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itsasilentreader · 2 months

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My only girl

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Slytherin!reader

Summary:

Violet thinks she can get Sebastian in her bed at the end of a Slytherin party, but little does she know that he is your boyfriend whose heart is set on you and only you.

Warnings: alcohol/drug consumption, suggestive dialogue, maybe some curse words? idk anymore

Characters are aged up, 18+.

Wordcount: 3.4K

A/N: Use of Y/N, there are some descriptions about the outfit of the reader but if you want to imagine a different outfit, please do! I tried to write a reader who is more self-assured in her relationship because I like to read that once in a while. Also, English is not my first language, so please ignore all the grammatical errors in this one. I’m still editing and learning how to write dialogue so please bear with me!

It was finally Friday night and as per usual, one of the houses was throwing a party. As it was agreed to rotate every week, it was now time for Slytherin to host again.

You got ready with Natty and Imelda in the dorm room you shared with Imelda. As you were still deciding on an outfit and trying different pieces of clothing on, Poppy entered your room, out of breath. “Sorry, I know I’m late and I see you are almost ready. But I have a good enough reason to be late.” Imelda rolled her eyes, before focusing back on her make-up. Poppy gave her a light (friendly) shove as she walked past her towards your bed. “Oh stop that, will you.”

She set down her make-up bag and clothing before turning towards you. “Okay first of all, if you’re going with that green top you should wear that black skirt you got last month.” You looked at her through the mirror and nodded to her. “I guess you’re right, let me change into a skirt.” You turned towards your closet. Poppy nods and sits down. “Okay, the reason why I’m late is because I overheard Violet on my way here.”

This causes all three heads to turn towards Poppy. Imelda had eyeliner on only one eye as she stared at Poppy to continue. “If it caused you to be 20 minutes late, this should be something interesting,” Natty spoke up from the floor next to your bed, her eyes fixed on the mirror while doing her hair.

“It is,” Poppy nodded, “Okay, so you know how obsessed Violet is with Sebastian?” You scoff and give her a pointed look. “Even Ominis can see that and that kid is blind.” You turn your attention back to your closet and continue to look for the black skirt you want to try on with the top. Poppy rolls her eyes at your comment.

“Anyways, she said she is so sure she can get him into her bed by the end of the night. Seems like she really wants to make her move on him tonight.” This causes the girls to stop their movements and stare at Poppy. Imelda closes the cap on her eyeliner pen and speaks up, “So… she really doesn’t know Sebastian is in a committed relationship and head over heels for our lovely Y/N here?”

“Well, she did mention it is always difficult to talk to him because he is always with Y/N. Even went as far as to say that she doesn’t understand why he puts up with you” Poppy replied, the last part directed towards you. “That little-” you huff out when you turn around, skirt in hand. Changing into the skirt, and sighing when you think over the words Poppy just said. “I mean, we didn’t come out as a couple you know, so I’m not surprised she doesn’t actually know we’re together. And it is not like we act differently around each other now we are together. Besides, everyone already assumed we were.”

You smooth out the skirt and hum in approval of your outfit. “Yeah, everyone but Violet”. Natty says. “She even admits it is hard to talk to him because he’s always with you. Besides the point that he is your boyfriend, doesn’t she know he is not interested in her?” she continues, “Even before you came to Hogwarts in our fifth year, he always tried to avoid her at all costs. She is so overbearing.”

You sigh and walk over to your bed after approving your outfit. “Knowing Violet she probably wants to do it publicly so I would know she claimed him.” You sit down next to Poppy on your bed and start putting on your make-up. “Everything we do is a competition in her head, so this would be the same.” Poppy shifts on the bed and turns to you. “We all know Sebastian only has eyes for you, you don’t need to worry about that.” She smiles softly at you as she opens her make-up bag to quickly get ready.

“I know, I’m just a little worried about how far Violet will go.” Natty looks up to you from her seat on the floor. “You know we will hex her if she does something out of line”, you snort at her comment. “Imelda is just dying to do it for you, you know.” Natty says while Imelda smirks proudly.

“Okay enough about that ugly shade of purple,” you turn your attention to Poppy. “Are you finally making your move on Garreth tonight?” Poppy gasped lightly and shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” only the blush spreading on her cheeks is telling you otherwise. “He asked if you were coming tonight” You looked into your hand mirror and applied your eyeshadow. “He did?” Poppy squeaked out. Clearing her throat she asked again, “He did?” Imelda locks eyes with you and smirks as you try to contain your laughter.

“Sooo…” She drags out, “I guess Y/N isn’t the only one going back to the dorms with someone tonight”. Poppy glared at her and scoffed. “Just let us know how it was in the morning, I am kinda curious about his dick,” Imelda commented nonchalantly. This causes you and Natty to bark out a laugh while Poppy stutters over her words. “Imelda, you’re gay.” Imelda barks out a laugh, before replying, “So? I might munch muff but I still acknowledge Garreth is easy on the eyes.” Poppy just huffs and focuses on her make-up. She mumbles something under her breath but Imelda drowns it out when she laughs at Poppy’s reaction again.

As you walk down to your common room, you can already feel the bass vibrating the walls. Muffled voices and music are heard down the hall and you are in desperate need of a shot, or two. You are sure Sebastian wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or jeopardize your relationship, but you still feel a bit uneasy because you know Violet will do anything to get what she wants.

As Imelda opens de door to the common room, you are met with a full house and someone sneakily pushing past you into the common room. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, as they already disappeared in the crowd.

The party is in full swing and fire whisky is flowing richly. You spot Garreth already, with some other Hufflepuff girl next to the fireplace. It seems like he already started mixing the fire whiskey and Mallowsweet. You can see Poppy’s facial expression fall when she follows your sight. It is no secret she is attracted to the red-headed Gryffindor. Poppy rolls her eyes and drags you with her to look for a bottle of fire whiskey. “I need a shot!” She yells over the music.

The other two girls follow and eventually get caught up by others and their conversations. You have yet to spot your boyfriend. While searching the room for his presence, Poppy helps you and herself to a shot of fire whiskey. After tasting the burning alcohol at the back of your throat, Poppy seems to have poured herself already a second shot. Filling up your glass, you both took another shot. Poppy seems to be in her head as she pours another one. “Okay hold on Pops, I think we should slow down on the shots after this one”. You pry the bottle out of her hands and pour yourself one last shot. “Last one,” Poppy said and downed it. “For now.” she mumbles after taking the shot.

The night went on and there is still no sign of your boyfriend. Suddenly you spot Ominis standing against the wall and walk up to him. “Have you seen Sebastian?”, you ask after you greet your friend. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink. “He went to the bathroom a while ago, seems like he hasn’t found his way back yet.” You sigh and lean against the wall next to Ominis. “Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”

“He better be,” you grumble next to your friend. “It’s just, Poppy overheard Violet and I just don’t want to see what she has planned tonight to get with Sebastian.” Ominis laughs at your comment and shakes his head. “That girl is as daft as a brush”. You chuckle at his remark and nod along, even though he can’t see it. “I know, let me know if you find him will you?” Ominis nods and lets you go on your way.

You walk back towards Poppy and see her finally talking to Garreth. It seems like they only have eyes for each other. The other Hufflepuff girl is long forgotten, as is her annoyance with Garreth from before. You watch how Poppy giggles at something Garreth says and slaps his chest. His hand comes up to hold her hand there and leans in slightly to hear her better. Her cheeks turn red when she notices Garreth leaning into her, her eyes widening a bit but her smile never falters.

You decide to search for your other friends as you walk by Violet. Her presence alone is enough to annoy you, but hearing her shrill voice greeting you makes it even more unbearable. You turn towards her and give her a fake smile as you try not to roll your eyes.

