; even though he’s arguably bad at it.
- He likes making you laugh at his absurdity, especially if you’re noticeably upset; either with him or at something else.
- Singing along and lip syncing to the radio together.
- Dancing with each other.
- Giving all of his geeky interests a try.
- Letting him explain floppy disks and computers and all that to you. He’s actually sort of brilliant if we’re being honest here.
- Pizza dates.
- Movie dates. I can’t tell you why but I feel like Ted would enjoy watching old movies, movies with like Frank Sinatra in them and all the other golden age of Hollywood stars.
- Taking walks around the neighborhood together; maybe walking a dog together if you’re interested in that.
- Going to the park. You usually sit on the swings together and talk whenever you do.
- Arcade dates.
- County fairs, carnivals, and amusement parks. He likes taking you to those types of things, he thinks they’re really fun.
- Having “his dudes” interrupt and tag along with you guys a lot. He’s quick to tell them to scram but you usually feel kinda bad and just tell them they can stay if they’d like to.
- He definitely tries to get you a bit out of your comfort zone but never minds if you just don’t feel like doing something. The two of you could just be standing and doing nothing and he’d be completely fine with it purely because he’s with you.
- He said it himself: he’s a total pushover for pretty girls. You can convince him to do pretty much anything because he’s too twerked up to say no.
- Doing his makeup. Did you see his lid space? The clean close shave? He’d probably outright refuse at first but he’d give in easy enough and you’d get to make him gorgeous.
- He loves the smell of your perfume. He’ll never admit it but he sprays himself with it before he leaves your house so that he can smell like you for the rest of the night. It’s comforting to him.
- He definitely messes around with your stuffed animals whenever he’s bored, you’re not paying attention to him, or just to make you smile.
- Making you laugh is one of his main missions in life. He loves hearing the sound; even if it’s at his expense.
- Helping him clean up the messes he makes when he’s a total klutz, or just silently helping him when he’s awkwardly and cluelessly fumbling with something.
- Standing up for him; especially if you’re higher on the social hierarchy.
- Walking to class together.
- Sitting with him at lunch; even though it’s sort of social suicide. You get a lot of stares and weird interactions from the other geeks but Bryce and Cliff have gotten used to you and have become pretty good friends of yours.
- Him carrying your things, or you; he’s surprisingly strong for such a little guy.
- You’re like 90% of his impulse control and one of the only reasons he’s still alive. You keep him in check because he desperately needs it sometimes.
- Sharing secrets.
- Having earnest conversations. Most of the time, he feels like he needs to put up a front to seem cool but the longer you're together, the more he realizes you like him for him and that he can just be himself.
- He can act like a bit of a jerk sometimes but he does genuinely care about your feelings and is actually pretty good at making you feel better when you’re feeling down.
- He’s definitely pretty jealous. You hang out with him and a bunch of geeks who are constantly ogling and trying to get close to you. Not to mention the fact that you’re really pretty and could bag a boy who’s much higher on the social ladder than he is.
- He’s not overprotective of you but he does care enough about you to put his weeny ass on the line. He may not be the most helpful in a dangerous/scary situation but he’s fully ready to get his ass kicked to defend you; he’s gotten it bruised for less than that.
- You don’t fight a lot but the two of you do get into a few good arguments and fights. You’ll argue for a while until you move to just leave, he’ll stop you and calm his tone down while trying to reason with you and explain his point of view. He has a habit of saying the wrong thing or doing things without thinking so that may be part of the reason you’re moving to leave.
- He is genuinely sorry whenever he’s blatantly messed up but he’ll usually apologize for his attitude regardless of who’s in the wrong and say “but you have to admit x” and you will have to admit it no matter how stubborn you are.
- He likes when you tell him that you love him but he’s a bit too shy to say it back in fear of messing up his “stud persona”. He’ll usually just give you a kiss and tell you he loves you when you’re alone.
- You’re his first love so he has that naive, “we’re gonna last forever” mindset; even though he doesn’t talk about it all that much. That’s not to say that you won’t though, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful life together.
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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 21
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“Hi,” she greets him as he walks in the door, “I have something for you.”
She’s perched in the armchair, a smile that’s coy and playful curling the corners of her mouth. He gives her a curious smirk as he slips off his shoes and overcoat.
“Okay, like a gift?” he asks, crossing the room to plant a kiss on her lips, stealing another to enjoy the warm feeling of her mouth against his, which is chilled from the wintery air outside.
She shakes her head as he goes into the bedroom, changing into sweats and a T-shirt.
“You’re going to have to find it,” she calls from the other room, and he smiles to himself.
This is his favorite version of her; playful and flirtatious, quick to smile and laugh. He loves all aspects of her personality, but the rarity of this one makes it feel special. She almost never acts this way in front of anyone else, even her family; it feels like it’s just for him. He moves to stand at the threshold of the living room, leaning against the wall.
“Are you going to give me a hint?” he asks, and she considers the question with a thinking man pose.
“Well, I will tell you that right now you are very, very, cold,” she finally says.
His eyebrows lift in understanding and he walks back into the bedroom.
“Colder!” she calls, and he moves to the kitchen.
“Still cold.”
He walks to her desk.
“Mmm, slightly warmer.”
Next he steps close to the fireplace.
“A little warmer.”
He turns to look at her and narrows his eyes. He takes a step towards her.
“Oh, warmer.”
He stands directly in front of her chair.
“Getting hot,” she says with a playful lilt to her voice.
He drops to his knees between her legs.
“Very, very hot.”
He slips his fingers into the waistband of her pants.
“On fire,” She says with a smile.
He moves to pull her pants down and the tips of his fingers meet with something foreign near the top of her thigh. He quirks his head quizzically, fitting his whole hand into her pant leg and pulling out two long strips of cardstock. Airline tickets.
“How do you feel about a California Christmas?” she asks hopefully, and he looks at the tickets to see that the destination is San Diego, December 22nd.
He knew that she and her mother had been talking about flying out to see Bill for the holiday, but he’d assumed that he’d be left at home.
“What about Priscilla?” he asks, both touched that she wants to include him in her family’s celebration and nervous about meeting her older brother, who he understands will hate him by default.
“We can ask the Gunmen to look after her,” she offers. “Unless you don’t want to come with me?”
He can tell by her tone that it’s not meant to be a way for him to opt out, but a test of his willingness to go. She clearly wants him to.
“Of course I want to go with you,” he replies, moving close and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I will admit to being a little worried about meeting your brother, and in his home, on his turf.”
She gives him a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry too much about Bill. Missy and Charlie are going, and Mom of course, and they love you. I know Tara will too. So even if he does pull the big brother card and give you a hard time, we have strength in numbers.”
“Is Byers going?” he asks hopefully, and she shakes her head. “Missy only just barely told Mom about him. It’s too soon for them.”
“But not for us?” he asks with the smile he reserves for the times when she alludes to the seriousness of their commitment.
She shakes her head slowly. “Not for us,” she says.
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“Oh my god, I’m going to lose my mind, Mulder.”
She’s pacing around the apartment, putting things into different piles and open suitcases, her level of stress palpable in the air.
“Honey, stop for a second,” he says, grabbing her by the shoulders and dipping his head to meet her eye. “Take a deep breath,” he instructs, waiting as she does so. “We don’t need to leave for the airport for another twelve hours,” he says, keeping his own tone calm and level to counter hers, “we have plenty of time to pack.”
“It’s not just the packing, Mulder, this entire week was a nightmare. Everything I was hoping to accomplish before this trip was waylaid in one way or another; I missed my doctor’s appointment because of an emergency autopsy and forgot to reschedule it before they closed on Friday, Trudy was out sick half the week so I had to absorb her workload, the dry cleaners lost the dress I was going to bring for Christmas Eve mass, Priscilla is out of food AND litter, and I can’t find my earplugs for the plane,” she rattles off.
He pulls her into a hug, feeling her relax a bit with the contact.
“I will go pick up cat food, litter and earplugs,” he says, pulling away to look at her again, “and I’ll remind you to call the doctor tomorrow and reschedule. Wear that blue dress with the little flowers on it to mass, it looks beautiful on you. And try to breathe,” he finishes, giving her a sympathetic smile.
She forces a small smile onto her mouth and takes another deep breath. “Thank you,” she says quietly.
He pours her a big glass of wine before bundling himself up against the cold and venturing out into the December night.
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She glances at Mulder intermittently, watching for signs of overwhelm. She knows that coming from a small, dysfunctional family means that he’s not accustomed to the type of gathering they are currently entrenched in; the entire Scully clan plus Tara’s parents and brother, and several members of their church. He seems to be faring okay, sipping a beer while talking sports with Charlie and a few others.
As nervous as he’d been about meeting Bill, he was well prepared. Scully directed him to speak highly of the Chargers while eviscerating the Patriots, and to go easy on the PDA. While they aren’t exactly best friends, Bill doesn’t seem to actively dislike him, and they are calling that a win.
She’d fully expected them to be set up in separate rooms given Bill’s traditional family values, but the number of people who needed to be housed made that impractical. They ended up relegated to the guest room and a single twin bed, though the enormous stack of pillows and blankets arranged on it suggest that one of them is expected to make a bed on the floor. They don’t do that, of course, instead sleeping nested together like spoons, Mulder continuously making half-hearted attempts at getting frisky while she laughs and slaps his hand away.
They are dressed for midnight mass on Christmas Eve, Scully in her flowered blue dress and Mulder in one of his typical weekday suits. They sit in the pew between Mom and Charlie, hands clasped chastely on the bench between them, suppressing giggles as he leans over to warn her that he is at risk of bursting into flame. He traces patterns on her palm with his index finger and she realizes at some point that they are letters. She concentrates, trying to understand his message, expecting it to be ‘I love you’ or something similarly sweet. When she puts together that he is spelling out ‘sex tonight?’ she looks over at him with wide eyes and then purses her lips together tightly to keep from laughing, doing her best to glare at him.
They file sleepily through the door at nearly 2am, quietly going off into their respective bedrooms and pull-out couches, hoping to get some rest before Christmas festivities in the morning. Scully quickly brushes her teeth and washes her face before darting to the bedroom, wriggling under the covers and pressing her back against Mulder, her cold toes brushing against his shins.
“Hm, you’re cold,” he says softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
“Thanks for going to mass,” she whispers back, “it meant a lot to my mom to have all of us there.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” he answers, his breath hot on her neck, “it’s nice to feel like a part of a real family.”
She threads her fingers through his where they rest on her belly, squeezing his hand. She tries to go to sleep, but his chest rising and falling against her back and the heat of his groin tucked against her backside are distracting. She wiggles a little bit against him.
“Hmmm,” he responds, thrusting his hips against her gently.
She swore that she was not going to have sex at her brother’s house. She knows that they can go without for the week they are here. But as she feels him grow hard against her ass, the throbbing between her legs suggests otherwise. No doubt it’s exacerbated by the forbidden nature of the situation; the door doesn’t have a lock and the house is quiet and still, though packed with enough ears that the risk of being heard is high. When his lips press against the back of her neck, she knows she’s done for.
She reaches behind herself to slip her hand into his pajama pants, stroking him firmly as he breathes hard into her ear, suppressing the groan that she knows would normally result from her touch. He pushes his pants down to his knees with one hand, then hurriedly brings hers down as well. She emits a small gasp when he slips inside her, simultaneously pushing his hand under her pajama top to squeeze her breast.
“Jesus fuck, you’re wet,” he whispers harshly in her ear, and she wants to make a joke about not taking the lord’s name in vain on his birthday but when he starts pumping in and out deliciously slowly, the thought slips from her mind.
If he moves too quickly the bed squeaks, so he keeps a languid pace as he pinches her nipples and kisses her neck, then slides his hand down to play with her clit in the tight space between her legs, which are still pinned together by the pajama pants around her knees. It feels incredible, and yet the necessary slowness and need to stay quiet make her wonder if she will be able to come. As if intuiting this, Mulder withdraws momentarily, sitting up and freeing her top leg from her pants, then lies back down and hitches her ankle behind his knee; her favorite position. He pulls the blanket back over them for warmth and modesty, though if anyone were to walk in now they’d have no chance of plausible deniability. With more room to move, he resumes his slow strokes and pairs them with hard and fast circles around her clit, murmuring little affirmations into her ear so softly she can barely hear them, much less anyone else. The vibration of his voice, the slip of his cock, the rough brush of his fingers, all come together in crescendo as she stiffens in his arms, turning to muffle her cries against his mouth as she comes. Now able to focus on his own release, he continues to pump slowly, pressing his face into her neck and letting out a low growl as she feels him throbbing inside her.
He slips quietly out of the bed, retrieving one of his dirty T shirts and swiping it between her legs before he pulls her pajama pants back into place. They get comfortable again, the sexual tension that had prevented them from relaxing before now dissipated.
He kisses her cheek softly, murmuring “Merry Christmas, Scully,” into her ear just before she drifts off to sleep.
In the morning, they sit around the lit tree, drinking coffee and eating pastries as they shake off sleep.
“Is your house haunted, Bill?” Charlie asks, and Bill gives him a doubtful look. “I swear I heard some weird noises, like creaking and whispering, I felt like I was in a horror movie,” Charlie defends.
Scully hides her face behind her coffee cup, glancing over to see Missy giving her a pointed look.
“I’m sure it was just the Christmas spirit,” Maggie says jovially. “Who wants to open presents?!”
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chibi-chan.
synopsis: A little bit of jokes about your height from GoM’s boys or situations where you need some help. But don’t worry, we all know that you are super cute and adorable.
# tags: scenarios; current relationships; comedy; fluff; romance; jokes; also protective/helpful boyfriends; sfw
includes: female reader ft. ryouta kise, daiki aomine, shintarou midorima, atsushi murasakibara, seijuurou akashi & tetsuya kuroko {knb}
— RYOUTA
You’ve been wondering how to impress your boyfriend for a few days, because he hasn’t paid much attention to you for a long time. Even when you came in a different hairstyle or changed your perfume, Ryouta just smiled at you, then stole one kiss from you and run for basketball team training...
Oh, right. Basketball. You didn’t know a bigger fan of this sport than your boyfriend. Stupid thought of playing basketball passed through your head to show off your skills (or rather attempts to have any skills to play in this sport) to Kise.
The more you thought about it, the more convinced you were. You decided to try and on Friday immediately after your lessons you went to the gym. You knew that at 5 p.m. the Kaijou team would start their training, so you only had an hour to take off your whole uniform, jump into the P.E.’s tracksuit and pick one ball from the big bin and start slowly throwing into the basket hoop.
Of course, it’s easy to guess that it was hard for you to hit into the hoop with your... small height. Certainly when you were born, you didn’t queue for ‘being tall’, but rather for a nice smile and big eyes. No wonder that for the first ten casts only one was successful and it was certainly a coincidence, because the ball spun three times on the rim before falling inside.
“I suck in this game.” You muttered under your breath, again taking a position on the first line on the court.
You were so absorbed in the game that you didn’t even notice how a curious blond-head looked inside the gym because of the noise and the light on. What a surprise for Kaijou’s ace who saw you in front of the basketball board and the ball in your hands.
However, when he noticed your next inaccurate shot he laughed under his breath. “I think you’re a little too short for this game, Y/Ncchi.” He said in an amused voice, entered the room. You turned to the voice and then sighed.
“And too short for you to notice me, huh?” You added wearily, catching the ball.