“How lovely to see you this evening, but I have noticed you’re not glued to Sebastian’s side. Did he get bored of you already?” She smirks and cocks her head slightly to the side. You scoff slightly and cross your arms. “Is there another reason you keep talking to me about Sebastian or are you just that obsessed?”. You see her eyes narrow slightly, seems like you’ve hit a nerve. “You know, I just don’t know why he keeps being friends with you. I mean, you always follow him around like a lost puppy. Is it still not obvious that he doesn’t want to be more than friends?” Her expression turns into a sympathetic one, albeit a fake one.

“And what makes you think Sebastian and I aren’t together already?” You feign innocence as you ask her the question. Curious as to what she will answer you take a step closer to the dark-haired girl. “I mean, you said it yourself earlier. We are always together, glued to each other’s sides. Who knows what goes down behind closed doors.” This causes Violet to scoff loudly. “You really think he would choose you?” she rather states instead of asking. You shrug innocently, awaiting her next move. Of course, you know for a fact that he would 100% choose you.

“I know for sure he needs someone who can challenge him, and of course, please him like he should be pleased,” Violet smirked at you. “Don’t you think?”, she taunted at you while tilting her head. Just the thought of her hands all over Sebastian made your stomach hurl, but hearing her imply that she thinks she knows how to please your boyfriend makes your blood boil. You scoff at her comment and roll your eyes. “Let me guess, you think you are the one who can do exactly that hm?”

Her eyes narrow slightly while her smirk falters at the tone of your voice. It is sharp enough to take hers down a nudge. Violet tries to hide her annoyance on her face, “We both know who he would choose when it comes down to both of us. Some are just,” Violet chooses her next words wisely, “better than others.” Shrugging her shoulders, she feigns innocence. The smirk reappears on her face.

This remark causes other students to stop their conversation and turn their attention to the altercation between the two Slytherins. Because of the small commotion that ensues, Imelda and Poppy appear next to you. Your eyebrows shot up at her comment. Before you could throw an insult at her, Imelda beats you to it. “At least Y/N doesn’t need to desperately throw herself at someone, just to get a smidge of attention.” That should knock her down a peg. Poppy just nods along with Imelda’s comment. Imelda is not one to hold her tongue, sharp as ever. It is not always celebrated but it can sure come in handy in times like these.

Her eyes narrowed again before spotting someone, be it your boyfriend, walking towards the commotion. Her sour expression disappears and a sickly sweet smile paints her lips. “ Well, well, well, speak of the devil,” her voice turning into a syrupy sweet one, replacing the ice-cold one she uses to speak with you. “Hey, handsome.” When Sebastian is close enough, her manicured hand shoots out to place it on his bicep to greet him. Slightly squeezing his bicep as she steps closer to him all while batting her eyes seductively. “This girl has no shame.” Imelda murmurs to you and Poppy.

His eyes follow her hand and frowns a little. “What is going on here? Ominis told me you girls are causing a fuss?” His head turns to you, and smirks. “What is it about?” You roll your eyes at the sound of his voice and his questions. He knows damn well that if you and Violet having a squabble, it most likely is about him. He knows how obsessed Violet is with him.

Every time there is a quidditch game, Violet tries to sit in the front row to cheer him on, next to you of course. She tries to catch his attention by cheering loudly for him, a little too loud. Always trying to be the first to greet him after the game and sitting close to him during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whenever you two are walking together or sitting together, she tries to come between you two. She even goes as far as to persuade the professors to switch partners if she is not partnered with Sebastian. Luck is almost always on your side as most of the professors brush her off and tell her to work with the student she was originally paired with. This girl was as desperate as one could be.

Sebastian is not going to lie, it does stroke his ego. Of course, it does when he sees how you react to all the things Violet is trying to do to your boyfriend. Your little huffs of annoyance, or the way you roll your eyes when you hear her shrill voice say your boyfriend's name. He loves it when you try to keep your calm when Violet wants his attention.

Although he likes to receive the attention, he won’t act on it. His heart is set on you and you know that. Nobody can compare to you and he makes sure you know that, in every way possible. Besides, he loves how riled up you are when Violet tries to make a move on him. He loves to see how possessive you can get and claim what is yours. The sex that ensues after makes him go crazy.

“Violet thinks that if you have to choose between us two, you would definitely go for her,” You shake your head a little, before continuing. “She is sure she knows how you should be pleased.” She snaps her head from Sebastian to you. Sebastian tries to hold back his laughter after seeing how Violet stares you down. Still standing a little too close to him, he takes a step back. “Oh, do you now?” You raise your eyebrow to challenge her as if to say ‘Go on, tell him’.

There is a slight pause before she answers him, “I can show you if you want.” as Sebastian takes a step back, she tries to take one step closer to him again. Her manicured nails trailed up to his bicep again and a sultry smile on her lips. “You should see and feel what I can do with my tongue.”

Imelda and Poppy greeted this remark with a loud laugh. Soon, Sebastian joined them. You, however, hate the way she speaks to him. She is trying so damn hard. Sebastian steps away from her grip and shakes his head. “I’m sure you can make someone else happy with that, but I don’t think my girlfriend would like it when you do that.” He turns to you and takes you in his embrace. Wrapping one arm around your shoulder and giving a quick kiss on your temple. “Hi, love”.

“Besides, this one right here is the only one I would ever want. Nobody compares.” You smile softly up to Sebastian. Even though you’ve been together for quite some time now, he still gives you those butterflies. How could he not when he just said in front of everyone, in front of Violet, that you are the one for him? That nobody compares to you in his eyes?

Violet’s shocked expression makes you stifle a laugh, and then it turns sour. “What?” she asks, “You two? For how long?” She almost stomps her feet, like a small child whose toys have been taken away. This time, Garreth speaks up from behind Poppy. “Everyone with eyes and Ominis could see it, Violet. You’re just daft.” His comment, albeit a snide one, is met with chuckles from those who’ve gathered to see what the commotion is about.

At this point, her face grows red from embarrassment and before she stomps off she looks at you. It looks like she wants to say something, but decides against it. She pushes her way through the small crowd and disappears to the girl's dormitory. Her friends flocked behind her.

“Well, that was something.” Poppy speaks up next to you and turns to Garreth, “The last comment might have been a little much”. Garreth just smirked down at her and shrugged. Before he could reply, Sebastian said, “No she did deserve it. She was a little too obsessed. Told her multiple times I wasn’t interested, even before I got together with this babe.” He wiggles his eyebrows as you roll your eyes. “Hm, turning to flattery now, are we?” He gave you a soft smile and leaned in for a quick kiss. Soon, everyone around you goes back to their conversations, games and dancing.

“Where have you been the whole time? I was looking for you.” You turn in his arms to face him completely. He sighs, “I know, I’m sorry. Ominis told me you were looking for me. Caught a fourth-year sneaking into the party when I came back from the bathroom. Had to get the little git back to his dorm.” You giggle with a shake of your head. “Ruining the fun for the younger ones now too?” Sebastian rolls his eyes.

“You know my heart is only set on you right?” Sebastian says to you as he pulls you closer by your waist. Your chests flush against each other as he looks down in your eyes. Your hands slide up his arms and to the back of his neck. Playing with the hair on the base of his neck, he leans into your touch. “I know, and I trust you completely. It’s just girls like Violet that I don’t trust.”

Sebastian nods slightly and drops his forehead against yours. “Well, I understand that. I mean, the guys are no different.” He gives you a soft smile before his eyes flicker down to your lips. “But, you know, if you want me to show you how much I love you, I’ll be happy to do so.” His eyes glimmer with love and lust and his soft smile turns into a smirk. His hands wander from your waist down to your ass and he squeezes slightly.

This makes you gasp and giggle into his chest. You tilt your head and capture Sebastian’s lips for a quick, soft kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss and when you try to pull away, he deepens the kiss. “Room of requirement?” He asks breathlessly when you finally pull away from each other. You nod eagerly and take his hand in yours to sneak out of the party.

Sebastian definitely showed you how much he loves you and your body until the early morning. And your altercation with Violet is long forgotten as Sebastian keeps reminding you; you are the only one for him.

Please let me know what you think of this one! All the likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

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she-walks-on-starlight · 3 months

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You Ruined Me (Do it Again)

a/n: this is my first time posting fic to Tumblr so if I've made any mistakes please let me know so I can learn how to fix them 💖 this was also my first attempt at sevika x reader, I hope y'all enjoy! There are more parts that I can upload if y'all end up liking it

Warnings: drinking alcohol, referenced cheating, smoking, gambling, possessive!sevika, referenced sex (explicit!), sexually explicit teasing.

Summary: Your first night out in a while after leaving your cheating ex does not end how you expected it to...but then what did you expect, going to her club?

Word Count: 1.4k

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18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

You needed this. It had been too long since you hit up a club and just danced the night away. Work had been a bitch, your last breakup still lingered in the back of your mind, and it was high time that you simply had some fun.

Now, after several way too sugary cocktails that probably had enough booze to kill a small human, you were letting loose on the dance floor. You’d always been able to move your body just right, whenever a beat made you feel a certain way, it was guaranteed to have eyes on you as you swayed your hips and moved your feet.

You were twirling around with your best friend, Jinx, laughing and singing along to the tunes that blared loudly on the speakers all around you. You were having such a good time that you almost didn’t notice the door to the club swing open, an entourage of people swarming in being led by an imposing, hulking woman you knew all too well. Sevika.

Her short hair was tied back into the little ponytail she normally wore, that you used to love to tease her about. She still stuck to her favourite outfits, loose fitting pants with a chunky belt, a tight fitting tank top and the cloak that covered her mechanical arm to stop people from staring. She was all muscle, large hands with thick, talented fingers, solid arms with toned biceps.

Strong thighs that you knew were just perfect for lifting you high in the air and fucking you silly. Shaking your head, you focus on the beat of the song, the vibration of the dancefloor, the heat of the bodies moving wildly all around you. Now was so not the time to be staring at your ex.

Jinx groaned. “Is that who I think it is?”

You shrugged. “You know she has shares in the club. She practically owns it. Just ignore her and keep having a good time!”

Jinx giggled, throwing herself into your arms. “Amen to that, sister!”

You dance some more, for 20 minutes or so, completely ignoring the corner of the club reserved for gambling tables, knowing that’s where Sevika would be. It was getting hotter in the club as it got busier and busier.

You leaned into Jinx. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?”

Jinx shook her head, eyeing up a cute blonde girl who was also dancing with her friends. “Nah, I’m good, sparky.”

You giggled at her. “Okay! Happy hunting!”

She shot you a playful glare as you headed to the bar. It was pretty busy, but the bartender here was good, and he made his way through orders quickly. You felt someone sidle up next to you, feeling a pang of annoyance as her order was taken first.

“Whiskey, top shelf. 2 ice cubes.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Of course, it was her. You should’ve known from her size and the sheer heat that was radiating from her. You clamped your thighs together as your body responded automatically to her closeness. Now was not the time to let your pussy do your thinking for you. You stay quiet, hoping she won’t notice you.

Naturally, you’re not that lucky. She double-takes when she realises it’s you. “Y/n? What’re you doing here?”

You huff out an irritated sigh. “Just clubbing, like everyone else.”

The bartender hands Sevika her whiskey but she doesn’t move as you place your order. You hear her snicker when you order a sweet cocktail.

“Some things never change, huh? You still like your drinks to taste like juice.”

You glare at her coolly. “Yet my tastes in other areas have definitely changed.”

Her smile falters, but she soon masks it with a shit-eating smirk. “Oh yeah? So, you’re not totally down bad for me anymore?”

Your hands ball into fists, frustrated that she’d use your pillow talk against you, in such a public setting. You know reacting in any way will just add to her satisfaction, so you breathe deeply and relax your hands, grabbing your drink.

“I was a fool to be ‘down bad’ for you at all. You’re a real asshole, Sevika.”

You’ve lost sight of Jinx, so you find somewhere to sit and sip at your drink, your muscles thanking you for the break. You don’t bother trying to look for Sevika, your eyes find her at the poker tables out of habit. Judging by the large pile of coins at her end of the table, she’s winning. Nothing new there. You finish your drink, pushing your complicated feelings aside. She’d never have a chance again at winning you, that’s for sure.

You’re in the bathroom, applying a new layer of lipstick when she comes in. You stiffen as she enters, brushing past you to go into one of the stalls. Her hand lingers at the small of your back as she passes you. The gesture would seem innocent to most, but you felt the undeniable flutter of your pulse as the heat of her touch tore through you. You focus on the task at hand, steadily applying the dark shade as she comes out of the stall and washes her hand. You feel her eyes on you, roaming over your body in the tight, black dress you decided to wear tonight. It hugged your curves perfectly, kept eyes on your ass and your tits, made you feel powerful when people drooled over you. Just like she used to. There was a time where you would never have made it to the club at all wearing a dress like this. Sevika used to just quite literally tear them off you.

“It’s a beautiful dress.”

Her voice is low and husky. You try not to think about it, or let it replay in your head. “Thank you.”

You put your lipstick back in your purse. She smirks at you. “It’d look better on my bedroom fl-”

Without thinking, you turn and put a hand against her mouth. “Do not finish that sentence, dear god.”

You’ve made your first mistake. She reaches towards your face, and you stupidly let her, transfixed by her as you always have been, like a moth to a flame. A moth that really, really likes the feeling of being burnt.

That was your second mistake.

She steps into your space, her hand caressing your jaw. Your knees feel like they could buckle any second.

“Oh, princess, having trouble colouring within the lines again? Here, let me help…”

Her fingers trace your bottom lip, wiping away a smudge of lipstick. Your eyes flutter close, and your lips part, wanting, waiting…then you feel her.

She crashes into you like a starved animal, her lips devouring yours as she kisses you like you’re her oxygen. You can’t help yourself, you know you shouldn’t let this happen, after everything that happened between you, but it just feels so damn good.

It’s rough, it’s messy and it’s just so…Sevika.

Her body presses into you, and you moan as her thigh brushes against your core. She doesn’t waste the opportunity, her tongue invading your mouth, tasting you. She moans into your mouth when she does, which sets your cunt alight. Your need is growing, you know that you’ll be ruining your panties with how slick your pussy is getting but you care less and less the more Sevika kisses you, nipping roughly at your lower lip, her thigh rubbing against you. She knows how to work you up, after all she used to be the expert. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, your face, your neck, and your ass. She loves your firm, little ass, palming it roughly, admiring how it fits perfectly in her hands. She tries not to think about how it almost belongs in her hands.

Sevika breathes out a soft “Huh” then you’re left in the cold as she moves her warm body away from you. A needy whine escapes your throat, and Sevika chuckles but you see no laughter in her sharp, grey eyes. You reach for her, but she dodges away, smirking at your confused, searching eyes.

“Not down bad for me at all, huh princess?”

Then she’s gone, leaving you panting and pissed out of your goddamn mind. She was playing with you, because that’s what she does best. You bruised her ego earlier at the bar, and that was her taking her revenge. Because why else would she kiss you like that, unless she wanted to prove that she could still make you squirm?

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elliesmistress · 2 months

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hi uhm so I’ve never done this before 😭😭, but could I request for a Camgirl!College!Ellie x college!Reader? Sorry if this seems stupid 😭🙏🏻

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yesss ofc, i'll write it for you hon <33

w/n, I haven't been writing lately like at all so I'm sorry if this is absolute shit <3 no i did not spell check this at all because I'm lazy so sorry for spelling mistakes. LISTEN; I am not from America but Ellie is based in America so I used college but I don't know the grading system, Year 11 is 15 and year 13 is 18! (AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 WHERE I LIVE)

MDNI (18+) - weed usage, oral (receiving), camgirl!ellie. you are recorded having sex but its all consensual and theres a safe word.