“Y/Ncchi... I always see you!”
“I don’t think so. But I don’t blame you. I just wanted to... impress you. You like basketball, so maybe you would like me more if I could play with you.” You shrugged, throwing ball into the hoop again. Miss. “Shit.”
The blonde man shook his head approaching you. “I like you no matter what you do or how you do it. You don’t have to play basketball to impress me. You should change you for you and only you, not me or someone else. Anyway, I said what I said. I notice you all the time, Y/Ncchi. You looked pretty last time when you had a ponytail. Your new perfume was amazing too. Hmm, now when I think about it, I don’t praised you for that, right? But know that I appreciate everything you do.” He confessed quietly, patting you on the head. “And now Chibicchi, I’ll show you how to play basketball, because you have a terrible position to throw a ball...”
— DAIKI
Aomine definitely loved teasing you the most if your height was at stake. He usually made you as his own armrest or asked what’s weather below. They were a puppy jokes that somewhat irritated you, somewhat amused you, and somewhat embarrassed you, but what can you do? After all, they were just pokes and you knew that well. In retaliation, you often mocked him by calling him a ladder, giraffe or Eiffel Tower.
Daiki was glad you weren’t offended about it because... you were incredibly cute to him when your cheeks turned red and slight insults came from your lips. Of course he would never say it out loud, but you were super fluffy for him and he liked this side of you. And hey, as your tall boyfriend he had nice views from above. For this and if necessary he liked to take you on his lap or cuddle with you on the armchair, because you were the pocket-sized person and he could cover your whole body by his.
But as I wrote, Aomine would never have said it out loud. He just always laughed, saying you were shrunk again.
Of course, Daiki wasn’t such a bastard to you.
I mean, yes. Aomine had the right to make fun of you, but no one else him could do it, because he knew that after all your height is your complex. Your boyfriend spoke his jokes in a gentle way, always saying at the end that he loves your body anyway, because of this he feels more manly and needful. He didn’t spare wet kisses or hickeys on your chest at that time, so you didn’t feel bad with him. You love each other very much.
However, when other people’s jokes were involved, such as those from girls who were jealous of your blue-haired man or gross jokes from boys who didn’t like Aomine or wanted to pick you up... Daiki changed his mood immediately.
Just like now, when you were walking towards Aomine’s class to go to the roof with him and have breakfast. Unfortunately, just before the door a couple of first-year students stopped you; one of them hit the wall with his hand, blocking the way for you.
“Hey, Y/N-chan. Oh, this bento is for me?” The tall black-haired boy took your breakfast box, then raised it high up, smiling broadly. “Thank you, it’s really nice. You are such a damn cutie.”
“Please, no. W-Wait...”
“Maybe we’ll arrange a date? We can go to the cinema and then to me. I think it won't be a problem with you getting into my bed, because you're so small...”
“Don’t touch me and give my bento back!” You jumped to catch the white box, but in vain.
“Oh, I have great views from my perspective.” The teenager laughed, not even noticing the shadow of a much taller person behind him. The box with your bento was picked up and the perverted student was pressed against the wall next to you.
“Why don’t you repeat what you just said a moment ago?” Daiki asked and you immediately ran up to him, hiding behind him. “Harassing girls... especially girls in the relationship... It’s really shitty, don’t you think? Get out, brat and never approach my girlfriend again.”
As I said, only Daiki can use your height for kissing or joking.
And of course to show that he’s the best boy on the whole world.
— SHINTAROU
Your boyfriend was a difficult man. He rarely showed any emotions, but you knew that he cares about you very much and despite his cold behavior he always worries about you.
No less, Midorima is... Midorima. You didn’t know any bigger tsundere than him; especially when you two were together at the random moment.
Like. Did you forget your scarf? No problem, Shintarou will lend you his own and tell you that you are irresponsible and childish. You’re hungry? All right, your boyfriend will buy you something from the school cafeteria or share his bento saying it’s the last time he does it for you (spoiler: this isn’t the last time because he’s a simp for you anyway). You’re tired? Girl... Midorima will take you on his lap and hug you so tight that your heart will melt, but three times he will mention that you can’t tell anyone about this situation. Mom, I love him.
In any case, Shin has his own way of showing affection, which is primarily based on texting to you or bringing for you your lucky items for the day; for example, recently, Midorima brought you a key ring with a puppy's pendant, because Oha Asa mentioned that this wouldn't be a good day for your zodiac... Sweet.
Today, however, he brought to school only an item for you (by the way, it was a Tokyo’s guide), or so you thought, because Shintarou always discusses with you about his lucky thing. And today he didn’t say a single word about it. He only took your hand and led you to class, saying that he would come for you at your next break.
And so, throughout today’s day Midorima didn’t leave you even for a moment, and by the way he still walked with you by the hand, which was a bit strange for you because Shin didn't like a public PDA. Takao was equally surprised.
Only when you started coming back to home with the green-haired man who was walking next to you (of course with your fingers laced with his) you decided to ask Shintarou if something had happened.
“So... your today’s happy item is a holding hands or maybe rather a woman’s hand?” You asked seriously, laughing under your breath, at which Midorima looked at you surprised.
“No.” He said honestly, so you immediately thought that your boyfriend joined into a PDA lovers! You were about to say something, but he continued. “My lucky thing for today is something small, that’s why I thought about you.”
You hit the boy on the shoulder, blushing furiously. “Idiot.”
— ATSUSHI
With Murasakibara, no matter if you were 155 centimeters tall, 168 centimeters tall or even 180 centimeters tall... you would still be small for him. And because you were below average, your relationship looked at least funny, but also sweet.
Of course, Atsushi didn’t care about your height, what’s more – he considered that it’s your advantage because he was pleased to took you in his arms while watching movies or grab your hands and play with them. Therefore, while you were next to him, you praised him and (maybe) from time to time you fed or played with his hair, Murasakibara paid no attention to your height. And when someone asked him if he didn't mind about it, he answered with his the most weary voice ‘Why would that kind of things should bother me? My Y/N-chin is my Y/N-chin and I like her no matter what. Do you have any problem with her or me?’
Of course, Atsushi is a big baby who likes to tease you, but he doesn’t use words for it; I mean, very often, when you want to kiss him, a tall boy laughs quietly and specifically asks that ‘huh, do you have a problem’ to reaching his lips. He always suggests bringing a ladder or chair. You snort, hitting him at the waist and laught shortly after that. Finally, you always pull him by the shirt to bend him down. He can't refuse you anyway.
Especially when you threaten him with not giving him snacks the next day.
Atsushi is a very supportive boy! If someone else teases you and you feel bad about your height difference, then your man always grabs the other person's head and asks rhetorically whether to crush him. Therefore, in order not to feel bad about it, you immediately offer him something to eat; if it's one of his three favorite dishes he'll probably follow you like a faithful dog.
‘Sushi likes to lift you up and help you to get to the basket board. His height is also very helpful when you cook something together, and he has the task of reaching for ingredients or bowls.
Nevertheless, sometimes he can’t refrain from saying that you are really smol. And if you’re together among the crowd, he sometimes he loses sight of you.
Fortunately, Atsu is so tall that you can find he quickly (usually at food stalls).
“You’re lost again, Y/N-chin...”
“You went to the snack machine without even telling me anything!” You laughed reaching for your wallet to buy ice cream for both of you.
“Sorry, sometimes I forget that you’re so small and have short legs, Chibi-chin.”
— SEIJUUROU
Your boyfriend definitely isn’t one of those type who joke about such serious matters as appearance, style or diseases. However, if he only saw or heard that someone was laughing at you, he immediately appeared next to your figure, which caused the tormentor escape. No one dared to object to Seijuurou, it’s a fact.
Akashi, of course, didn’t laugh at your height as I wrote, but this doesn’t mean that he didn’t like the fact that you asked him a favor or asked him to give you something or help you in doing a random thing. This brat asked for something in return each time; usually it was a kiss but sometimes it was also something more.
In any case, your man always went into defense mode when he was with you, through what many people were surprised by his change from Akashi in the basketball team > Akashi in the company of Y/N.
For example, imagine such a scene: You go to your home with Seijuurou because the boy decided to help you with chemistry and physic, but on your the way you unfortunately stumble over the protruding curb and fall into the ground, injuring your knee. Sei immediately changes from ‘full seriousness’ to “God, honey, are you all right?”
“Sei-kun, I’m not dying.”
“Yes, but it looks really bad. Let me take you in my arms.”
“Seijuurou-kun, I can really go on my own legs.”
“I won’t let you. Come here.”
“You’ll be tired and I’m heavy.”
“No, you’re not. You’re tiny.”
There really is no point in arguing with him because you won’t win anyway. Although you have to admit that thanks to the pink-haired you feel really loved and appreciated. There is no person in the world who cares about you like Akashi.
— TETSUYA
This boy is literally an angel. He probably won’t say a bad word about your height, but if he does, he will be 100% unknowingly about it and if he quickly understands his mistake, he will apologize for it; for example, he says you have recently seemed taller, but after a while he will remember that you were wearing shoes with a higher heel that day, not sneakers. Tetsuya is the most supportive boy in the world who will help you with everything you have a problem with.
You can’t reach the top shelf in the store? Kuroko will take your favorite cereal without a word and say that if you need something else from this or other shelf, just tell him. Do you have a problem with hanging laundry or putting curtains on your window? Tetsuya will gladly help you or lift your body to make you more comfortable. Are you cold? This cutie will lend you his sweatshirt/jacket/blanket, saying that you should take care of yourself, because you quickly catch a cold.
You! Literally! Have! Nothing! To! Complain! About!
Angel. I said what I said.
Kuroko isn’t one of the highest either people, so he is somewhat happy that his girlfriend is much shorter than him and sometimes needs his help for even such simple matters as changing a light bulb, reaching for a book in the library or chips from the storage locker in kitchen.
Sometimes, however, you get the impression that Kuroko is too worried about you. Like at this moment when you were going to go swimming with your boyfriend in the lake because you and your friends from Seirin went for a little rest. And also ‘cause the basketball team has a training under the supervision of Riko.
“Y/N-chan can you swim here? It’s quite deep. I’m worried.”
“Yes, Tetsuya, I can handle it. But I will take your hand when I feel threatened.”
“Yes, but you can hurt yourself. Grab me now. Pretty please.”
Kuroko is definitely cute and lovely, but he should chill.
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『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』
Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru
Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*
⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️
A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~
Kambe Daisuke
First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush
Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)
But he absolutely loves spoiling you
Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.
He loves dressing you up and showing you off
But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased
A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng
He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club
He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi
American gangster vibes, honestly
He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else
He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me
Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour
Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up
Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me
He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you
A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu
He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry
From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy
He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable
He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it
He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you
But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while
His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators
His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise
He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out
He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars
He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out
He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way
He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side
It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill
But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist
Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter
His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders
He's a god at eating you out
He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh
Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming
His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf
It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him
The King of Aftercare™
He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry
Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear
He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back
Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing
He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?
Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you
He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better
Help, my heart's so full 🤧
Kato Haru
This man is a sweetie pie, honestly
Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun
Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant
He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time
Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀
Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby
Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions
He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute
Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'
Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt
Spooning. So much spooning
Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.
One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio
The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions
Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too
Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products
He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao
He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers
The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:
1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead
You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add
You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared
Shower sex = never again
But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair
He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power
He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex
And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it
He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute
He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage
He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels
Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well
One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat
He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir
He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him
But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad
His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does
Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even
But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't
Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while
You're his safety net
When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again
He hates putting so much on your shoulders
But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere
This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭
© imo-chan-imagines 2020
#imo chan imagines#fugou keiji balance: unlimited#fkbu#the millionaire detective balance: unlimited#fkbu headcanons#fkbu x reader#kambe daisuke#kato haru#kambe daisuke x reader#kato haru x reader#fkbu smut#fkbu fluff#fkbu angst#i love them so much#one does not simply choose between daisuke and haru#both? both is good
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In Lod what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Tom and reader?
OOOF, here’s a little blurb of it...
Tom’s proposal.Blurb inspired by Limits of Desire.
Tom proposed just before Haz and Lizzie’s wedding, if we’re honest, he had wanted to wait, but he just couldn’t, and it hadn’t been like he’d planned it. He had wanted to do it somewhere very nice, he’d planned to do it on a very nice place.
But he was carrying the ring around everywhere since his mother had given him his grandma’s ring. Yes, he didn’t buy it, no tiffany blue box in his drawer this time, it was more emotional.
And if we’re honest, Tom had wanted to get down on one knee since he had first seen her in that Megara costume. But they both knew that they had a lot to do, they had to settle in a relationship, which, if we’re honest, was very... very easy. They’d just translated old habits into a relationship, and now, thank you very much, they could kiss all day and there was no trouble. And it was very nice, very domestic and intimate, and perfect.
Even when it wasn’t, they weren’t a perfect couple, of course. They’d sometimes have fights, like all couples do, but they loved each other too much to let it sting. Tom would let her cry, and then eventually she’d come back looking for him.
There was a constant in their relationship, they were best friends first and a couple second. If that made any sense, because they’d listen to each other, and they’d cheer the one up. It was never 50/50... It’d be 80/20, or 30/70. But they both gave their 100%. Maybe that’s why it worked. Best friends who happened to be in love with each other.
Even when Tom was away, that’s when things got hard. Only because they’d miss each other too much, until they realized they really didn’t have to be away. Y/N started travelling along with him.
But overall, the relationship was fun. They’d even joke about the events they’d gone through like whenever they’d be walking down a supermarket, they’d joke about y/n running from the aisle, or if Tom would take time to say something they’d joke about having to go back to Mexico so he could finally know what he’d say.
There had been times when Tom was ringless, and he would blurt out the question randomly, ‘hey y/n, if I asked you to marry me would you say yes?’
and then she’d answer ‘Dunno, maybe... but I’ll run away’.
It’d been weird, just before y/n had been so happy about weddings, and she was even writing about them but now... It seemed that she didn’t need it, she only wanted Tom.
But then he had a ring, and he stopped asking it because he didn’t want her to suspect anything. She didn’t.
And then, he’d have reservations in fancy restaurants, or he’d prepare very romantic nights... But that wasn’t it. He thought: the right moment will come. But he knew it had to be something spectacular, he couldn’t do expect anything else, you know? It was y/n, not any other girl, it was y/n.
The girl had been writing amazing things about him, and after all, they’ve gone through, he needed to tell her he loved her in the biggest way, the world had to know it, you know?
But he was conflicted because he knew y/n wasn’t... a big fan of BIG PDA, she was simple. But of course, this couldn't be simple.
But Tom couldn’t wait anymore, and when Haz had gotten engaged, Tom was so stressed. Why hadn’t he proposed yet? Even if y/n wasn’t pushing him to do it, and she barely mentioned it...Everyone else would. Her friends. His friends. His family. Her family. ‘When’s your turn?’
Haz had proposed quicker to Lizzie, and Tom, even after all those years, he was still waiting?
But Tom didn’t know if y/n wanted to get married, because of course, last time she was about to...Well, we know where that ended. But Tom couldn’t stop hinting it. He’d say stuff like: ‘Our wedding will be prettier, it’ll have nicer colors.’ ‘Our wedding will be bigger’ ‘I want to see you on your wedding dress already’ ‘When we get married, there’ll be fireworks’
But he... couldn’t find the right time. It was until the day before Liz and Haz’ wedding when he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
And maybe y/n was super tired because let’s face it, Lizzie sounds like one crazy bridezilla, so maybe she called him like: “Hey, let’s order a pizza, and watch some movies and forget there’s a wedding tomorrow.”
And they were laughing at life, and cuddling and just enjoying the moment, you know? Cuddled against each other, and it felt like any other day they’d gone through. And Tom knew it, Tom finally knew it. He didn’t need anything else, he didn’t need a big wedding, he didn’t need the fireworks and he didn’t need the fancy restaurants.
He didn’t need anything else, not a big wedding, not... anything, he just needed to know he’d spend the rest of his life with her.
So he popped the question.... And he said it, that in a few years that’s all he needed, a couch, a movie on and y/n in his arms, he didn’t ask for anything else but for her to love him for the rest of their lives.
Needless to say, a ring was then on her hand.
And it was a good thing that they didn’t want a perfect wedding, even if they had planned one. It was a good thing that y/n and Tom both knew that in the end, it only mattered that she was walking down the aise to spend the rest of their lives togehter.
It’s a good thing they didn’t care if the wedding had been ruined, it’s a good thing that they didn’t mind if it wasn’t perfect. Trust me, it wasn’t.
Y/N had said: ‘everything that could go wrong, will go wrong’, and damn right she was... But that’s another story.
i’ll tag people from LOD because I feel like I left you guys with a lot of questions.
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henlo! can i request a bokuto scenario where the reader is kuroo's sister (or maybe akaashi's) and they are secretly dating but the rest of the team (and reader's brother ofc) end up finding out? ty in advance 🥺
I kind of had too much fun with this, so pardon the length if you don’t mind. Enjoy anon! :)) I went with Akaashi for plot purposes.
Secretly dating Bokuto and getting caught (ft. fukurodani team) | scenario
“Are they gone yet?” You hesitated to speak up, afraid of being caught in the midst of the scene. Bokuto peeped out of the edge of the hallway, holding onto you for dear life as he broke out a cold sweat. “Nope, they’re gone!” His voice cracked and instantly cupped his mouth after realizing how loud he was. Shrugging off the idea that no one could have possibly heard, you both giggled as the two of you walked towards the opposite direction of where Akaashi and his friends were and headed to the school gates to move on with your date.
You and Bokuto have been dating for roughly three months now and to be honest, it’s been a hell of a ride. He was one of the people you’d least expect to fall for, considering your personality was similar to your older brother Keiji while Bokuto was, well, Bokuto. He would always bring new snacks and barge into your room to share whenever he came over, tag along with Keiji to cheer for your shows, and overall just put in the effort to be there for you when Keiji couldn’t. Soon before you knew it, you both were on your first “date” and eventually, it led to where the relationship was now. Since today was the team’s day off, Bokuto promised to take you out and finally spend some time together after a long tournament over the weekend.
“So are we going to do it?” Konoha smirked as he turned around and tugged on Akaashi’s uniform. Konoha, of all people, was the most curious and mischievous to confirm his conspiracy theory for Bokuto’s disappearance. The rest of the team were already suspicious as to why Bokuto had stopped joining them in their after school hangouts, and Akaashi, who already had his own inkling, really paid no mind to it. “Leave them alone Konoha, I’m sure they have their own reasons as to why they haven’t brought anything up to us” Akaashi nonchalantly picked up his shoes and began changing.
“Them?!” Komi peeked out behind Konoha, surprised that it wasn’t just Bokuto who was “disappearing” but the fact was that Bokuto Koutarou was disappearing with a “somebody”. Akaashi slowly looked up from his shoes and the team could tell he had just mentally smacked himself across the face. His teammates equally went as silent and smirked as a simultaneous thought crossed their mind.
“That does it. Today is National Follow-the-leader Day!” Sakurui laughs as he and Konoha already headed towards the door in the direction where they assumed Bokuto would go. Onaga quietly followed behind them along with Komi, and Washio who Akaashi least expected to follow along gently squeezed his shoulder and chuckled, “I am curious myself too, sorry Akaashi”. In defeat, Akaashi cursed to himself and tried to validate the fact that he needed to follow the gang in the case that they all would end up doing something stupid.
Staring intensely at the menu as if an opponent had just blocked him, Bokuto was having a hard time deciding which corndog to choose from the menu. Rubbing his chin and squinting closer towards the laminated item, you couldn’t help but laugh at the simple sight of your boyfriend. You grabbed the menu from him and attempted to lead him to make a decision.
Two booths behind you were the rest of the Fukurodani volleyball team, dressed out of their school uniforms hiding out from their own menus. “I knew it!” Konoha snapped his fingers as he smirked. His theory was indeed correct; Bokuto Koutarou was with a girl, but who exactly? Both Komi and Konoha wiggled their heads trying to get a better glimpse before Onaga smacked them both to sit still. Akaashi sat at the edge of the booth, still unamused at the entire scene and slightly amused at the fact that his life had come to this.
“Who’s that girl he’s with?” Washio spoke up, adjusting himself to sit back normally and actually attempt to order something. Akaashi peered over and it didn’t take him to much surprise that the person Bokuto was sitting across from was indeed his sister, Y/N. Trying not to show it, Akaashi was also curious to see how the date would go along. With that, the rest of the date consisted of you, Bokuto, and his hidden teammates tagging right behind you.
The rest of the afternoon was spent peacefully (or so you thought) between you and Bokuto. After eating, Bokuto brought you into a stationery store where you both explored the abundance of colored pens, cute sticky notes, and attempted to draw on each other’s faces. He didn’t really care about the fact that you had drawn a penis on his face, for he was too busy having the time of his life with you, his girlfriend. After hopping different stores in the mall, it was finally time for you and Bokuto to head home together.
Upon arriving at your doorsteps, Bokuto pulled you into a warm embrace, squeezing a little tighter than usual as he knew that another tournament would hinder the two of you from spending another date like this again. “Kou, today was so fun!” You pulled away from his chest, smiling as you looked up to his keen yet soft gaze. Bokuto’s hug grew a little stronger as he whined not wanting to leave you either. Right then, he placed a kiss on your forehead to bid goodbye. But that was followed by a loud groan that both left the two of you to look around in complete confusion.
“A FOREHEAD KISS? THAT’S IT?!” Konoha pulled his hair and walked out from his hiding spot, the rest of the team following right behind as they glared at him for busting their cover. Your brows furrowed, “surprised” that the team had shown up out of nowhere.
“I knew it! I knew you nitwits were following us the moment I heard Komi burp after eating his corn dog!” You pointed over to Komi, who now sheepishly smiled with slight guilt. Bokuto, who was the most genuinely surprised amongst the whole group widened his eyes in disbelief. “Y-you guys were following us this whole time?! You too Akaashi?!” Bokuto gapped again.
Akaashi who now felt like he needed to say something, stepped out from hiding behind his teammates and spoke up, “I knew you two were dating ever since you kept asking if my sister was home every time you came over. I only tagged along today to make sure we didn’t ruin it for you two. But you can see, I failed. My apologies Bokuto-san, Y/N” Your brother glanced over to you, his eyebrows raised as he smiled, “And I also figured it out when Y/N shouted your name while she was on the phone the other day”
“H-how?!” You blinked.
“Y/N, we live a wall apart from each other. I can hear you when you crunch chips at two in the morning.” Akaashi called you out.
The rest of the team rumbled with laughter and reassured the two of you that there was no need to hide something so simple. With that, your relationship with Bokuto was now known to everyone, which meant that you two flee as lovebirds as much as you both desire. Let’s just say that this whole day just gave Bokuto the confidence to show more PDA in front of the team. Many kisses, groans, and “get a room”s were to come.
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pairing: JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera
summary: Kiara asks JJ for a favour, and it’s settled — JJ Maybank is going to accompany Kiara Carrera to the Midsummers celebration as her “boyfriend”. However, things get complicated when they find out neither John B nor Pope are coming.
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Summer is Kiara’s favourite season. It’s got the long days, nearly all of which she can spend with the pogues, and her parents generally go on a short vacation every few weeks or so. There’s no school or classes, no real responsibilities aside from helping out at the Wreck, and it’s the time when Kiara’s life makes a little bit more sense than usually.
Aside from, naturally, Midsummers.
‘I’ll take extra shifts at the Wreck,’ offers Kiara. ‘I’ll work seven days instead of five. Or full eight hours instead of four.’
Her mother sighs and shoots Kiara a scolding glare, walking into her room. She places a dress on the queen-sized bed and smoothes out the creases on it. ‘You know how hard your father and I have worked to be a part of this. You’ll enjoy it.’
‘Will I, now.’ Kiara spins around, no longer looking at her mother from the mirror. ‘It’s just one night.’
‘Exactly. One night is all I’m asking from you.’
Kiara’s lips are pursed and hands on her waist. She’s a little taller than her mother, but it’s the older woman who’s holding her own in this situation. Her eyes fall to the dress – it’s lavender silk, simple yet elegant, and Kiara knows it fits her perfectly because she’s the one who picked it, months ago.
It’s her turn to sigh, now. ‘Fine.’
A bright smile graces her mother’s lips, despite the fact that both women knew Kiara would give in, eventually. Her mother knows how to guilt her into things, and Kiara can’t argue the fact that it really is just one night.
Anna Carrera approaches her only daughter and tucks some stray hairs behind Kiara’s ears, until the girl tells her it’s her hairstyle, and it’s meant to be that way.
‘You already look gorgeous,’ says Anna. ‘I can’t wait to see the reaction on boys’ faces. My little Kiara, all grown up.’
‘I’m still sixteen, mom.’
‘But you’re not my little girl. You haven’t been my little girl for a while now.’
‘Stop.’ Kiara sits down in front of her vanity and begins preparing her makeup. Her mother’s standing behind her, giving her the same smile she has when looking at old photographs. ‘No need to get all nostalgic on me just yet.’
This particular thing is the exact reason why Kiara doesn’t like Midsummers, or the kooks, or Figure Eight – it’s all very nostalgic and very uptight, privileged and pretentious. She’s sixteen and her mother is already mourning her youth.
‘I was sixteen when I met your father. We were young, and in love, and—’
‘And casted out because he wasn’t someone that your people liked,’ Kiara cuts in.
Anna pats her daughter’s shoulders, playing with her hair again. ‘Times are different now. Besides, whoever you find, is going to fit in just right. You know, there will be plenty of kind and respectable boys at the festivities tonight. Ward Cameron is getting knighted as the Knight of Rhododendron and his son Rafe is quite a handsome young man.’
Kiara stares at her mother through the mirror. ‘Please tell me you’re not actually trying to set me up with someone.’
‘Of course not. But would it be such a bad thing if I was?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’ asks Anna, and based on the genuine expression on her face, Kiara realises that her mother doesn’t actually see anything inherently wrong with that.
She feels her cheeks burning. ‘Because – because I’ve already got someone.’
‘Oh.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Who is it? How come you haven’t told us?’
‘You’ll meet him tonight,’ Kiara tells her. ‘He’s coming to Midsummers.’
★
In Kiara’s defense, or at least she thinks it’s defense enough, it’s an idea that could not only save her night from becoming a disaster, but also work incredibly well for the pogues. With a few hours left to spare before the Carreras are due to appear at the country club, Kiara texts the person she knows would be perfect for this.
Because, as it happens to be, Kiara does not have someone. Despite her mother’s burning desire to know the identity of her daughter’s boyfriend, she doesn’t find out anything more that she already did. Mostly because there is no actual information, but also because Kiara can’t mess this up.
As Kiara sits on her bed, about to slip into her dress and begin the final preparations—those include an “impromptu” photosession with her family and drinking some alcohol to ease her nerves—her phone’s beside her, the screen black. All she needs is a text.
It’s a good plan. It’s going to work out in everybody’s favour. Really, she’s only trying to figure out why no one thought of it sooner.
Her phone screen lights up with a text and she opens it.
JJ [4:53pm] are u being fucking serious right now
Kiara feels like maybe she should explain the hey do you wanna be my fake boyfriend for Midsummers tonight that was only followed by free booze!!, so she presses the call button.
JJ answers immediately. ‘What the fuck, Kie?’
‘My mom was pestering me about boys she’d introduce me to tonight’—half a lie, more of a prevented situation—‘and I thought you could be my plus one as John B and Pope are both going to be there too’—something that she only realised after saying she has a boyfriend—‘and I could really use your company for the night.’
The last thing is nothing but truth.
She hears him sigh. She can picture him running his hands through his wind-swept hair, messing it up even more. There’s probably a lit joint between his fingers.
‘Come on, it’ll be more fun if we’re all there!’
‘Fake dating,’ he deadpans.
Kiara makes a grimace. She rubs her forehead with the back of her hand as she tries to come up with a decent answer. ‘I’m sorry about that one.’
For the record, she is. If JJ asks—and she hopes he won’t—she’ll tell him that he’s the only possibility as John B is already going to Midsummers with Sarah Cameron, who he started dating a few months prior and this is supposed to be their big coming out. Pope, who’s the other option, is working there with his dad. It only leaves JJ, as none of the other boys she knows would even hold a candle to her closest friend.
She wouldn’t tell him that his face popped up in her mind the moment she told her mother about her “boyfriend”. Obviously, it was because of the reasons she keeps listing in her head.
He’s awfully quiet. It’s atypical of him – Kiara begins to wonder if that was maybe too much. ‘Look, you just need to hang out with me and I don’t know, hug me once or twice.’
‘I hug you all the time anyway.’
‘See?’ Kiara chirps up. ‘It’ll be just like every other day. Except in front of my parents.’
‘And a bunch of kooks.’
‘Free booze,’ she counters.
‘Hm.’ She hears him biting at his nails, even through the phone. He’s not the world’s quietest chewer – or, well, quietest anything. ‘Do I need to kiss you?’
‘Oh no, that’s totally off the table. My dad would probably kill you if we showed too much PDA. Or my mom.’ Kiara chuckles at the thought. ‘Whoever gets to you first.’
‘Shame. I was kind of looking forward to it.’
‘Shut up, JJ. Be at mine by quarter to six. If you need a suit, there’s an old one of my dad’s that will fit you and he won’t mind you using it.’
‘I’ve got my own suit. But you owe me big time, Carrera.’
��� Kiara scoffs. ‘I’m getting you free food and booze, I don’t owe you shit.’
‘Whatever. See you in a bit.’
He hangs up before she can tell him to take a shower beforehand, and now she can only hope he’s got half a mind to do it.
It takes about a minute for the realisation that JJ is going to be her fake boyfriend for the night to sink in. She smiles, wide and bright, and feels excitement overtaking her chest – suddenly the idea of going to a stupid Figure Eight wealth-showoff doesn’t seem so unappealing anymore.
She’s breathing for the first time in what feels like hours, even though it’s only been half an hour since the conversation with her mother. Her makeup’s half done, the dress is still laid on her bed, and she’s got a way to trick her family into letting her spend the night with her best friend.
It doesn’t cross her mind that her family have never met JJ and that he might not be their type, or that they might outright not like him.
Kiara’s got no worries. This night is going to go great, so when she gets back to doing her makeup, she does it with a smile on her face.
★
As it should’ve been expected, her parents make a big deal out of JJ coming over.
Kiara hears the commotion from her room moments after JJ texts her he’s arrived. The plan was to sneak him in, make sure that he’s actually ready to go to a rich posh people party, but she’s intercepted by her father inviting him in.