Ellie was your best friend, she always had been especially when you moved to college. you had known her throughout most of high school (year 11 to 13) but were never particularly close- that was until, well. you moved to college. you had met Dina during a lecture to which she had given you her number and you properly met Ellie.

You always knew she did streaming but you didn't exactly find out by asking what she does for work, more... seeing the live stream for yourself, first you were shocked and convinced someone had the same tattoo or exact same bed sheets and hot voice- no fucking way, Ellie fucking Williams does streaming, who would've thought?

This was the first time you had seen Ellie genuinely stressed out, she was pacing around your apartment with her hand on her forehead, her posture was terrible. it was like she was an 80 year old man. you were just trying to roll some joints so she could relax

"Ellie- fix your posture" you say in such a motherly tone, she groans and throws her head back (she doesn't fix her posture) . "it's not the end of the world ellie, just call someone and ask them im sure plenty of people will say yes" Ellie looks back at you and frowns, you lick the joint to seal it and give it to Ellie.

"one night stands scare me and i could do solo but that can only take me so far" Ellie says, grabbing the lighter out of her jean pocket and lighting the joint. ellie exhales the smoke and inhales again. you never really understood why ellie would do a job like this.... honestly, she'd be better off working at a fucking starbucks.

"why not Dina?" you question, with smoke pooling out of your nose. ellie looks at you in pure shock and horror "what? did i say something wrong?"

"Dinas boyfriend! would not appreciate that, also no shes my best friend" ellie giggles a bit, no secret at all. you always liked Ellie but you were shy and never really knew how to talk about your emotions. you also doubted ellie would find you attractive- you out of all the people in this fucking college. "if i don't make the money by-" she pauses thinking about it "like within the next two weeks, im fucked"

"I'd ask somebody i trust a lot and ask them nicely" you say, finishing your joint. you always smoked so fucking fast, you sigh. "Ellie look... you're smart girl im sure you could find someone" Ellie looks at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes the ones that make you want to faint everytime you see them.

"the only people i know well enough is cat, you or Dina but cat is my ex, dina has a boyfriend and i couldn't ask you to that for me" Ellie purposefully ignored the "smart" bit but you look at her in shock when she slightly suggests that you could possibly do it for her. maybe the weed was hitting you too hard-

"i mean...." you trial off and Ellie looks you in the eyes "well..." you didn't want to make Ellie uncomfortable or make it obvious that you liked her- though everyone knew you liked her, even her but she never teased you for it.

"i trust you Ellie and if you genuinely need help making money.... then I'll help you-" you look up at Ellie who looked shocked af, very shocked. she had never really thought of you as a sexual person at all. you were probably the most innocent out of all her friends (you were DEFINITELY the most innocent) whilst she was right you didn't lose your virginity until college, you weren't THAT innocent right?

She sighs looking down at the ground, shes definitely thinking about it. "i dont- i dont want you to do it just because i need money- but if your genuinely okay with it then we definitely could" Ellie smiles, moving to sit down next to you on the bed- she moves back and sits on your pillow, man spreading and tapping her thigh telling you to lay between her thighs. you were no stranger to cuddling Ellie, especially after a sesh.

she was massaging your scalp as you hum from the feeling, you look up at ellie who's definitely deep in thought "whatcha thinking about Ellie?" she moves her attention back onto you, now moving to massage your hips. "you're just so pretty" she mumbles, yep... she's definitely high.

it was 5.43PM on Friday night and you just finished your soccer game, your team had won.... but barely. you got home to your apartment, showered and got dressed. you smile as your phone dings while your brushing your hair and putting Billie Eilish perfume on.

Ellie: come over whenever. theres no rush xx

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly sucking on the metal ring in your lip. you and Ellie had agreed to stream at hers on Friday night. to say the very least, you were nervous. you hadnt had sex in at least 8 months but you trust ellie.

you put on your socks and your black slight platform converses, you sigh. grabbing your jumper, apartment keys and your water bottle, you look in the mirror to make sure you look okay (you were wearing a crop top and trackpants). grabbing everything you swiftly make it to ellies apartment (which was a 10 minute walk from yours) you knock on the door, "fuck!" you hear Ellie swear quietly followed by a big bang, you giggle. shes always the clumsy one. she opens the door with a smile.

"hey babe, come in" she opens the door further so you can come into her apartment, she looked good, she was just in a sports bra and you could see the calvin kelvin letters on her boxers under her track pants and her fucking abs. she has a small apartment but it was pretty. lots of guitars, books (lots of fucking books), even comics, space ships and dinosaur figures. she was such a kid at heart.

you both order some drinks to talk about everything and how it works.

"if you're not comfortable with something you tell me straight away, yeah? does that sound reasonable?" ellie looks at you with her piercing green eyes, you bite your bottom lip slightly "and we don't have to have sex or anything too hardcore because you've never streamed before and its easy to get overwhelmed"

you nod your head, "okay, and the safe word is 'bluetooth'?" to which ellie nods and smiles at you. you finish your drink, get up and go pee to find ellie man spreading on the bed like she always does.

god damn it- why does she have to be so fucking fine?

you smile at her and go in between her thighs and your head is resting on her chest, she's got her chin on top of your head. "just lemme know when you're ready and I'll get you ready" you nod and slowly move her hand up to cup your breasts, her hands were rough but yet so, so, gentle at the same time. she leans down to kiss your neck which forces a whine to leave your mouth-

Ellie's hands start to move down towards your thighs, you can feel Ellie's tongue on your neck as she kisses you. she lightly fiddles with the waistband of your track pants, you slightly buck your hips to Ellie's touch and she chuckles.

"is it okay, if i go on you?" ellie mumbles between kisses on your neck, "please els, yes" she swiftly moves on top of you, lips smashing onto yours. you open your mouth slightly and ellie takes advantage of this and sucks on your bottom lip, you whine loudly and ellie chuckles and smiles into the kiss and you do the same. she puts all of her body weight onto you and puts her thigh in between your legs "its okay, you can move" she reassures you, knowing that your desperate for some friction.

you slowly start to grind onto Ellies legs causing you to whimper. "such a good girl, fuck" ellie groans softly as she starts removing your t shirt, you sit up slightly to get it off and she tries to undo your bra "here" you giggle, unclipping your bra for her. shes practically drooling at the sight of your tits. you keep grinding up slowly into her leg and she leans down to suck on your nipple, you softly grab onto her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucks on your tit....

you become more desperate for more friction and start to speed up.

"els, pleaseeeee" you whine. "what do you need babe? use your words" she moves up to your neck and sucks on your neck, there's definitely going to be a massive purple bruise there in the morning that you'll have to hide from everyone.

"mm'need more, els please" she stops and looks at your eyes. "im ready now" she smiles and gets up to set the camera up, shes still in her bra and pants. it takes her a few minutes, she gets two water bottles and goes between your thighs again-

"they won't be able to see me or your face, dont worry" you smile down at her "wasn't worried baby" you whisper, she tugs at pants and you nod, she swiftly takes off both your pants and your thin pink panties- you tug at her bra and she strips immediately.

how the fuck did this week turn out like this? you were now fucking your literal crush, YOUR BEST FRIEND.

she kisses down your torso and your legs wrapped around her back and shoulders- your breath hitches as you feel her breath over your clit, looking up at you with doe eyes waiting for you okay. "is ok, i trust you els. do whatever you want to me" that was all ellie needed to hear, she immediately latches onto your clit which produces a really fucking loud whimper, even you had never heard yourself like that. you cover your mouth in embarrassment to which ellie pulls your hand away from your mouth

"nuh-uh, i wanna hear you fucking moan" she groans sending vibrations to your clit which makes you moan louder. your back is arching off her bed and your right hand is in ellies hair slightly tugging at it.... Ellie was desperate for relief between her own thighs so she moves her own hand down to her cunt, moaning as she speeds up.