She sneaks out of her room, until she remembers that she’s not hiding.
‘Nothing matters more to me than Kiara’s happiness, Mr. Carrera,’ she hears JJ say.
Kiara stops in her tracks. It’s JJ’s nice voice, the one he uses to charm people he’s trying to get something from. The realisation releases some tension in her shoulders and she walks down the stairs gracefully, with a smile.
‘Hi,’ she says.
Her father and JJ are both standing in front of the main door. Mike Carrera has his hands on his hips, a mildly curious look on his face, and not a single death glare sent to JJ’s direction.
JJ, on the other hand, is staring at Kiara with a smile that mirrors her own – only half fake in the sense that there’s adoration behind it. He cleans up well, better than expected. The tux he’s wearing must be his dad’s because it doesn’t fit him just the right way, but nothing people would point out. It’s black and elegant, with a nice little lavender tie to go with it (Kiara had texted him the colour of her dress and they were both elated to find out he’s got a matching tie). His hair looks as if it had been slicked back with gel, and then he ran his hands through it enough times to not make it look like Rafe Cameron’s.
It’s a good look.
‘Hey,’ he says back.
Kiara walks up to him and presses a kiss against his cheek. They’ve done this a million times and it doesn’t even feel out of place when JJ places a hand around her waist, pulling her into a hug.
‘You look stunning,’ he tells her.
Heat rushes to her cheeks, unexpectedly; her eyes look at JJ’s, but all she can find in them is honesty.
‘You look nice, too.’
‘Alright,’ says Mike, ‘we’re starting with the photos in ten. Your mom’s got some final touch-ups to do.’
Kiara nods. JJ’s hand at her waist feels as if it were leaving a burning imprint in her skin. Touches like these are a thing that comes in package with the boy, but never for so long.
His hand drops when she takes him upstairs, into her room. Mike makes a comment about keeping the door open and they leave it open, despite the fact that she’s the only one on the top floor, and no one can hear them, anyway.
JJ plops down on her bed, spreading like a starfish, and Kiara realises she’s having a lot of trouble picturing JJ in her bed, even though she’s literally looking at him.
‘I’m sweating.’ He raises an arm and sniffs his armpits shaking his head. ‘Doesn’t stink. Your old man was about to send me to the military before you came.’
She sits down on the chair in front of her vanity, doing the final touch-ups. ‘Was he, now?’
‘I swear. Your dad is scary.’
‘You’ll warm up to him.’ A bobby pin in her hand freezes midway to her hair when she realises how her words must’ve come off, because JJ freezes, too. ‘I didn’t – I meant like friends. We’re friends. He’s going to have to know you eventually.’
From the bed, JJ laughs. ‘I know what you meant.’
If his statement was meant to be reassuring, it isn’t, because Kiara can notice how his voice sounded a little unsure, a little (a lot) like her own, moments before.
She puts the bobby pin in her hair, tucking away one of those strands her mother told her looked a little too messy, and turns around to the boy on her bed.
‘It’s just for one night. I promise.’
He stands up from the bed and smoothes the wrinkles on his three-piece, twirling in front of the mirror. ‘I don’t mind pretending to be your boyfriend if it comes with free food and free booze.’
‘And I’m very happy to hear that.’
JJ doesn’t say much as she pins her hair into its place. Some of the curls are running away and the baby hairs framing her face just won’t do whatever she wants them to. It’s a bit of a hassle, but it’s not her who minds them, anyway. Kiara likes her hair like this, a little messier than the girls from Figure Eight would wear it.
She’s aware of JJ’s eyes on her. He’s back on the bed, sitting on it this time instead of lying spread all over it, and he’s looking at her through the mirror. It’s unashamed, just like anything he does. If it were anyone else, she would feel disturbed, or observed, but she doesn’t.
She feels calm.
Her dad calls her name and tells her to get down in five minutes. It’s already nearing six and they’ll have to cut the photos short if they don’t want to be late, but Kiara doesn’t mind. This is no different than any other time they’ve taken photos as a family.
She walks to the mirror in front of JJ when she’s done, twirling in place just like he did before. In the mirror, she likes the way she looks, but when she turns to JJ, she can’t read him.
Kiara frowns. Her hands hold the material, fingers trailing over her curves, trying to see if there’s anything off about the dress. ‘It looks tacky, doesn’t it?’
‘It looks amazing.’
JJ is smiling when she looks at him. His eyes are bright and lips wide and it’s a smile she hasn’t seen in a while, and she likes it. They’re gentle; JJ isn’t gentle often.
‘Thank you,’ she tells him, taking a seat at his side. The mattress shifts underneath her and it feels odd with two people on it. ‘For everything. I wouldn’t have survived tonight without you.’
‘You don’t know that. The night hasn’t even started.’
She says his name, chuckling lightly. ‘I know how it’s going to go, though. Anyway, that’s not the point. I want you to know that I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.’
JJ slips a hand around her shoulder and pulls her into his side. It’s a movement as easy as breathing – Kiara wasn’t joking when she told him JJ’s touchiness already makes him seem like he’s dating just about everyone he’s close with.
She leans into him the way she’s done countless times before. The only difference is that her cheek is against a fabric that smells equal parts old and unused, and saltwater, sweat, and whatever cologne JJ is using.
‘Anytime, Kie.’
you’re too kind, she thinks, and she can see the thought written all over her face in the mirror.
‘I meant what I said earlier,’ she tells him. ‘You do look really nice.’
‘Simp,’ says JJ.
Kiara sees him grin in the mirror and it’s so overconfident and so like JJ that even if she pretends she’s annoyed by the comment, she’s looking forward to spending the rest of the night with him by her side.
She reaches under the bed and takes out a bottle that looks inconspicuously like water, yet when she untwists the cap, it smells like lemonade and vodka.
‘Damn, dude.’
Kiara takes a swig and passes it to JJ. ‘Liquid courage.’
They pass it back and forth until they both start to feel the buzz, feeling ready to take on whatever the night throws at them.
★
They should’ve known that things couldn’t go so smoothly. Kiara sets one of the photos her parents took of her and JJ as her lockscreen (they’re standing with their bodies pressed together, his hand modestly around her waist and his lips against her cheek) and sends them all to the pogues’ group chat, and it’s supposed to be a funny thing. They really do look like a couple, unbelievably so, and she thinks Pope, John B and Sarah would find it funny, too, since they’re in on the whole thing.
Except it apparently reminds Pope that he forgot to tell them his dad sacked him for the night because of their last night’s antics, which then reminds John B and Sarah that they meant to ditch Midsummers and go to John B’s, instead.
JJ shows her the texts in the car. The look he gives her is part panicked, part excited. ‘It’s going to be just us.’
A soft curse passes her lips. ‘I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.’
‘Are you saying that just because John B and Pope won’t be there, I won’t have fun?’ JJ sees the look on her face and snickers, slinging an arm around her shoulder. ‘You’re alright, Kie. I also like to mess with the rich bastards whenever I can and I think I’ll get a plethora of that.’
Kiara laughs and pushes him, lightly, until his hand drops from her shoulder. ‘Were you studying for the SATs?’
‘Maybe. Okay, fine. I was.’
‘Nerd.’
‘You’re a bigger nerd who knows what “plethora” means even without studying for the SATs,’ counters JJ.
Kiara just shakes her head, gets into his face, and whispers, ‘Nerd.’
Her parents pull into the driveway of the venue and the kids’ attention is taken elsewhere. The place is big and posh and screams with wealth and pretentiousness. It’s a place where she’s been to more than a handful of times and this has occurred to her before, but now, looking at JJ’s pushed-back disdain, she feels as if she sees it from a different perspective.
She suppresses the urge to apologise. It’s not her fault.
Mike leads them around the venue, greeting a few people on their way. Most of them are middle-aged men in suits that all look alike, and even the tight-lipped smile they each give the Carreras is trained.
Kiara feels JJ’s hand brush against hers. He gives her a slight reassuring nod – she wonders if he can tell what she’s thinking.
The Carreras might live on Figure Eight, they might be members of the kook club, but she doesn’t know if they’ll ever be a part of their society.
She takes JJ’s hand without thinking. He squeezes it immediately, shuffles closer as they begin walking through a crowd, and he’s the one to interlace their fingers. The feeling of his heartbeat against her wrist calms her, reminds her that she doesn’t give a fuck what any of these people think about her.
Her mother introduces them to a couple whose faces Kiara recalls from last year’s Midsummers.
‘You remember my daughter, Kiara,’ Anna tells them, ‘and this is her boyfriend, John Maybank.’
‘Maybank? As in Luke Maybank?’
‘Yes, sir.’ JJ’s grip on Kiara’s hand stiffens just the slightest bit – if it wasn’t for that, Kiara wouldn’t be able to tell anything’s wrong. Her thumb runs over his hand as she squeezes it. ‘Luke’s my father.’
The man—Robinson? Elliot Robinson?—slaps JJ on the back as if they were old friends, throwing an arm around him. ‘He and I were friends back in the day. Oh, the man is a legend!’
JJ’s hand releases Kiara’s as Robinson drags him away, blabbering away some nonsense about his father. He glances and Kiara and she mutters an apology, but she can’t tell if he got it.
Her chest is heavy, even when Robinson’s wife turns to her and tells her she looks lovely.
‘Thank you, Mrs. Robinson. I love your dress.’
‘Oh, you do? It’s a Stella McCartney dress, I thought I would go a bit low on the cost this year,’ says Mrs. Robinson, smiling at Kiara and her mother as if she’s done a great sacrifice. ‘You know, saving the world and all that.’
All Kiara does is smile, and even that is burning a hole in her soul. She spends weeks every summer helping turtles hatch, she only ever uses metal straws, she posts about the environment, racial injustice, classism, even does research on these topics in her spare times to educate herself and the people around her – and people like Vanessa Robinson think they’re saving the world by buying a dress that no normal person could afford, anyway.
She thought she’d have JJ by her side. Instead, she’s stuck with her mother who’s trying to suck up to this woman, her dad’s off with some friends of his, and JJ was stolen by a man who’s going to hog his ears with stories about his abusive father until someone stops him.
Attending Midsummers was a bad decision and Kiara is starting to feel it.
Also – did her dad introduce JJ as John?
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Kiara spends most of the time being moody. Her mother is introducing her to all the important women and as it turns out, JJ is quite a hit with the kooks – she barely gets a chance to exchange a word with him before someone is stepping in between them, asking if he’s ‘the John so-and-so just told me about?’
No, she always thinks, you can’t borrow him for a second.
It’s never just a second.
That’s, roughly, how Kiara ends up alone at the bar. Her original plan was to go to Pope’s dad and ask how he’s doing, but one glare from him told her that it’s not a good idea. Aside from Sarah, she doesn’t know any of the kooks her age aside from their names.
Sarah, and Rafe Cameron. She always forgets about him, unless he’s getting into her personal space looking all self-satisfied and coy.
‘Hey, Kie.’
‘Rafe.’
He leans against the bar, ordering two cocktails Kiara has never heard of before. He’s Ward’s son, and Ward just had his big walk half an hour ago, so obviously they’ll let his son order alcohol underage.
More to add to her list of things that have annoyed her so far.
The bartender places two glasses on the bar, each of them a calming shade of orange with three ice cubes in it and a tiny umbrella at the top. Rafe slides her one and she takes it, reluctantly.
‘I’ve heard you’ve got a boyfriend now,’ he notes, walking toward one of the tables. ‘One of the pogues.’
‘Mhm.’
Kiara sips on the cocktail, glancing through the crowd for the sign of a messy-haired blonde with a bright smile and hands in his pockets, since he can’t keep them in place if they’re in the open.
‘Is it a serious thing?’ Rafe asks. ‘Or like, just hooking up with your friend?’
‘It’s serious.’ She shoots him a glare, shifting in her seat until she’s facing him. ‘We’re serious.’
‘Are you going to marry him?’
She nearly spits out her drink, but manages to catch herself in the very last moment. ‘Are you being serious right now?’
Rafe shrugs, innocently, but his smile is telling another story. It’s just like his hair – sleazy and making her uncomfortable. ‘I’m just looking out for you. Don’t want you to get your heart hurt, is all.’
‘My heart is alright without you looking after it, thanks.’
He doesn’t respond and Kiara knows she should leave, except she’s got nowhere to go. Wherever she looks it’s where her fake boyfriend isn’t and she most clearly isn’t going to walk up to either of her parents while they’re doing the most to be a little more accepted.
Besides, she hates to admit it, but Rafe isn’t too bad. Back when she and Sarah were best friends and she wasn’t dating John B, Kiara spent a lot of time at the Camerons’ house. Rafe wasn’t someone she got to know well, but she knows enough.
She might find him sleazy and all, but that’s mostly stemming from the fact that he was her mother’s prime candidate for Kiara’s boyfriend mere hours ago.
‘Hey, Rafe. I’m just going to borrow my girlfriend for a bit if you don’t mind,’ she heard JJ say, in a voice that clearly stated he doesn’t give a shit whether Rafe minds or not.
The rich blond doesn’t get the chance to protest before JJ’s got a hand in Kiara’s and is pulling her away from the table. Kiara only gets to grab her cocktail, down it, and place it back on the table with a wide grin sent in Rafe’s direction.
JJ drags her into the crowd and interlaces their fingers. She catches him smiling and giving a two-finger wave to some of the people he must’ve met.
It’s odd, but whatever game he’s playing, he’s good at it.
He takes her to the ocean. The party feels far away, white noise blending with the sound of the soft waves crushing. Kiara is quiet.
‘Are you okay?’ asks JJ.
She nods. Her hands rub her upper arms, both out of slight cold and slight discomfort. ‘You?’
JJ smiles, only it doesn’t reach his eyes. ‘Yeah. It’s a – it’s a bit weird. Turns out a lot of them knew my old man. You know, when he wasn’t…’
The end of the sentence hangs in the chilly air between them. Kiara walks over and pulls him into a side hug, resting her cheek on her shoulders. She wants to apologise again, to say that she had no idea, but she knows JJ does better with actions rather than words. Instead she just holds onto him, letting him have a moment of peace – likely the first one since they’ve arrived.
After a few minutes, a thought pops into her head. ‘John?’
‘Yeah?’ JJ answers, then laughs. ‘Yeah, my name’s John.’
‘I didn’t know.’
‘It’s not like I talk about it. I’ve been JJ for as long as I can remember. It was my mom’s nickname for me, and then when I met John B, it was easier to go by JJ.’
Kiara wonders if the mention of his mom was an accident, or provoked by all the talk about his dad. She wonders, but she doesn’t ask.
(There’s a lot of things Kiara doesn’t ask about. Most of the time, she waits for JJ to tell her without her prompting. Sometimes he thinks that’s why they’re so close.)
‘I like JJ better.’
‘Me, too.’ She hears a smile in her voice. It’s reassuring. ‘I’m sorry about not being there for you tonight. I got caught up. It’s not an excuse, but…’
‘It’s okay. I lived,’ Kiara says. She understands it better than he thinks – the kook world hasn’t been her whole life and she, too, was fascinated when she first stepped into it. ‘You’ll redeem yourself by spending the rest of the night with me.’
JJ squeezes her shoulder and presses a kiss to her temple. ‘Worry not, ma’am. I’m yours until the night is over.’