"fuck els- f-fuck- don't stop, fuck me" you whine "ellie please fuck- im so close, so so fucking close" your moaning gets louder and so does your breathing. "i know baby, i know cmon"

"c'mon baby mhpm, come on my face-" she speeds up the movement with her tongue, now shes got both hands on your thighs to stop you from shutting them on her head. this sends you into overdrive, your eyes roll back so much they might get fucking stuck, your legs twitching hard, you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck!! fuck! im coming" your pussy clamps down onto nothing, your legs start to shake and the loudest moan your sure the entire college heard you. "thats a good fucking girl" ellie praises keeping the same pace to help you ride out your orgasm, "els too much! too much!!" she pulls her head away and chuckled, hair stuck to your forehead, completely fucked out of your mind, your attempts to get your breath back was not working as well as you had planned- she turns off the stream, sits down on the bed. water in hand touching your shoulder and rubbing slightly to bring you back down.

"babe- the stream ended. you did so fucking good baby" you look up at her, smile and she hands you the water to which you chug immediately. "c'mon i gotta change the bed sheets" you look down to see a massive sweat mark on her bed "m'sorry els"

"no no, babe. it's fine. go shower and I'll hop in once I've made the bed"

getting into bed with Ellie was such a relief for you, she was being the big spoon and her face was crooked into the back of your neck. you could feel her steady hot breaths on your neck.

"i love you els" she squeezes your hand a bit. "love you too baby"

#the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie imagine #ellie williams #wlw post #wlw nsft #wlw #wlw love #lesbianism #lesbians #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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My Future in You | 2.0 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader au

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing, time jump of a month and a half / two months

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“Your sister is fucking insane.” Bradley grunts.

“Shut up and just lift your end,” Jake demands, straying under the weight of lifting his end of the couch. A soft sigh and the two of them lift again, hoisting more than their combined body weight’s worth of sectional sofa. “And she wasn’t crazy until you got her pregnant.”

“I can hear you!” You call back from the small kitchen. Sitting cross-legged on the black and white diamond shaped tile, surrounded by boxes and new plates and bubble wrap. Your system for unpacking is fool-proof and they’ll just get in the way if they try to help. That’s why you’ve had them rearrange the layout of the living room three times already.

There isn’t too much left in your life that you have control over these days. Graduating two years early, at the top of your class, and the only people there to be proud of you were your big brother and the guy who got you pregnant. Delaying your grad job, which you worked your ass off to get, until after you’ve given birth. Finding out you had been approved to switch to their Florida office in an email from your father’s secretary.

Moving to a place you’ve never been before, with a guy you didn’t even like up until recently. Carrying a child that’ll probably never have a name because you and Bradley barely agree on anything. Knowing that Jake, your only constant through this entire ordeal, is shipping off to basic training in a day and a half.

Everything’s hurtling forwards, you can practically hear the time rushing by like wind in your ears. Dragged along with it, no choice but to keep up, there’s a voice in your head that keeps telling you it’s okay to be scared. You just aren’t sure if it’s okay to be this scared.

He’s moving around more and more these days, growing stronger and bigger. His kicks are no longer butterflies in your tummy, but now pinpointed and real, which is terrifying in itself. More recently, you’ve been wondering if he can feel how afraid you are. You don’t want him to worry.

By hell or high water, you’re going to give this little boy all the love that you’ve got. Afraid or not, he needs you and you’ll keep going for him. Being good for him is just about all you can manage. That, and unpacking the way that you need to.

Setting the plates in a cabinet, stacking bowls, glasses in an overhead cupboard. Ignoring Jake and Bradley’s bickering to the best of your ability.

Florida’s even hotter than you were expecting. It’s the last day of May and the air conditioning isn’t getting fixed until tomorrow. Home is no longer an upstairs apartment or a cramped room on the first floor of a fraternity. It’s now an almost two bedroom downstairs unit on a quiet, residential street in west Pensacola.

Living room with fireplace, fully equipped kitchen with new stove and refrigerator. Dark brown, LVP floors and new paint throughout. You have your own Lanai and storage outside unit. Also includes washer and dryer. This northeast location is tucked away in a private dead end street but has easy access to the new University shopping area. It’s nice for a first place. The bedroom is a decent size, and the spare room will work as a nursery, even if its intended purpose was an office.

Your relationship with Bradley has turned into a type of Schrödinger problem. Neither together nor apart. Sharing a room, preparing to share a life, with little more in common than the future you roped him into. He seems excited now. He’s jealous that you can feel the baby and that he can’t. He’s looking forward to meeting his son.

But, as you turn your head and look through the archway, towards him wiping sweat from his brow in the living room, guilt surges through you. Wearing gym shorts and a backwards cap, those stupid roman numerals tattooed on his bicep as he sighs softly and leans his head back, he looks so young.

You’re younger, but this decision was yours. You wonder if he would choose this if he got to do it all over again. Certainly not. All those years of carefree fun, getting to be himself finally, figuring out who he is. Now, those years belong to your son. Swallowing softly, you turn your attention back to the only thing that you can control.

Arranging spices in the rack hung over the stove.

The afternoon hurtles by just as quickly as all of the other days have recently. The routine is the same. Jake takes the couch, glad that Bradley sprung for the corner sectional that’s just about as good as sleeping on the mattress. After a day of not really talking, Bradley slips into bed beside you.

It’s never awkward, but it probably should be. Sharing all of this. A lease, a child, a future, with someone that isn’t even really yours.

“Man, I am fucking exhausted.” Bradley mumbles as his head hits the pillow, exhaling slowly into the comfort of this new space. Your first night in your new home with him. So, you connect with him in just about the only way you ever have.

Even with this protruding, exceedingly rounded stomach, somehow he still wants to fuck you at every opportunity he gets. Looking in the mirror these days is getting harder. It’s not that you have an issue with the way you look now, you think the bump is actually kind of cute. It’s just that you don’t look anything like you used to, and you’re starting to wonder if you’ll ever be that girl again.

Running your fingers through his curls, you lean over and kiss his temple softly. He hums at the feeling, reaching out and resting his hand on your hip. He turns his head and waits for you to kiss him without opening his eyes. You press your lips softly to his, his fingers curling softly to press into the fabric of your shorts. You ask gently, lips grazing his, “Too tired?”

His lips tilt up into a soft smile as he runs his fingers along the waistband of your bottoms, brown eyes flickering up to meet yours, “Never been too tired for sex.”

Turning the two of you over, he settles between your legs, working his talented mouth along all the exposed skin that he can reach.

Curling his fingers into your roots, he moans softly into the curve of your jaw, pressing delicate kisses along your throat. Part of these past few weeks has been learning your cues, your sweet spots and your sensitivities. He’s getting good at it. It’s right as you hum and lift your hips eagerly against his that there’s a sharp jolt, a soft, dull pain as the impact hits your mid-section.

Bradley sits back quickly on his knees.

You groan in complaint, rubbing over the sore spot at the top of your developing bump. It’s only once you lean your head back to sigh in complaint that you clock the look on his face. Eyes blown wide, lips parted, staring at you like you just grew a second head.

Over the past few weeks, the little guy has been getting more and more active. Wriggling around a lot, you’ve been feeling him almost constantly the past few days. It has been ridiculously frustrating, suffering in silence, Bradley constantly frowning and telling you that he can’t feel anything. The realization comes quickly.