‘You better. If Rafe even breathes in my direction again, I think I’ll pass out.’
‘Keep Rafe Cameron away from Kiara Carrera. Got it.’
‘Thanks.’
He takes a pebble out of his pocket—does he carry pebbles wherever he goes?—and throws it into the ocean. It splashes, quietly, and the ripples feel like they should mean something.
Instead, Kiara just feels cold.
‘We should probably head back.’
‘We probably should,’ JJ agrees, but his eyes are transfixed by the delicate movement of the ocean.
Kiara wonders what’s going through his mind – accepts she’ll never know.
She turns toward the venue, walking away, when JJ calls for her to wait. He approaches her with a soft smile on his face, catching up with her pace.
‘You forgot something.’
‘I did?’
JJ nods and takes her hand. He leans closer until she feels his breath warm against the skin on her neck. ‘We’re boyfriend and girlfriend tonight.’
He says it as if he’s reminding her of top-secret information of their top-secret mission, so Kiara interlaces their fingers as she laughs at it. From the distance, she thinks, they must look exactly like how they want to be seen, even without pretending.
Really, the only difference is the number of times they’ve held each other’s hand and interlaced their fingers. Everything else is just Kiara and JJ.
She doesn’t think about how easy it is to slip into the relationship personas. She doesn’t think about how natural it feels to walk up to her parents for a quick chat with JJ’s fingers playing with hers. She doesn’t think about how nobody ever questions it.
(Maybe she should.)
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If you are into it, can you please do a headcanon of how Arthur and joker would flirt with a crush/ date them/ woo them?
Enjoy ;)
Arthur
The moment he met you, he wanted to do like the other men, flirt with you to pick up your interest, but it would never come out, sometimes even transforming into a laughing fit.
So he imagine it in his head, over and over, how you would have blushed under his bold flirty words.
After he had started dating you, he would be more confident and flirt with you almost daily, Arthur´s flirting would be very gentle and sweet, going from complimenting to your appearance to cheesier but extremely cute lines, your favorite being “Guess what I’m wearing? The smile you gave me!”
Sometimes when he was Carnival, it was easier for him to flirt with you, he would do his magic tricks for you, covering you with flowers.
For a date, he would love to bring you to a fancy restaurant, someplace exceptional just as you were, but even by saving, it wasn´t enough for two people.
But you were a simple woman with simple taste, you didn’t need fancy things, you had told him several times, he didn´t need to fear, a simple dinner at home in each other´s company, a walk along the river while holding hands, or even a cinema if he wanted to go out, was perfect.
He never brought you to a comedy club, because most of the stand-up comedians would make jokes objectifying women, and it wasn´t even funny, it would probably make the both of you more uncomfortable than anything.
However at your flat he would perform his show, only for you, enjoying the sound of your laugh, your smiles that were only for him
He is a perfect gentleman, and you love it, so many men are giving up such thing and that was a real shame. He would hold the door for you, pull the chair for you, give you his coat when you were cold.
And he was too when he wanted to be affectionate with you, asking if he could kiss you for example, and you really appreciated his consideration.
He would pull up extra little marks of affection that made you fall even more for him, like he always inquired on how you were and listened if you had a rough day.
Sometimes, in your purse you would find a note he wrote for you, words of love he didn´t dare to express, sometimes he would add joke, imagining you trying to hide your laugh when you read it.
He knew your work schedule by heart, so if finished his earlier he would pick you up at your work and escort you home. Some of your friends had told you he was a bit of a stalker, but you didn´t care; there was nothing better than to see his sweet face waiting for you and then light up at your sight.
You were proud to say that every week he had a little surprise for you, a flower, or chocolates.
Sometimes he would wear his clown nose and do a little gig to make you laugh and make you forget about your day at work.
Joker
Joker is not afraid to flirt, on the contrary, if he sees an occasion to do so, he will take it.
Just like when he saw you for the first time, he knew he wanted you, so he went to you, and said “Hey doll, I’m Joker, Gotham’s king in need of a Queen, wanna become mine?”
His flirt is more daring, making your face go crimson and even more when you two are dating, he gets even bolder.
He wouldn´t especially be into dating, he would prefer to be in a relationship with you right away, but you are playing hard to get, and for good reasons, you want to make sure he would care about you and not just for sex.
And he would do anything to get you, if you love jewels, he would get you the most beautiful jewels in the city, if you were into arts, and he would get a VIP box at the opera.
He liked to pick up the clothes you would wear for your date, if you weren´t into dresses, then it doesn´t matter he would get you a slim pants outlining your curves.
He would be a lot more tactile than Arthur, PDA all the way! Partly because he super possessive and jealous, and it was nice to touch you, while waiting for more...;-)
He still has the manner of a gentleman when he´s with you, and he’ll kill anyone who disrespect you.
Of course, if you were curious about his `criminal activities´ he would bring you along with him, and it ended up being very fun and if it was dangerous, you would look even more for his protection, staying by his side, grabbing his arm, and he would smirk in return, he was the only one in the city able to protect you.
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Anything Quinn Hughes!!
i wrote half of this in a 2 am stupor and then reread it in the middle of the day when i wasn’t sleep deprived and decided to rewrite so here ya go lol, love my quinny boy.
48. we don’t like each other but we’re at a mutual friends christmas party and keep getting caught under the mistletoe together
“I always thought the whole mistletoe thing was so cliche.” I rolled my eyes at the group, who had settled down after dinner and somehow ended up on the overemphasized holiday garnish.
“I think it’s kinda cute.” Emma clasped her hands together, “I don’t know, kind of gives you an excuse... or a push, to show someone you love them.”
“You don’t need a plant to show someone you love them or have a reason to kiss them.” Elias started.
“Thanks Petey.” I nodded in approval.
Jake butted in, “How do you not like mistletoe?”
“I don’t know, it just feels like a ruse.” I bite sarcastically and Brock snorts out a sardonic laugh as if to mock me. I glared at him jokingly.
“Mistletoe is just supposed to add to the merriment of the season! Don’t be such a Scrooge (Y/N/N)!”
“I’m not a Scrooge! I love Christmas just not mistletoe.”
“You just don’t like it because you’ve never been kissed under it.” Jake laughed. And Brock just raised his brows as if this was news to him. It wasn’t.
“Hey now, no need to throw jabs.” I chuckle. His teasing didn’t bother me in the slightest. I did however, take a quick glance at Quinn, who was only listening intently with a neutral expression, and then my eyes flickered to the greenery hanging in the doorway to the living room. Emma wasn’t joking. I swore I saw the damned thing everywhere in this house. I was being extra careful to make it out without getting caught underneath. Especially with him.
I didn’t know what it was about Quinn that just rubbed me the wrong way but maybe we could start with how it seemed he didn't care about even trying to make me feel included or part of the friend group whenever he was around. And every time I tried to make an effort with him I was ignored. Brock was my best friend. I was always around. You would think that Quinn could at least try to meet me halfway? It didn’t help that I harboured a teensy crush on him when we first met. But that all dissipated into awkward silences and trying anyway to escape the others company, just for the fact that it was sheerly uncomfortable. I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore than I had already in making an effort.
It was upsetting. Brock told me about him and from what I could tell it seemed like we would be great friends. It didn’t matter though, we were okay with being acquaintances at best. At least- I think I was. It didn’t matter that we didn’t talk or even like each other, whenever I saw him my stupid heart would flutter.
After our mistletoe debate, Brock got up to take his plate to the dishwasher and most of us followed. I was tucked in the far corner of the dining room, and I wanted to be last out so I could clear the doorway with ease.
Everyone had already made their way into the living room as I tried to quickly step through the doorway but Quinn tried to brush past me back into the dining room at the same time and it just didn’t work. He almost knocked the plate out of my hand, but a steady arm reached out to balance my teetering body. I looked up at him and tried to say something, but his hazel eyes looked different now, softer almost, than I had ever seen them. And for a split second I thought I may get lost in them, but then I realized we were under the mistletoe. By the time I looked back at him he had disappeared through the other side of the door and I was left with a dirty dish and the ghost of his hand on my hip.
Confusion swirled around my brain. Was I thinking about- kissing him? No. Things with Quinn would stick to the status quo, no matter how badly I wished things were different between us, they weren’t. I needed to get that through my thick skull.
I brought my plate into the kitchen to see Brock slaving over the dishes. “Dish duty huh?” I handed him my plate but then started loading the ones he rinsed off into the empty dishwasher.
He smiled, graciously accepting my tag team, “I offered.”
“Of course you did.” I grinned at my best friend's kindness, “-so well mannered.”
“Hey-“ he said, pointing a fork at me, “my mother raised me right!”
I saw Quinn pass through the doorway into the living room and my eyes trailed after him, but quickly glanced back to Brock. Apparently I wasn’t as slick as I thought.
Brock nodded his head in that general direction, “What's up with you two?” He had a hint of mirth in his tone as he finished rinsing the last dish off and handed it to me. I put it in the washer and hopped on the counter after I started it. “I dunno, He always ignores me? I guess I feel like I did something wrong to make him not like me. Ya know?”
“(Y/N),” Brock looked at me as if he knew something I didn’t and leaned against the counter, “trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Well then why doesn’t he talk to me? I’ve tried so many times and it never sticks. He looks like he’s bored of me the minute I enter a room.” I frown and cross my arms. It was a little frustrating.
“I think he’s a little shy around you that’s all.” Brock smiles.
“If he was just ‘shy’ I think he would’ve come around by now.” I joke, but still, “it’s been, what, 5 months since I met the guy? I think he’s said two words to me the entire time.”
“Are you mad about it?” My best friend grinned, “cause you sound like you’re mad about it.” He was more than smirking at this point but I knew he saw through me. He may be a little shit but I knew he wouldn’t tell my secrets to the the team. So I’m honest. “A little! It bothers me that he doesn’t talk to me, I can usually make conversation with anybody! But noooo not Quinn! He has to be all quiet and mysterious and chill and he probably doesn’t even like me!” I was making assumptions, but that’s all I had to go on.
Brock laughs, and I shove him a little bit. “So what I’m hearing is, that crush you had before, never really went away.”
I shook my head. I hated how he had me pegged. “Don’t worry about it (Y/N/N),” he patted me on the shoulder, “I’m sure he’ll come around.” He smirked and headed for the living room and all I could do was follow.
I swung my legs down over the counter and went into Stech’s living room. Everyone was piled onto the couch to watch a Christmas movie. But the only seat left was on the end. Next to Quinn. I awkwardly walked over and quietly asked if I could sit next to him. He only nodded. We were watching The Grinch and I could hear his mumbling as I sat down next to him “how fitting.”
“Is it because of the mistletoe thing?” I whispered as I tried to get comfortable but there was quite literally no room. I finally gave up and when I looked at him, his eyes were wide.
“What?” his voice was low and there was a deep line furrowing his forehead.
“Are you calling me a grinch because I said I didn’t get the point of it?” I wasn’t mad per sei, this was the most he had ever talked to me, and I was going to pick his brain. I had no choice but to lean against him all squished on the couch and his body was stiff as a board.
“Oh.” a little tension released, “No, I mean, I don’t get why you don’t get it, but then again, I don’t get a lot of things about you.” It was meant to be an insult I’m sure, but his voice went soft and curious, and I wasn’t looking at him, but I could tell he was looking at me for some sort of answer. I felt like maybe whispering these things in a room full of people watching The Grinch maybe wasn’t the best time to give answers, but maybe it was my only shot to figure him out.
At least the volume on the movie was all the way up.
“Like what?”
He leaned over to make sure I was the only one who could hear, but his thigh pressed into mine more and it felt like my whole body was on fire from the proximity, “I don’t get how you’re always so cheerful. People don’t bring you down. You always stay positive no matter what you go through, no matter how the team plays, any situation always has a bright side with you.”
I could feel my cheeks heat up at that. “Doesn’t always feel that way.” I mumbled. “I didn’t know you noticed.” I thought he never noticed me as a person, even something as minimal as my attitude.
It was his turn for his cheeks to go red and he quickly muttered, “I don’t get how you don’t get mistletoe.”
I grinned, “I think it’s annoying. Just an excuse for pda.” He looked taken aback, “I didn’t know you were such a big fan of mistletoe.” I teased, nudging him for extra measure, and as I glanced back I could see the edge of his mouth curve upwards just a little. And I’m sure the beating of my heart intensified. Just a smidge. Maybe enough for him to hear.
I needed a break before I said something I would regret and screw up the progress we’ve made. I got up from my spot and headed to the bathroom. And on my way back I bumped into someone for the second time tonight and it startled me, “Brock, I swear if you’re trying to scare me-“ but when I looked up it was Quinn again. His brows were furrowed and he looked like he had something on the tip of his tongue.
I was a little confused, “Are you okay?”
He looked up and I followed his gaze to a different looking mistletoe hanging above us for the second time tonight.
“I Uh-“ he shook his head, “no umm.”
I was hesitant, “are you su-“ and in a second his lips were covering mine and I didn’t know I needed them so much till now, but I do. I really do.
He pulled me in closer and we leaned against the wall in the hallway. I could feel him smiling as his lips hungrily glazed over mine and after a moment he pulled back with a big grin spreading across his face. I was smiling too. “I don’t think I hate the mistletoe anymore.” I joked, pulling him in again, tasting peppermint on his lips and sinking in to the feeling of his body pressing against mine.
I allowed myself to forget about the fact that this was way out of left field and I didn’t really even know why he kissed me. “Wait.” I pulled back again, placing a firm hand on his chest. I glanced down to his pink lips that already seemed to be a little swollen from tracing over mine. As much as I liked the sight, I was a little confused. “I thought you didn’t like me?”
Quinn furrowed a brow at that. “Why did you think that?”
I laughed at that. I really did. “You never talk to me! You always disappear when I come around! I swear the first time I met you, you shook my hand and I never heard a word from you again.”
Quinn toyed with my hand, swinging our joint fingers back and forth between us. He spoke quietly, but with such clarity it was astounding, “I was nervous around you. I’m not the best at talking about, anything really, especially feelings. I didn’t know how to talk to you so I figured if it was best that I just… didn’t, but, I wish I had done things a little differently.” He shrugged, gaze not leaving the ground. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you, (Y/N). And I would really like to get to know you, instead of ignoring you.” He half smiled and flicked his eyes back up to me.
My breath caught in my throat for a second. I still couldn’t believe what he was saying, “you-“ I pointed, “you like me?”My brows furrowed and he nodded. But I only shook my head in disbelief. Before I could say anything else he pulled me flush against him again. He ducked his head down and kissed me softly, as if he was savoring the taste of my lips and pulled back way too soon. I couldn’t get enough.
“How many times do I have to show you?” He chuckled but the way his lips curved up was genuine. He meant it. I could see it in his eyes. He liked me.
“A million.” And he peppered light kisses all around my lips and cheeks and nose and forehead until I was giggling.
I heard a voice and I turned to see Brock peeking down the hall at us with just a knowing look. “Go away Boeser!” I laughed and he just had a stupid grin plastered on his face as he disappeared back into the living room.
“Go on a date with me?” Quinn asked nervously.
I turned back to him, “okay.” I said softly.
“You still think it’s just for pda?” He motioned to the mistletoe hanging above us.
And I shrugged and he pulled me back to him, “yeah.”
He smiled, still leaning down till he was level with me, “only fair.”