“Was that him?” Bradley breathes out softly, brows scrunching together.

You push yourself up on your elbows, lips quirking softly. The pregnancy websites said that Bradley should have been able to feel the kicks about a week ago, you were getting worried. Bradley reaches out again and tenderly rests his hands against the bottom of your rounded stomach.

The two of you wait patiently for it to happen again, Bradley’s lips falling into a disappointed frown as your baby stops kicking. He sighs, moving to lie down beside you and smoothing his hand over the top of your stomach as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m jealous that you get to feel him all the time, moving around in there,” He mumbles, shaking his head softly. “It’s like you’ve met him already and I have to wait three more months.”

You scoff, settling down onto the sheets that you had picked out, staring at the white ceiling, “I don’t think you’d be as jealous if he was kicking your bladder like he kicks mine.”

“Probably no—“ As Bradley speaks, your lips part, jolted by another soft kick. He raises his eyebrows as you grab one of his hands and place it over your stomach. Nothing again. He furrows his brows slightly, glancing up at you expectantly.

“Say something.” You prod him.

“Um… like what? — I don’t know what to say to a —“ His sentence stops abruptly, jaw hanging open as he feels a small but unmistakable kick against his palm. “Holy shit, that’s what you’ve been feel— He did it again!”

You giggle, resting your hand on top of Bradley’s as he beams at you, “I think he likes your voice.”

His eyes widen slightly, making him look even younger than he is. It’s hard to tell whether it’s excitement or fear on his face to begin with. He leans down and presses lips to your stomach.

“I am so,” he stops, kissing your skin tenderly again, hands cradling your growing bump. “So excited to meet you, little man.”

Your heart feels like it just about splits into two and you aren’t even sure why. It’s supposed to be a happy moment. You should be happy about this. Bradley feels a slight hiccup and glances up. Your eyes are filled with tears, stinging and threatening to spill out onto your cheeks.

“Hey,” Bradley says softly as he shifts up the bed and wraps his arms around you. “Hey… it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

You swallow, trying to hold in a sob that consumes your chest and strangles your vocal chords. Sniffling, you rest your head against his shoulder. “Do you wish that we weren’t having him?”

His brows scrunch together as he tries to piece together what about that interaction could have possibly given you that impression.

“Of course not! — Where’s this coming from?” He frowns, resting his cheek against the top of your head as he smooths his fingers along your back. You’re in your third trimester now, and the pregnancy websites said that your hormones might be kind of out of whack. But you got through graduation without a hitch.

It’s as the thought crosses his mind that you break in his arms. Hunching forwards, sobbing into your hands, covering your mouth so that Jake won’t hear you crying from the living room.

“Hey… did — did I say something wrong?” Bradley asks gently, face creasing in concern. He kisses your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I—“

You sniffle and shake your head. “Don’t say sorry. Please.”

“…Okay,” He smooths his palm tenderly along your spine once again, now totally lost. “Babe, I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me here. What should I do?”

It’s not fair on him, any of this. You pull yourself together long enough to wipe your tear-stained cheeks and string together a sentence. “Just… if we could go back and do it all again, would you… do it like this?”

“I’d probably have suggested a plan B or something.”

You look up, eyes filled with tears, throat burning.

“I’m sorry, bad time for a joke,” He shakes his head quickly and kisses your forehead. “Look, we both know that this wasn’t planned. But it happened, it’s happening — and no, I don’t regret being here with you.”

You allow yourself to sink into his arms as he kisses the top of your head and squeezes you softly.

“Is everything okay with you?” His fingers graze along the nape of your neck and over your shoulder softly. “You’ve not really said a lot to me since graduation.”

He smooths his hand over your stomach, feeling another soft kick against his palm. It’s almost midnight now, he hopes that this kid isn’t going to be this much of a night owl once it’s born.

“Everything’s just moving really fast.” You say quietly as you settle back down onto your side. Bradley copies, laying on his side so that he’s facing you, his stomach pressed to yours. He nods slowly. “Jake’s leaving, and you’re starting work, and my parents still won’t talk to me. The baby doesn’t even have a name. I’m just scared.”

He leans forwards and kisses your mouth softly. “We’ll figure it out.”

A dry laugh escapes your lips, it’s a helpless thing, really. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and shake your head slowly, “How are you so chilled out about this?”

“I’m not,” He promises, voice quiet, something in the way that he looks at you so earnestly makes you soften. “I’m scared too. But we’ll figure it out.”

A silence lingers between the two of you. No more tears, no more lump in your throat, your heart rate slowing enough that you think you might actually manage to sleep tonight. Bradley leans forwards and kisses your cheek, then flicks off the bedside lamp.

You turn onto your other side and he presses himself into your back, wrapping an arm around you and resting it against your stomach. He’s been sleeping like this for the past week straight. It always settles his racing mind. Having both of you in his arms.

He’s warm. Lips press gently to your neck and he hums softly into the curve of your neck.

You exhale softly, shuffling back against his bare chest. This feels awfully grown up. Seven months pregnant, laying skin to skin, in your new shared home.

The next morning, it’s time to drive Jake to the airport. Basic training is three months long. The next time he sees you, you’ll be a mother.

“I love you,” He says softly, wrapping his arms around you. Your stomach bumps into his as you hug him. He’s still getting used to that. “I’m gonna be back before you know it.”

“I know, I know,” You breathe out, squeezing him tighter and then patting his back as you let go. “Just be safe. Don’t do anything stupid.”

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Jake chuckles, giving a quick shrug as he picks his bag up from the floor and slings it over his shoulder. His attention turns to Bradley. “Take care of my sister, Bradshaw.”

“Always.” Bradley answers. You turn your head and scrunch your brows slightly as you look up at him. He drapes an arm around your shoulder and offers Jake a sincere smile.

As Jake turns and heads towards his gate, the two of you are left together. Him still leaning into your side. Always. You stare at him. Flushed skin, wearing a faded grateful dead t-shirt and blue jeans, smiling at you.

Just you and him. Alone, in a new state. Him swearing always and you staying up at night and wondering if there’s even a tomorrow between the two of you.

Ten weeks left until your due date.

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #miles teller #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #my future in you

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Mr. Munson

Pairings: Older! Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader

Summary: You made a new friend at work, and she invites you over to spend the weekend with her. Her father takes a liking to you, and you find yourself giving him a helping hand late one night.

Warnings Eddie is in his 40s. The reader is in her 20s. Unprotected sex. Back riding (Is that a thing? idk I'm needy)

Not proof read ignore any mistakes

18+ minors do not enter.

Eddie and his daughter have always been close it was just the two of them since she was just a few days old. Her mother, who was also his fiancé decided to pack up in the middle of the night and leave them. There was no explanation why or how to fix things. He tried being the best dad he could for Chelsea. He worked hard, and sometimes he'd even have to bring her with him some days.

Eddie was determined to give his daughter a struggle free life. He was going to become successful no matter what he had to do to get there. Eventually, he did get there when he opened up a mechanic shop in town. Then, eventually, his own record store as well. He became an entrepreneur and made his own schedule.

His daughter never missed out on anything except having a mother in her life. That's one thing Eddie just couldn't succeed in. He tried dating around and having girlfriends. Only bringing them around his baby girl when he felt like it was getting serious. Just his luck, though they never stuck around too, long.

After a while, he gave up only doing casual dating and a hook ups here and there. Eddie being single meant him and his daughter grew a bond he wished others got to have. She was funny and sarcastic, just like him. They both had a twisted sense of humor, so some people got offended when they would hear them go back and forth.

Eddie wouldn't trade it for the world, though. This is why he also has trouble letting her go. He insisted she still live with him while going to college and working. Using the excuse that she should save up her money and move out when she's financially stable. When Chelsea finally got a new job in town and made a friend just a few years older, he didn't think anything of it until when he finally met you.