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**That’s right. It’s time for Kakashi x reader Bitches
“Kakashi? Kakashi??” You couldn't comprehend why Rin had locked you in a dark room with hIMmm, and you held his hand the whole time, cuz’ ya 13yo ass was scared af. Once you guys were let out, you saw Rin and Obito fist bumping each other.
That's when obito blurts- "Being the ones to know how much you like Y/n, you should've seen this coming!"
"Baka! Shut up Obito, y/n doesn’t kn-" rin whispered
lmao. You're ass went speechless. Kakashi's hold tightened and he dragged you outside the academy.
before dating, he was pretty much a jerk to you, but it was through rin that you both get to know each other more personally,,, and still,, he continued to act like a jerk
well. once he took you outside, he decided to confess. His voice seemed shaky and he didn’t- couldn’t really speak out exactly what he wants,,
“Kakashi, quit beating round’ the bush.. And the way you’ve held my hand it’s hurt-”
In the mid sentence- he just,, pulled you into a hug,, and whispered how much he likes you and asked you out!
you guys ended up having a beautiful time on your trip/date, at naka river, and,, tho no one really mentions, you both start dating *an unspoken understandin i guess?* on ya second date you guys prolly went for treking! *well i’m imagining that you aren’t a ninja*
You were by far the only one to see his face w/o mask
By now you had gotten used to obito’s clingy ass. though kakashi rants too much about him, you know, he loves him. Rin helps you a lot with dating advices,, somehow
Minato sensei teased you kiddos,, a lot. “At your age, all i used to do was keep staring at kushina,” he joked once.
He was a huge chatter and a curious ass fella surprisingly, you’re boyfriend talked to you about most of the things he learnt in mission, every goddamn theory he had in his mind, his likings and dislikings, his interest in Dōjutsu etc. You could feel how lonely he used to be, cuz he felt no one would listen
you’d join him during his training at times, well that time you got to know that throwing a kunai isn’t as easy at it looks, your wrist hurt af
once kakashi had called you princess after kissing you in front of your friends, this commenced to everyone calling you by that name. especially Gai and obito
After obioto and eventually, rin’s death *ofc* you guys drifted apart; drastically. You couldn’t understand or help him through his immense remorse and regret while he would just,, either had a huge tantrum or not say anything at all. He said things like- it’s better to stay alone, and have no one to lose- while breaking up, which hurt you a lot. within a few months, you guys didn't even cross paths in konoha streets since he became heavily loaded with anbu missions
Now that it has been like,,, a really long time; one day you see the konoha’s infamous Naruto with his team at the door, with a huge flower bouquet.
“Please accept this!” The girl with pink hair squeals.
“It cost us our whole savings but Ino-kun did give us a good amount of discount after hearing these are for kakashi-sensei’s date dattebayo!” naruto,, practically screames.
“Hold your horses; that’s not how you greet people.” the,, uchiha? Yes. he concludes blandly.
Your heart skips a beat on hearing your long-time-no-see lover’s name. Knowing him, you highly doubt that he sent them but still you ask.
“No ma’am, but we-once- managed to sneak into his Icha Icha Paradise, he’d written your name.. In it.. So we found you. You are sensei’s date aren’t you!?” the girl with pink hair, yes sakura, almost whispers to you.
ah.
“Yeah. That was a hell of a long time ago,” you smile.
You let them in and offer some tea. You guys talk a lot and they were astonished?- yes, more than astonished that you’ve seen him w/o mask. Ah ok
Wow they had already done huge ass planning beforehand to make you both meet *not that you know*. As you take them downstairs to bid adieu, you see kakashi,, literally,, standing, in front of you’re door. Both of you equally shocked.
Kakashi and you start talking to each other. You apologize for not sticking around since you didn’t know how to help him let go of his pain while he apologizes for bein a jerk-? Ok.
You guys plan to hangout-, which is the most difficult part! You had to work in the morning hours while he had to stick with team 7 for missions by afternoon
you guys ended up deciding on crashing at each other’s places at night, and also,, sometimess early in the morning *???* it gets tougher for him with time to juggle from place to place, thus, getting late for his missions
You guys end up moving in together *it’s official* and he sleeps closest to the window. yes.
He’s very protective of you and kinda the jealous type, he’s afraid of losing you and is very open about expressing it. He doesn’t give you nicknames but often call you stuff as ‘my other half’ and refers you w -chan *just being sarcastic*
You are like a mum to team 7 and they love you, you get them lunch at times. Sakura often asks you for advice to get sasuke,, but udk what to say since sasuke.. Is just sasuke *he reminds you of 13yo kakashi*. But uk that there’s a special bond between them
kakashi doesn’t hate PDA, but he doesn’t like it either; you guys for long walks in the evenings, occasionally hold hands. Is it obvious to others? Don't know. Butt once you caught kurenai and asuma kissing.. Twas’ hella kyut
He would also rest his chin on you head a lot, and likes to intertwine his fingers with yours when you guys are alone
Hugs aren’t his thing but if you hug him, he’ll slowly hug you back and then all at once melt into you, Anddd he’s warm af
twice you caught him, just in underwear, slurping ramen in the middle of the night and you were like,, wait wut-
He loves ya massages and loves to cut vegetables,, for some reason,,
Big cuddle person in bed
You love trying different hairstyles on him anddd he looks dead ass hot in most of em. Let’s just agree,, he has a better taste in style than you tf
You guys usually opt for trips to neighbouring villages, hot spring trips, camping etc
Tho mysterious and sarcastic, he opens up to you whenever needed. Unlike in childhood, now you’re the one who talks a lot. He agrees to feel acknowledged for being himself whenever he’s with you and like a prodigy, sharingan bearing, functioning human, as people call him. His brain lets go of all his insecurities and PTSD for a while when he sees you happy because of him
He often loses track of time during his frequent visits to the memorial stone where Obito's name is engraved; you understand that he needs some alone time for this ritual and this, don’t tag along
Well now, even you've started reading icha icha series cuz’ of ya moron boyfriend, and you are hooked to it *since I basically imagine it to be the fifty shades of grey in naruto universe lol* you guys freakin end up trying shit from the book
“Baby, let’s be sexy,, together” he said once as he leaned againt the kitchen counter in the most sexy way.
“Sure senpai, why the book’s tactics won’t work?” he just laughed hysterically at the comeback.. And,, umm.. You get what happens
He likes braiding your hair, especially before sleep, he finds it relaxing
Whenever his ass displays a bored and unenthusiastic expression, you say, “go bald kakashi.” right. What a mature insult
He’s very calm and observant and knows what you are feeling- or even what you are thinking. I mean how-?
He asks you to make miso soup, with eggplant, a lot!
Your parents aren’t really sure of your relationship. Since he wears wut? a maskkKkk. And once Kakashi, still being as apathetic as he was during his youth, spoke bluntly about sensitive topics with them during a discussion
gai gifted you both matching Yukata on ya bday. that’s indeed beautiful and thoughtful of him.
well Your boyfriend sucks at selecting gifts.. He gets you things that can’t be used or idk.. ButTttt this man is too good at remembering dates
People wonder if he’s stern and serious, judging by his past and repo, but you tell them that he isn’t! Well, he has decided to move on, and now you know how to support him. He knows that you appreciate him for that, and this he listens to you.
you just found an engagement ring on you night stand with letter beside it. congrats hun *instant panic*
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i hope you enjoyed ;))
i need to,,, stop imagining so much, it's a lot to type. i wish i had a gadget or something through which my imagination would get typed, systematically, on my pc. Btw i won’t be uploading much in September since i gotta study so. so don’t assume that i’m dead or don’t care anymore.
this one was requested by two peps, since my ass is new on tumblr i kinda fucked up and thus, my inbox got cleared or something. i’m still learning k
ya that’s it.. imma go and read my icha icha now ah huh
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Day 3 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics
Day 3 here we frickin come people! I hope you're al hungry because now it is time for the all important...Christmas food shopping! LET'S DO IT!
TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier
Food, glorious food…writing this part is going to make me hungry, I know it. Just thinking about documenting people buying turkey, chicken, bacon, sausages, pigs-in-blankets, beef, eggs, cubes, mince and steaks of meat substitute, potato starch based egg substitute, roasting and baking potatoes, carrots, parsnips, garlic, onions, sprouts, leeks, celery, spinach, spring onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, heavy cream, semi-skimmed and full fat milks, lacto-free milks, almond milk, soya milk, butter, vegan butter, regular and gluten free loaves, baguettes, wraps and flat breads, chicken and beef stocks, sage, thyme, basil, lemons, limes, satsumas, grapes, walnuts, fennel seeds, cumin, vinegar, star anise, salt, black pepper, oils, black and glace cherries, raisins, dates, apples, cranberries, gooseberries, blackberries, redcurrants, figs, cinnamon powder and sticks, nutmeg, ginger, a multitude of flours and sugars, baking powder and soda, inhuman amounts of chocolate and sweets, whipped cream, savoury snacks like crisps, peanuts, cashews, pretzels, crackers, breadsticks, cheeses and pickles, popcorn, candy floss…and then huge amounts of ice cream….is gonna make me hungry.
Then there’s the whole beverage side of things. There are bottles and cans of fizzy sodas, lemonade, ginger ale, ginger beer, tonic water, elderflower presse, apple juice, orange juice, cranberry juice, instant coffee, coffee machine capsules, earl grey tea, peppermint tea, loose leaf tea, generally festive tea, hot chocolate mixes, egg nog, white wine, red wine, rose wine, port, champagne, whiskey, gin, rum, cream liqueur, cans and bottles of beer, vodka….and sparkling water. Damn…it’s a lot. Undoubtedly you’d need somebody with something like a computer for a memory to memorise all of that, purchase it and bring it home in an efficient manner; thank heck for Googleplier. He was on the mission for consumables, along with his VERY excited boyfriend Blankgameplays.
Now, when it came to public places Blank could often get very anxious and uncomfortable…but not this time. On this occasion, not only did he have his sweet blue Google with him, but he also had a task to undertake, a task he’d been looking forward to ever since he’d volunteered to help Google with it. Blank loved shopping, and he also loved Google, so really this was his idea of the perfect morning. He, of course, was in charge of the steadily filling trolley…and was being a tad cheeky with it.
‘Blank! Get back here! You’ll crash the darned thing!’
Google whisper-shouted as he speed-walked down the aisle after his boyfriend, who was giggling as he half-rode the trolley down the aisle, giddily taunting.
‘Cahan’t catch meee can’t catch meheee!’
Google let out a growl under his breath as he sped up into a jog, and Blank’s eyes widened as he let out a surprised squeak when he found that Google had wrapped his arms around him from behind and brought him to a halt.
‘Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?’
Blank giggled and nibbled his bottom lip at the sound of his boyfriend’s low growl in his ear. Blank turned around so he could face Google, and stood on his tip-toes so he could deliver a kiss to his nose.
‘Maaaaybe.’
Google pursed his lips as he looked down at Blank…damn him with his twinkling eyes and beautiful smile, always making Google unable to truly chastise him for his cheekiness. They returned to their task, collecting more essential items and crossing them off their list….but it didn’t take long for Blank’s mischief to rear its adorable head once more. This time, he was putting things in the trolley that they didn’t require.
‘My love…we do not need paper plates with pink pigs on them.’
‘Awwww c’mooon! Look at them they’re so cute!’
Blank stuck out his bottom lip dramatically, whining when Google put them back on their respective shelf. Google got close to Blank, whispering with a light, playful glare in place.
‘If you put anything else in the trolley that is not on our set list then I shall, with immediate effect, take away your trolley pushing privileges.’
Blank stuck his lip out even more and tried to engage in his puppy eyes, but Google’s glare merely hardened, so Blank submitted….for a little while at least. The rest of the shopping went remarkably smoothly, Blank was giddy of course but he didn’t try to playfully disrupt the task…so Google was under the impression that he was no longer going to be cheeky amidst the shopping. Oh how he was wrong. Blank was merely biding his time, lulling Google into a false sense of security…until they reached the check-out. Then, Blank did the one thing he knew would embarrass Google immensely WITHOUT making him uncomfortable; namely, a great amount of PDA.
‘Baaaabe, can we snuggle lateeer?’
Google’s eyes widened when, just as he’d finished loading their purchasers onto the conveyer, Blank starting hanging off his arm and softly nuzzling his cheek. His face started to turn turquoise as he perceived other customers staring with grins on their faces. Google stammered, wanting to reprimand Blank, but he was getting embarrassed.
‘L-Love….n-not here….’
Blank grinned and giggled, placing a trail of soft, innocent kisses under his jaw, knowing damn well what he was doing to his adorable android. Google’s blush reached his ears as Blank cooed deftly.
‘Whaaat? I’m just showing the world how much I looove you and wanna snuggle yooou!’
Google tried to look down at Blank with a warning in his eyes, but that only made Blank grin wider, god how he loved teasing Google. Google always maintained stoicism, professionalism and perfect composure in every public situation….but Blank lived for when he was blushing and smiling and had no idea what to do with himself because of his developing emotions.
‘Sh-shhh….p-p-people a-are l-looking….’
Google tried to bow his head as he started to smile nervously, whilst Blank merely giggled fondly at him. He was caught between the embarrassment of people watching them and undoubtedly cooing about them, and the sweet enticing nature of his boyfriend’s loving affection. Google could only reason that emotions were….weird. Google gritted his teeth when Blank winked at him though, and despite how flustered he was…Google knew that he wasn’t going to let Blank get away with this. So when it came to checking out, Google packed everything without even bothering to stick to a human pace, whilst Blank continued to smugly stay close to him and relish in what he’d reduced his boyfriend to.
‘You sweeties enjoy the holidays!’
The cashier called after them with a giggle, which made Blank smirk as Google growled. As they left the store with everything bagged in the trolley, Google could feel his embarrassment diminishing…and his need to have vengeance rising. He was similarly inhuman with his speed of loading all their purchases into the car and returning the trolley, and as Blank made to go around to sit in the front passenger seat….Google gripped his forearm.
‘Get into the seat behind mine. Now.’
Blank’s overwhelming smugness….wavered, just a tad, as Blank saw the danger in his Google’s smile. Blank knew he’d been a teasy shit, and on the inside he’d known there were going to be consequences, which was kinda why he’d done it. Google’s consequences were often rather enjoyable. So, Blank decided to maintain his cheeky, boyish grin as he slipped into the back seat behind Google’s driver seat. Then, Google too got into the car, locked it….and proceeded to tint each and every window, and the front and back windscreens so that anyone walking past wouldn’t be able to see in. Blank was analysing Google’s actions with a giddy, yet nervous curiosity…he knew he was in for some kind of punishment, but as of yet he wasn’t sure of what it would entail; so of course, he asked cheekily.
‘Tinting the windows huh? Are gonna make out a little before we head home?’
Google let out a soft laugh through his nose, before cocking his head at Blank and purring.
‘As enjoyable as that sounds, you and I both know that is not what you deserve in this moment. What is going to happen now, is you are going to remove your shoes and socks, and give them to me.’
Blank’s eyes widened. This could only mean one thing, one consequence. His hands and fingers were shaking as he started to blush, not hesitating to comply with his boyfriend’s command. He wordlessly handed his sneakers and black socks over, making Google smile as he took them and set them aside.
‘Good boy, now….’
Blank watched with nervous, curious eyes as Google lifted the head rest up and off of the driver’s seat. His toes curled as Google purred, his azure eyes gleaming behind his spectacles.