"Hey, dad, can my friend from work spend the night? " Chelsea asked as she was tossing her bag on the couch.

"You know you're an adult. You don't have to ask permission?" He said, not looking up as he was preparing them dinner. "Yeah, I know, but it's still polite to ask." He smirks when he hears her sarcastic tone while entering the kitchen.

"When is she coming over?"

"This weekend after she gets out of class."

Nodding his head and tossing the knife he used to chop onions in the sink. "That's fine, no boys, though." his daughter rolls her eyes at him. Even though she's an adult, now he's still weary of men in her life. He can be a tad bit over protective, but his heart is in the right place.

That weekend, after you got out of class, you practically ran to your friends car. You can't remember the last time you were this excited for a sleepover. You felt like a teenager all over again. Tossing your bags in the back seat, you jump in, squealing with excitement.

"I can't wait to just have a girls' weekend. I'm so sick of college, " you sigh, throwing your head back into the seat.

Chelsea just laughed at you turning the radio up a little bit. Sleeping with sirens plays softly through the speakers as you both ride through the neighborhood with the windows down. "Hey, my dad will probably be home, but don't worry, he's not like weird or anything. He's cool." Chelsea said over the music playing. Looking over at her, you nod your okay and go back to listening to the music.

Arriving to the Munson residents, you notice a few motorcycles parked in the driveway and a muscle car next to them. Honestly, from what Chelsea has said about her dad, you'd never guess he'd live out in this preppy suburban neighborhood.

They lived in one of those big mcmansions with fountain in the front yard. You felt a little out of place now being here. Chelsea always told you her dad made good money and made sure she had a better life than he did. He spoiled her rotten, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. You never grew up like she did. It was just you and your mom.

Your friend nudges you from your thoughts and pulls you through the front door. Kicking your shoes off to the side. Taking a look around your surroundings, you notice tons of pictures on the walls. Some of just Chelsea as a baby with a curly haired man. You assume that's her dad since he's in almost all of her baby pictures. There were some of him playing with a band on stage, too. He looked like such a fun and energetic guy. You can see why Chelsea loved him so much and always said what a great dad he was to her.

"Dad, are you home?" Chelsea yells in the foyer walking towards the kitchen.

"I'm in here sweet pea" He called back to her.

She motions for you to follow her, and your heart begins to race a little. "Dad this is my friend from work." She said introducing you.

He looks up from his magazine and stares for a moment too long. He licks his lips and extends his arm, going in for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart." He said, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Munson" you say clearing you throat.

You don't know what it was, but something about the way he's looking at you made you feel funny. Funny in a good way like butterflies in your stomach. After removing your hand from his and introducing yourself, his eyes never once left you. Chelsea finally spoke up, telling you two would be going to her room now. Giving an okay and eyes still lingering on you, taking in every curve on your body, waved you both a goodbye.

"Well, that was not as awkward as I thought it was gonna be" Chelsea said flopping back on her bed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't usually bring friends over often," Chelsea confessed to you.

Eddie had left his magazine behind and headed upstairs, wanting to ask you guys if takeout is alright for dinner. He was really just using it as an excuse to get another look at you, though. He stopped at the door and listened to your conversation. He felt bad for it he had never eavesdropped on his daughter before. He just wanted to hear if maybe you were talking about him.

"If I'm being honest, I think my dad likes you," he heard his daughters muffled voice through the door.

"What makes you think that?" You laugh awkwardly.

"Oh, please, I saw how he was looking at you.

Oh my god, I just had a thought. What if you became my stepmom?" Chelsea kept going on and on.

You look at her with a shocked expression, shaking your head at her being ridiculous.

"I'm like, almost your age chells." You told her trying to act like you didn't want that.

"No listen, that would be so cool you being my stop mom. I've never had one before, and you're my best friend it's a win-win situation." She said, her voice perking up more.

"Yeah, until I like have to bang him"

"Oh please, so what l mean yeah, it would be a little awko taco at first, but I'll get over it. Besides, he needs to get some," she said, laughing at her own joke.

"Chelsea, I really don't want to talk about me banging your dad with you," you told her, hoping to change the conversation.

Eddie slowly backs away from the door and sneaks back downstairs. He wasn't offended by what his daughter was saying. That was her sense of humor, and he loved it.

Later that night, you try to sneak downstairs for a glass of water. Going to open the cabinet, the kitchen light suddenly cuts on, causing you to jump. Turning around quickly to see who's behind you, you see him. He's standing with arms crossed over his bare tattooed chest. Leaning against the wall, he's giving you that look again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Munson if I woke you."

He doesn't say anything back he's just staring at you with a smirk slowly creeping up on his face.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I was already awake. I'm having some back pain." He finally spoke up.

He moves away from the wall and slowly makes his way to stand in front of you."Do I make you nervous?" He whispers in your ear. Moving to look back at your face, you don't say anything. You just nod your head, yes, which earns you a soft chuckle from the older man. He rubs his scruffy beard and backs away to sit at the counter.

"There is nothing to be nervous about."

You still don't move from the place you've been standing in. You finally speak up trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Why is your back hurting? Did you pull something?"

He looks up at you with a smile. He jesters for you to get closer to him. "Can you help me with something?"

"Sure." You say as he grabs your hand, gently leading you down a dark hallway. He opens his door and motions for you to enter first.

Noticing this is his bedroom, you turn quickly to face him. He told his hands up, showing you he means no harm. "I was just wondering if you could rub my back is all." He said, sitting at the edge of his king-sized bed.

"Um, okay, what do you want me to do?" You aks him nervously.

He gets up and gets some massage oil from his large black dresser. He tosses it to you and goes to lay on his stomach. You move slowly and sit on the side of his bed, almost hanging off. "It would be better if you kinda straddle my back," nodding okay. You move to straddle his back, cursing yourself for wearing a night gown.

"Squirt some oil all over my back and pay close attention to my shoulders, sweetheart"

You pour a little too much of the oil on his back and begin to knead his tense muscles. Eddie, let's out low groan and shifts slightly, making his back put some added pressure on your clothed cunt. You continue kneading his shoulders and in between his shoulder blades.

Eddie moans loud at your skilled fingers, easing his tense muscles. His back is so slippery from the oil that it's hard to steady yourself on him without sliding around. The more you move around on him, the more your aching cunt begs for more. The way he's moaning is going right to your core, and you're thankful he won't notice the wet patch on your panties.

He lifts his hips and flexes his muscles underneath you. You bite your lip to stifle a moan at the friction. "You okay back there?" his voice makes you jump. "Im okay," you say a little too quickly. He smiles to himself, knowing exactly what's going on back there. He speaks up again,

"Take your panties off" he says with his low husky voice.

"What? Um, I don't think -" You try to argue, but he cuts you off. "Take them off and take care of yourself while you take care of me,"

He commands while reaching back and patting your thigh. You do as you're told and remove them, lowering your core against him. "Put more oil down, sweetheart, so you can glide around." He bites his lip, and you begin to pour more oil down his back.

The feeling makes him groan louder, and he jerks his hips back against you, causing you to whimper. Your needy pussy is practically crying out for you to grind on him. Spreading your legs a little wider so you can be closer to him. You begin to slowly move your hips in a circular motion on his back. Grinding yourself on him giving your aching pussy exactly what it needs.

Your breathing is becoming shallow, and you start moving back and forth against him a little harder. He shifts ever so slightly while you grind yourself on him, causing more friction on your pussy. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud moan while you use his back to get you off.

You begin to rock and back forth faster the wet slick noise of your wet pussy and oil mixing together makes Eddie's cock painfully hard. He can feel your thighs flex and squeeze at his sides. He can tell you're getting close. "Come on baby, use me, go faster."