‘Feet up.’
Blank complied once more, settling in the back seat as he rested his feet on the top of Google’s seat. He squeaked when Google gripped his ankles and yanked his feet forwards, and Blank hid in his hoodie when he heard Google chuckle…before putting the head rest back onto the seat. The head rest slipped back into place snugly, trapping Blank’s ankles, and leaving his bare feet vulnerable and exposed for whatever Google desired. Google hummed as he observed his boyfriend’s pale, scrunched soles fondly.
‘Do you know what I’m going to do to you?’
Blank nibbled his bottom lip, shivering as he tentatively looked to Google; he whispered meekly.
‘….t-….uh…p-punish me?’
‘Hmm….you are correct, but what is it I am punishing you for?’
Blank was about to open his mouth to answer, when he let out a surprised squeak. Google had begun tracing his soles with all his fingertips, with his eyebrow raised expectantly. Blank understood that Google was still expecting him to answer him, no matter what else was happening. Blank clapped a hand over his mouth as giggles spilled from his lips….oh this was going to be diabolical.
‘I-Ihihit’s b-behecause-ohomygohod….i-ihihit’s….’
Blank let out a light whine, he couldn’t get his words out through his goddamn giggles! Google meanwhile just kept on tracing all over his feet, relishing in the gasps and giggles that he adored so much. Blank’s mirth was utter perfection in Google’s eyes, and he took any and every opportunity to coax it out.
‘Yes dear?’
Blank squeaked and spluttered when Google lightly skittered over the balls of his feet, making Blank scrunch and tug weakly at his trapped feet.
‘P-P-Pleheheeease I-I c-cahan’t t-tahalk lihike thihihis!’
Google cocked his head at Blank softly, smiling with innocent nonchalance as he replied.
‘And yet you still are perfectly coherent. Don’t worry, you can take your time, it’s not like you’re going anywhere.’
Blank threw his head back with his loud giggles as he tugged at his feet more and more, the incessant tickling at the balls of his feet was really affecting the poor guy. Blank knew he had to do everything he could to answer Google’s questions though, it was Google’s thing whenever he tickled, he asked question after question after question like he was doing an experiment.
'Ohohogohod ohohokahay I-I wahas cheheeky!’
Blank squealed out his words as Google lightly raked his nails up and down Blank’s taut, ticklish inner arches. The android smirked, letting out a satisfied hum at his boyfriend’s adorable compliance.
‘That’s right my dear, you were cheeky….very, very cheeky…’
Blank got chills down his spine at Google’s cool, deep tone of voice, and whimpered when Google made his inner-arch tickling devilishly light.
‘Why don’t you list all of the cheeky things you did?’
Blank hit his car seat, the light sensations making him want to curl up and hide away forever as electricity coursed through his body. It took him about a minute of whimpery giggling before he managed to even think about answering, all throughout which Google observed, lovingly. Google adored how ticklish Blank was to even the lightest of touches, it was endearing, and marvellously enjoyable to exploit during moments like this.
‘I-Ihihi r-rahahan wihith the t-trohoholley!’
Google hummed, tracing the wrinkles in the centres of Blank’s scrunched soles.
‘Yes, and?’
Blank softly squealed and hid his face in his hands, his giggling becoming intermingled with soft squeaks and hiccups now; his replies were getting faster too.
‘I-I-Ihihi p-puhut stuhuhuff ihin the troholley wehe d-d-dihidn’t nehEED!’
Blank jumped and yelped when Google sneakily scratched the pad of one of his big toes, which spurred Google to softly trace over both his big toes as he purred evilly.
‘Mmmm, that was particularly cheeky of you….but what was the naughtiest thing you did, hmm?’
Blank’s face was screwed up and his eyes were squeezed shut as colour bloomed on his normally pale face, and his lips spread into a wide, embarrassed grin; the tickling was one thing, but making him talk amidst it all? That’s what made it true tickle torture for Blank.
‘IHI EHEMBARRASSED YOHOHOU!’
Blank was squealing and laughing his head off as Google took time and pleasure over scratching every single pad of every single one of Blank’s little, pale toes. This was the pinnacle of the punishment and Google was going to make sure the punishment wasn’t forgotten in a hurry.
‘Yes, you did. Despite knowing how much public displays of affection cause the human flustered emotion to rise within me, you partook in them with me anyway, for your own naughty amusement….’
Blank let out a shrill wail, tugging at his poor feet desperately as he became more and more teary eyed with every passing second.
‘IHIHI’M SAHARRY!’
Google hummed, casting his gaze over his precious, writhing boyfriend with tender amusement dancing in his eyes. He kept tickling his toes deftly as he leant towards him a tad, purring.
‘Sorry for what exactly?’
Google raised a brow amidst his query, and that teasiness on top of the tickling just brought Blank to his adorable limit.
‘EHEHEVERYTHIHING! AHAHALL OHOF IHIIIT!’
At Blank’s high-pitched wail, Google reasoned that Blank had received an adequate amount of punishment in relation to his cheekiness during their extended errand, so he had mercy. He efficiently released his boyfriend’s feet, and chuckled amusedly when Blank immediately set about bringing his legs close to his chest. Blank was giggling residually and embarrassedly into his knees, but peeked form his hiding spot when he felt a warmth settle on one of his hands.
‘Are you alright?’
Blank melted at the softness of Google’s voice, and looked to see that Google had placed one of his hands on one of his and was rubbing his knuckles tenderly. Blank wordlessly nodded with a bashful smile, and leant forward so he could kiss the android’s hand. Google chuckled fondly, and was about to suggest that make-out session that Blank had previously brought up….when they both suddenly heard a disgruntled gurgle come from the car’s cup-holders. They both looked, and Blank giggled when he saw Gooper lightly squirming.
‘Ohoops, dihidn’t see ya there bud…’
Blank giggled whilst Gooper gurgled once more, this time for a tad longer. Google hummed as he listened to the slightly drowsy creature, before smiling to his boyfriend in amusement.
‘It seems he is displeased at being so roughly awoken from his naptime, but he is happy to take your socks as compensation. He wants to snuggle them.’
Blank spluttered and let out a snort, before picking up his socks and softly tucking them into the cup-holders with Gooper, who purred in thanks before settling down in the new warmth to resume his nap. Meanwhile, the make-out session was put on hold….for the half an hour it took for them to get back home, deposit their purchases, and for Google to carry his cute, barefoot human to their privacy.
WOOOO DAY NUMBER 3 COMPLETE, LEMME KNOW IF YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT WOOO LYV YOUS XX
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Unintended Consequences - Part 3
Summary: Y/N and Ben had been best friends since the day six year old Y/N dropped her ice cream in front of Ben and he had offered her his. The rest is history. Until Ben went to Hollywood and disappeared for five years, before suddenly waltzing back into Y/N’s life with one simple request.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for all your support on series, astounding, phenomenal, amazing, as usual. You guys truly make the writing worth it! Enjoy :) Please let me know if tags aren’t working properly, or I’ve accidentally left you off! Taglists are open! xx
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: language
MASTERLIST
The room was sterile white, nothing personal adorning the walls sans for a few ornately framed diplomas. Bookcases containing ancient looking texts where scattered about the large office, offset by the leafy green plants. It was an attempt to make the room more inviting, but it fell far short. The modern, harshly black furniture looked too pristine to have ever been much used, and the desk in the center of the spacious locale was too clear and decluttered for an attorney's office.
It all presented a stereotypical picture of what she had pictured. The man sat behind the desk, was a small gray haired fellow with spectacles perched on the edge of his nose, wrinkles lining his face. He wasn't intimidating per se, but Y/N knew he could tear her down with the matter of a few words. That’s what he was paid to do after all.
So, she sat perched on the edge of her seat, trying to keep her nerves at bay as she halfheartedly listened to his words. It was a slew of legalise mixed in with lay man's terms, which resulted in something she barely understood. Regret was slowly dawning on her as she wished, prayed even, that she was in another place.
But she wasn't. She was there, in the middle of the morning on a normal Wednesday in an attorney's office, with Ben at her side.
When he asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend, he had neglected to say it came with a whole contract behind it. Sure, the pay he had mentioned was handsome, probably beyond what she would need, and more than she'd dreamed of. But an actual written contract? That had her second guessing everything. It appeared that her word wasn't good enough.
Ben had plopped into the chair next to her, subtly trying to scoot it closer to her. A frown had worked its way into her face as she leaned into the opposite direction, craning her body as far away from him as possible. Internally she was livid; he'd told her that they were going to a meeting but had neglected to mention that it was a law firm.
"Ms. L/N?" she snapped back into attention, looking at the small old man, trying to recall the last thing he had said. He raised a scraggly eyebrow as he peered at her over his glasses, "did you understand everything I've said?"
She chewed on her lower lip, musing over whether she should lie but decided against, "no, not really. I'm sure you realize that most people don’t understand all your overly complex legal terms, but that's okay. Just tell me where to sign so I can leave."
"If you don't understand or appreciate the nature of this contract, then you really shouldn't sign," he huffed at her as she reached for the stack of papers and began leafing through it, "it's a legally binding document."
"Well, appreciate this - I don't care about your stupid contract," she rolled her eyes, unsure why her anger was being directed at him. He wasn't the one that had proposed this or roped her into, but he was an easy target. She felt a tinge of guilt but carried on, "I'm not doing this for his sake, I just want the money. I'll do whatever this says, nothing more, nothing less."
There was a tense silence in the room, so thick you could easily have sliced it with even the dullest of knives, as she grabbed a pan and signed her name in the vibrant blue ink. Her heart sank as she looked at the hasty signature, a small knot forming in her stomach. What had she just done?
Ben remained silent, an unreadable expression on his face as added his own mark to the document. He could had been angry or overjoyed and she'd never know, but how tightly he gripped the arm of his seat suggested he wasn't happy. This was what he wanted, he had no reason to play the role of the sullen little boy. Like always he had come out on top, everyone's favorite golden boy.
"What the hell was that?" Ben asked as they left the office and reentered the bustling London streets. He looked at her for an answer but she just feigned innocence, giving him a light shrug, "Y/N."
"Ben," she parroted his own name, giving him a stern look of her own, "I'm just doing what you wanted. We're not friends anymore, so I don't know why you feel so personally offended. Just pretend we're colleagues and you'll have no problems."
He let out a long, sharp breath through his nostrils, and gave her a curt nod. He reached for her hand and grabbed it, gently interlacing their fingers together. She tried to jerk out of his touch, but he only held her tighter, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Couples hold hands typically. I guess you didn't bother listening that well. Either we’re going to sell this to everyone or it’s pointless," he sighed at her and she mentally rolled her eyes. The feeling of their hands entwined had sent a shiver up her spine, and she realized she had missed this. They would often hold hands or have their arms linked in the past, but something about right now felt different. It felt right, but excruciatingly wrong at the same time.
"Okay," she gave in and let him take the lead. He seemed relieved almost that she'd finally give some control over to him. Ben had desperately wished she'd start to thaw out and let him, but it seemed like it was going to be harder than he had imagined.
"Are you hungry? W-we could get some breakfast before starting to move your stuff-"
"Wait, what? What do you mean move my stuff?" she stopped dead in her tracks as she looked at him nervously. He continued on until he arm was held back from her lack of movement. He raised an eyebrow as he let go of her hand, and turned to face her. A look of confusion crossed her face, “why would I move my things?”
"Because you're moving in with me? " he stated calmly, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out the contract but she just swatted his arm away, "you signed-"
"Shut up about that bloody thing," she groaned as she ran a hand through her hair, "fucking fuck! I should have read the stupid thing closer. I already regret this. I didn’t realize it was going to require this much work.”
“Why are acting like it’s suddenly such a big fucking deal to suddenly be around me?” he lowered his voice and pulled her close against his body, almost too close for her liking. It was too familiar, and his smell almost brought her to tears. It was still the same cologne he had always worn. He spoke quietly so only she could hear, “you’re being a little ice queen right now, and it’s about you thawed out.”
“You’ve got some nerve talking to me like, Benny! I’m the one that’s doing you a favor since apparently no other girl in the world could do this job,” she wanted to stomp on his foot and momentarily considered doing so, but collected herself decided it was not worth it, “I don’t want to be around you, so yeah, excuse me if I act like that a little bit. We’re not friends anymore, so I really don’t know you’re expecting me to act like we are. Publicly, fine, I get it, I’ll be the best girlfriend, but in private, don’t expect much. Don’t you dare smirk at me like that!”
Ben’s face had almost instantly turned from a frown into a little half smile, as he listened to her rant and rave on. Talk about getting under skin, because that same little smile was going to be the death of her. He let go of his grip on her, “fine, have it your way. We’ll play this little game. But just so you, you just called me Benny.”
“I did not!” she was hoping that he was bluffing and his old nickname hadn’t accidentally slipped out of her mouth. It couldn’t have, no, Benny was reserved for a much different time, and ultimately, person. Regardless, he was still her weakness...and maybe it had just happened. He cocked his head to the side and watched her intently, confirming that indeed, it had happened, “well fine. It didn’t mean anything.”
“Oh yes, it did,” there was a victorious tone to his voice as he offered her his hand again. Glancing around the busy street, she noticed a few curious on lookers were staring at them unabashedly. She groaned internally before taking his hand and entwining their fingers. She’d give him hell later, but for right now, it was time to start playing the dutiful girlfriend, “you are the only person that’s ever been allowed to call me that. Just so we’re quite clear - others have tried, but they’ve never got the privilege.”
“Not sure I want to be the holder of that privilege,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, lying to both herself and Ben. Deep down she loved knowing that she was still the only one who could call him that. She also didn’t want to give into him so easily, and decided to keep her resolve firm, “where do I sign over this so called privilege?”
“Y/N,” his voice was firm and served as a bit of a warning. He bit back a smart remark as a few people seemed to have made connection as to who he was. Ben dropped the subject and tugged on her hand, jerking his head in the direction of a nearby restaurant. Presenting the picture of ambivalence, she gave the lead and trudged along silently, a fake smile plastered on her face.
“Who even decided this needed to be a contract?” Y/N mumbled through a mouthful of her omelette, as she read the damning papers more thoroughly. Some of the clauses and conditions were a little more than she would have thought. Rules on to kiss, when to kiss, appropriate amounts of PDA - everything was contained in those types pages.
“People in Hollywood,” Ben sighed as he stirred his coffee for the millionth time, even though the sugar and cream had been mixed in long ago. He watched her face go through a range of expressions as her eyes skimmed over the pages, “everything’s a politics game there. One wrong move and you’re out. It’s all about the image.”
“Then why don’t you leave?” she set her fork down and stared at him. Years ago he would have never settled for something like his. It wouldn’t have been his scene. But people could change on a drop of a hate and even he was no exception, “there’s more to life than all of this. Are you even happy?”
“I like what I do, Y/N,” he rubbed at his tired eyes before bringing the hot coffee to his lips and taking a long drink, “besides I thought you didn’t care about me anymore. What does it matter as long as you get your money?”
“It doesn’t,” she lied quickly, shrugging her shoulders to play it off, “I’m just making a point.”
“Hmm,” he said as he focused on his own food, ignoring her piercing gaze. It was. Strange back and forth they had now, a sort of rapport that would suggest they were still friends. Although she would never admit that, she’d take the lie to her grave first.
“You know, this gets awfully close to prostitution. The only thing that’s missing is it telling us to have sex,” she mused as she flipped to next page. Ben almost spit out her coffee at the suggestion, his face turning a brilliant shade of crimson, “what?”
“I-I could never. No, that’d be weird,” he stammered nervously, looking anywhere but at her. Like he’d hadn’t imagine the very same thing hundreds, if not thousands of times.
“Gee thanks,” she snorted, hoping he was joking, “didn’t know I was so repulsive that even thought of touching me was too much. Hopefully you’ll at least be able to kiss me convincingly enough. But you’re an actor after all, I imagine you can.”
“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” he tried to cover up his nervousness.
“Oh?” she quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for a better answer. He provided none, looking more like he wished he was getting swallowed by the ground than anything else, “fine then. What is this about going to Los Angeles and…all these other places?”
“Press junkets. There’s always -”
“Jesus Christ,” she groaned and laid her head on the table. This was so much more than she had bargained for, “why oh why did I agree to this. Will my dumb ass ever learn? No, apparently not. Because suddenly my life involves gallivanting around with you. Great, bloody fantastic. I suppose I can only blame myself and my greediness.”
“Are you going to be like this the whole time?” he wished she’d give it up, or at least though out over time, but it appeared it would be more of a challenge than he had anticipated. But he willing to give it all the time it needed because you didn’t just give up on someone you loved. No, Y/N was worth so much more than that to him.
“Probably going to be like this for the next…” she flipped to the back of the contact, looking for a duration. Her eyes landed on it and she sighed heavily, “year to year and a half.”
“Don’t act like it’s just a punishment,” he scoffed at her, taking a bite of his eggs, “you could be suck with someone worse.”
“Fine,” she huffed at him, “but I’m gonna drink a lot and complain the whole time.”
She took a long look around her apartment, marveling at how empty it was. This has been her home, her only home, for so many years now. And it was gone, all because she hadn’t read a stupid contract, all because of Ben. She should have ignored his texts – she should have listened to her gut, but chose to listen to her heart.
The walls were bare now, only thumbtack and nail holes remaining from all the things she had hung up over the years. The rooms felt so much larger without all of her furniture, the random bits and pieces she had lovingly curated over time. Ben had helped pick out most of the things there, hell, he had practically lived there half the time when they were still friends. But, she supposed, getting to live somewhere rent free wasn’t all that bad. She’d miss her humble abode though, even though it was small and old, it was hers and she’d always felt at home there.
“Y/N?” Ben’s voice was soft as he came up behind her, putting his hand his hand on her shoulder. She tensed up under his touch, but let his hand linger for a few moments before pulling away from him. He let out an almost inaudible sigh as he leaned against the door frame, watching her walk around the room, trailing her fingers over the barren walls.
It had all gone by so fast; it was almost hard to believe that just a short week ago, Ben hadn’t even been part of her life anymore. Now he was standing next to her, turning everything upside and throwing her for a loop. He wasn’t entirely to blame, she knew that much, it did take two to tango after all. It was just all a whirlwind of emotions, trying to process everything that was going – this was her life now, this was her job: being a dutiful girlfriend to her ex-best friend and following him around as he lived his luxurious lifestyle.
She hadn’t even been presented the opportunity to take time to come to terms with everything. After their breakfast the previous morning, they had gone back to her apartment and started to pack, assisted of course by a hired team of professionals. Nothing remained now, sans for memories of the past. Y/N closed her eyes as she felt the prickling start, trying her best to hold back her tears. She wasn’t about to break down and cry in front of him.
“It’s time to go, love,” his voice was barely above a whisper and she nodded, knowing there was no point to hanging around the empty space any longer. What was done was done and the only way to move on was to move forward.
“Give me one moment,” she walked down the hall and poked her head inside each of the rooms, giving them the once over and checking to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Once she reached what used to be her bedroom, she stepped inside and was overcome with a rush of various emotions: she could practically hear the laughter from years ago echoing in the room. They had spent countless nights in here, staying up all night and shooting the shit for what seemed like ever.
“It’ll be okay,” she jumped a little bit as Ben appeared behind her, and she hung her head, “it’s just a room. There’ll be plenty more in the future.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Ben,” she turned around to face him, her cheeks red and eyes glassy, “it’s a lot more than just a room. Memories, years of them, belong here. You used to know that, you used to care. But I guess it’s all different now, isn’t it?”
“We can make new memories-“
“But we won’t,” she concluded, pushing back him, her shoulder barely brushing against him as she headed for the door, “we’re just going to be roommates. Roommates don’t have to friends you know, they can co-exist just fine with minimal communication.”
“Y/N-”
“Let’s just go before I change my mind,” she opened the ancient door, listening for the last time to its creak. It was so imperfect, but it was hers, and she’d miss it. Giving her a curt nod, he stuck his hands in the pocket of his jeans and followed her out of the apartment and shutting it one last time. It was the end of an era, really, and the beginning of a new one, whatever that would lead to. It was all so strange, still, but neither of them could deny that they were curious as to where it would end up. For now it was all a hazy mystery, ready to be traversed slowly and cautiously.
The new apartment was…extravagant and over the top, and that was putting it mildly. It was penthouse of a new high rise located in the heart of London and put her old place to shame. This was expensive, so expensive it was probably ridiculous and made her heart ache a little. This was too much for the two of them, especially since they were basically perpetuating a lie.
Ben had let her in, and her jaw almost dropped at the sight of everything. The marbled kitchen, the living room with sleek modern furniture, the multiple bathrooms with clawfoot tubs, and the two bedrooms with large, wide windows. Her furniture had been moved into one of them, and the other had the door open just the smallest of bits, and she presumed Ben had already been living there.
“What do you think?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen, reaching into the fridge and pulling a luxe looking bottle of sparkling water. Of course, even the water exuded designer origins, housed in an opulent looking glass container.
Y/N looked at him, opening and closing her mouth a few times as she sought the right words. She had never felt more out of place, or uncomfortable than she did in that moment. Her furniture looked so shabby and out of place in the modern space, and she felt just about the same.
“It’s…opulent, that’s for sure,” she breathed out, walking around the living room and letting her fingers trail over the large television and bookcase, “it’s almost too much. Do you seriously live here? What was wrong with your old place?”
“I’ve been here since I’ve gotten back. Just bought the place,” he confessed, leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving hers, “please, do go and tell me what’s wrong with it. I’m all ears.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” she admitted, taking in the high, vaulted ceilings. He made a sound of disbelief at her words. She walked over towards him, hopping onto one of the bar stools that overlooked the kitchen, “it’s beautiful. Most people would kill to have a place like this…”
“But,” he motioned for her to continue. Of course, he knew there would be a but, there always was. She traced the vein of quartz on the marble counter top, trying her best not to leave fingerprints everywhere. She felt like anything she touched might break or be ruined.
“But, it’s a lot,” she sighed, meeting his eyes for the first time. She could see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. He felt like he was under her scrutiny, and he craved her approval. He didn’t know why, but he needed her to support him – she was the only person that never once had pumped up his ego and always kept him grounded and in touch with reality, “this isn’t a home. It feels so cold and harsh.”
“I haven’t been here long enough to make it a home,” he shrugged and tried to play it off, even though he knew what she meant, “it’ll be better with us here. We’ll give the place some life.”
“Will it?” she pondered, “will it feel like a home when people come to clean it every couple of days, when your laundry gets done for you, when people continue to wait on you hand and foot?”
“We can have nice things and not feel guilty about it,” he snapped a little bit, as she had touched on a nerve. She just couldn’t support anything he did or was doing anymore it appeared, “I’m sorry that it doesn’t resemble the bohemian cluttered mess you lived in, but this is a step up, wouldn’t you say? Most people could only dream of living here and you’re getting it for free!”
“You didn’t mind that bohemian mess for years, Ben,” she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from completely going off on him, “and not too long ago your place didn’t look much different! And this isn’t free - it comes with benefits to you too!”
“You just keep ragging on me for everything, and it’s getting old, Y/N. I know you don’t like me right now, I get that, totally, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he hand a through his hair, “every single I do or say has to have some sort of smart response, doesn’t it?”
“You don’t exactly make it easy either,” she slid off the stool and started to walk over to him, “you just left me, Ben, you abandoned me and come back a whole different person! Yeah, it’s a lot to take in and is going to take me a while to get over. Sorry, I’m not jumping into your arms and giving you my forgiveness. It’s going to have to be earned.”
“You keep saying that but what the fuck do you want me to do?” he sounded exasperated by this point as she stood in front of him, fuming. If she had been a cartoon character, she was sure there would have been steam coming out of her head, “just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to be here, I want you back, not this Hollywood Ben, but my Benny,” she pointed a finger at his chest, jabbing him slightly, “but I’m pretty sure he’s gone for good. I mean look at this place, look at you! And to have me sign a contract for all of this? I mean who does that?!”
“Then why did you sign it?” he countered, and she huffed, knowing he had a point. He grabbed her hand, and held it in his own, and for once she didn’t try and fight him, “why did you answer my texts? Why did you agree to meet me?”
“I don’t know,” she lied, biting on her lip so hard it almost drew blood, “I don’t know what you want me to say, Ben.”
“Tell me the truth,” he stated quickly, taking a small step closer to her, leaving almost no distance between them. She could feel the heat radiating off him, “tell me what you want from me.”
She remained silent for a few moments, mulling over the thoughts in her head. She didn’t know what she wanted; she did but didn’t. But she wasn’t going to admit that to him just yet. She let her eyes flick up to his and found him staring at her with such a burning intensity that caused her to lose her complete train of thought.
Suddenly, almost out of the blue, he put his hands on the side of her face and crashed his soft lips onto hers, kissing with a newfound hunger entwined with years of yearning. She practically melted into touch, finally getting to feel those lips on hers, to experience how he tasted, how perfectly he felt against her. She let him take control for a few moments, thoroughly enjoying herself, wrapping her arms his waist as he worked magic on her. It felt better than she could have ever dreamed of, sparks flying through her body. It was soft, but urgent and perfect. This was how it was supposed to be – him kissing her, soft moans leaving her mouth as he kissed her everywhere he could reach.
But then - reality hit.
“Stop.”
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Aaron Samuels x Regina’s sister reader
Pairing: Aaron Samuels x Regina George’s sister reader
Word count: 1208
Warnings: None
Request: Can you make Regina’s sister dating Aaron Samuels headcanons?
A/N: I used Aaron and Regina’s first time dating as the starting point and kind of ignored the canon with Cady coming to North Shore and Aaron dating Regina again because it was easier to not go into all of that or include a reason why Aaron and Cady broke up, too.
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You met Aaron when he started dating Regina
He realized the moment you met that you were the nice sister and he wouldn’t tell anyone but he was kind of wishing he had met you first
But Regina has a magnetic personality, he was already dating her, and he’s exceptionally loyal, so he did his best to ignore his feelings and stay with her
Of course, they didn’t stay together that long
Aaron didn’t want to hurt Regina, but he didn’t want to lose you in the breakup, either, so he asked you if you were still okay and could continue to be friends
You didn’t want to hurt Regina, but you didn’t want to lose Aaron, either, so you stayed friends
As much as Regina could drive you crazy, you still loved her
You knew as quickly as she would attack you, if someone else attacked you, she would destroy them without any hesitation
She would basically kill for you, and you would do the same
So you pushed your feelings for Aaron down and tried to focus on just being his friend
But the more time you spent together, the harder that became
He was always so sweet and attentive and ready with a smile, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, arms open wide for a hug, anything you needed
Everything he did just reaffirmed that he was a genuinely good guy
And made you like him more
You couldn’t tell, but he was struggling to ignore his feelings for you, too
You were always there for him
You could make him laugh and really laugh in a way not many people could
And although it didn’t really help with his inner conflict, he really admired and respected your loyalty to Regina
It reminded him that your morals, sense of loyalty, love, compassion, and empathy all lined up very closely with his
And that just made him like you more
One day, he got tired of fighting with himself
He was very completely absolutely sure that his feelings weren’t going away, and more and more he was feeling like you really could be an incredible match for him
He just wanted to tell you how he felt
If you felt the same way, you could figure it out together
And if you didn’t, you could stay friends, at least he hoped, and he wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and maybe he could start trying to get over you
Though he knew that would be a lot easier said than done
So he invited you over on a Friday night and told you everything that had been going through his mind for the last few months
Of course, you told him you felt the same way
You were shocked to hear that he liked you and had for a long time
If you both liked each other, you didn’t want to just ignore it anymore
But you wanted a little time to think and maybe get a feel for how Regina might handle it
You swore it was like Regina could sense the change because the next day, she brought it up
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Aaron since we broke up. Are you guys, like, dating or something?”
But she wasn’t accusing you and she didn’t seem mad
She seemed genuinely curious
So you admitted to her that you did like him but you didn’t want to hurt her
She surprised you even more by telling you that she wouldn’t be mad or hurt, because they weren’t right for each other and she knew that
She said she was happier now that she was sort of seeing Shane Oman
She reminded you that she had been the one to break up with Aaron for Shane, and encouraged you to go for it
You didn’t want to speed off, but you didn’t want to waste time
You shot a text to Aaron asking if you could come over
He replied enthusiastically a moment later
You ran through the whole conversation with Regina for him when you arrived
You knew you could have told him that she was fine with it and be done, but you wanted to share the whole explanation with him
He needed it as much as you did
And he was thrilled to hear it all
He wrapped you up in a big, long hug at the end of your story
“So that’s it, right? There’s nothing else stopping us?”
You thought it was adorable that he felt the need to ask
As soon as you confirmed it, he kissed you
After that, you started spending even more time together
You tried not to hang out at your house too much or do too much PDA at school, because even if Regina was okay with it, you both still felt better not being super coupley around her
But when you were around her, she was always surprisingly positive about your relationship
Your friends call you “the happy couple” a lot as a joke, but it’s pretty accurate
You become more comfortable and open with each other, but your relationship always has a firm footing in the honeymoon phase even long after it should be over
You both just feel so lucky to have each other and to be able to be together
You never take each other for granted
You can talk to each other about anything, completely honestly
You don’t judge each other
You’re basically the nicest, most supportive couple around
When your friends aren’t calling you the happy couple, they’re calling you Mom and Dad
Aaron loves to give you smaller, more subtle gestures of affection
Like kissing you on the head, placing his hand on your knee under the lunch table, sitting or standing a bit closer than necessary so you brush up against each other more
He also loves to send you texts to let you know he’s thinking about you or to compliment you out of the blue
After you and Aaron have been dating for a while, you decide to check in with Regina, just to make sure it isn’t bothering her
She truly thinks you and Aaron are a perfect match
And she insists that she’s fine with it and she’s happy to see that you’re so happy
You and Aaron really are so happy
She ends the conversation by telling you that she thinks you and Aaron could really last and be it for each other
You know that’s big for her and that she wouldn’t say it unless she really believed it
When you tell Aaron that Regina thinks you’re a perfect match, he jumps at the chance to agree
He then continues to list off every reason he thinks you’re a perfect match
He’s beyond excited when you tell him you think so, too
Then you tell him that Regina thinks you could be endgame
He gets this sweet, serious look on his face
“Well, I don’t plan on going anywhere. And you don’t seem to be, either. Are you?”
You shake your head
“Then I’d like to think we are going to last. It definitely feels like we are. And I plan on sticking around to find out.”
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