"That's a good girl." You move to lean back and rest your hands on his ass. Grinding down harder on him, you feel a tightness in your core beginning to build.

"Mmmm, I'm gonna getting close, Mr. Munson" You moan out, voice sounding so needy.

"That's okay baby come on me. let your pussy soak my back" You move to lean forward gripping his shoulders as you grind down on him. You can feel it building up more, and you're getting closer to your release. You begin to practically bounce on him until your legs start to shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You bend forward, pressing your fourhead to the back of his neck crying out for him. You try to continue grinding on him to help ride out your orgasm. "Fuuuuck, I'm coming." You say finally collapsing and rolling off him. Your clit is pulsing at the intensity of your orgasm.

Eddie turns over to check on you and taps your cheek lightly with the palm of his hand. "You with me, baby?" Your eyes slowly open, and you look him in the eyes. He smiles down at you and shifts up on his knees. He starts to take off his sweat pants, stopping for a moment. "Is this okay? "Do you want to continue?" He asks you with genuine concern.

"Please fuck me I need you." Biting your lower lip.

He grins wide and grips his thick cock in his hands. You move to sit up a bit and remove your night gown, licking your lips when you see drops of precum leaking from his angry pink tip. You lay back down, and Eddie moves to position himself between your legs. He rubs the head of his cock at your tight entrance and curses under his breath.

He slowly sinks himself inside you inch by inch slowly spreading you open around him. Both of you throw your heads back, letting out a soft groan. "Fuck" He whispers to himself. Moving, he leans over you, hooking your leg over his arm while the other is his around his waist. He starts pulling in and out of you painfully slow. You move your head to the side, and Eddie takes the opportunity to attack the soft flesh on your throat.

He starts thrusting into you faster, making your tits bounce in his face. He bends down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth sucking hard. He bites down a little, making you scream out. His cock is pumping into you so hard and you swear you've never felt this full before in your life. Looking you down you try to see him fucking into you.

"Does my girl wanna watch herself get fucked?" He said in your ear before nipping at it.

"Yes, please,"

He laughs, and let's go of your leg moving to kneel on the bed. He takes the back of your head and holds it steady so you can watch his cock spread your pussy open. "You like that, huh?" All you could do was moan in response. Eddie begins fucking you hard and you swear you can see his cock buldge in your stomach. That tight feeling in your core is returning, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Please make me come again. I'm so close. Please, Mr. Muson"

He moves his hand from your head to play with your clit. He rubs your sensitive bud in tight circles until you start squirming under him.

"You're so wet and so fucking tight" He said clenching his teeth.

He begins to rub your clit faster and your pussy clenches around him. Eddie throws his head back at the feeling of you around him. He doesn't stop playing with your bundle of nerves between your legs until it has you shaking beneath him. Your second orgasm washes over you so intensely that you claw at his back.

Eddie can feel himself getting closer, too, with every stroke of his cock. The bed squeaking, and the sound of your wet pussy being fucked is the only thing filling your ears. You can feel Eddie's cock twitch inside of you and with a few more powerful strokes he's spilling his cum all inside your velvety walls. He let's out a long, loud moan. you have never before heard a man be this vocal before.

He stills for a moment, catching his breath and slowly pulls out of your sore pussy making his cum leak out. He rolls over onto his back and lets out a breathy laugh rubbing his face. You look over at him, wondering what was so funny.

"Fuck I haven't came that hard in so long." He confessed breaking the silence.

"Me either." You agreed.

He moves and grabs your face, gently giving you a soft and gentle kiss to the lips.

"Does your back feel better, at least? " You asked him shyly.

"Oh sweetheart, my back feels like a million bucks, sweetheart."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #older!eddie #my writing

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Words of Advice - Part 2

Words of Advice – Part 2 (Finale)

Fic Summary: Months after being so spectacularly rejected by Lauren, Ralph finds his interests being drawn to the pretty new maid. Having no idea how to approach you, and not wanting to repeat mistakes of the past, he seeks advice from everyone and anyone who’ll provide it, which is probably not the wisest decision. (Part 1) Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Virgin Ralph/Female Reader

Warnings: Canon Divergent, It’s Not Unrequited Love They’re Just Idiots, Mutual Pining, Attempts at Flirting, First Time, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Unprotected Sex

A/N: Thank you, thank you so much for all your wonderful comments!! Every reblog and reply made me smile like crazy. I loved writing these two. I also appreciate all the kind words on my post about taking time off. I still am, I just wanted to post this while I was in a good mood. Enjoy!

Ralph plans well into the evening.

The next morning, he awakens refreshed and ready to meet the day’s tasks. He knows Victoria will be busying herself with the party arrangements and the quartet will be practicing, so he’s sure he can move around relatively ignored.

It’s a highly developed skill of his.

The one snag in his plan is dinner preparations. You, along with the rest of the staff, are no doubt going to be moving between the kitchen and ballroom today. And Friday, you’ll be in the kitchen all day.

Ralph doesn’t want to be underfoot nor does he want you to see what he’s cooking for your date. He decides he’s going to slip into the kitchen later that evening once you’ve retired to your quarters. That way he can prepare everything in advance so when Friday comes, it’ll only need to be cooked. The timing will be tricky but he’s confident that he can handle it. There should be plenty of time to make a quick appearance at the party to be polite before he must hurry off.

Today he plans to make his bedroom guest ready. He’s never had a guest in his room and while he chose the location for discretion’s sake, he wonders if it may be too forward. He did not consider the implications until he was fast asleep, at which point he bolted upright with a wave of horror.

Aside from dining and polite conversation, he does not anticipate things progressing any further. He worries he might have given you the wrong idea. Then again, you had readily accepted with zero hesitation. Which means, if you did think Ralph was insinuating anything, you did not seem to mind.

If he dwells too much on that fact, his palms start to get sweaty. He tells himself you were most likely too polite to question him at that moment.

Being alone in his room with a woman, a beautiful woman who he’s absolutely over the moon for, makes Ralph nervous. If things were to progress like that, he has no idea how he’ll react or what he’s supposed to do. Is he ready for such a step? He’s well aware it is expected that one must wait until marriage. However, he’s not naïve enough to think anyone follows such a social rule. He’s been to enough parties to know better.

Ralph himself has not had the opportunity, nor desire really. He assumed he would once the right woman came along.

His thoughts drift to you, how close you stood when you fixed his shirt, how your hands almost brushed his neck while fixing his collar. He still thinks of the first time he shook your hand and those damn gloves that prevented him from feeling your palm on his. Should you wish to…proceed further Friday evening, he is becoming less sure that he’ll decline.

Ralph’s thoughts are spiraling and all his self-doubt starts to bubble to the surface. He takes a few deep breaths to push it down.

After the trouble he went through simply talking to you, he decides to figure it out when the time comes. There’s no way he’s going to ask for more advice considering how it led him astray before. Besides, the chances of any kind of seduction happening are fairly slim.

Truth be told, if he hadn’t already given you the invitation he might have given into anxiety completely and scrapped the entire idea. Maybe even started over from scratch. But it’s too late for that. He’s made a plan and he’s going to stick with it.

Ralph’s room is fairly large, with a sitting area that’s reserved for quiet contemplation and tea. The table is much too small for the dinner he has planned. So, when everyone is busy, he careful takes it out of his room and swaps it for the larger one in the downstairs sitting room. It’s cumbersome and a struggle to do on his own. However, he manages well enough.

Once he has it situated by the balcony doors, he opens them to see how the table looks framed. It’s good but now the chairs don’t match at all and he can’t have that.

Little by little, Ralph sneaks around the manor, carefully replacing bits and pieces from his room. The chairs are changed and the vase in the hall looks smashing on his dresser and the tablecloth is not fancy enough for what he has planned, and…the list goes on and on. By the time he’s fully satisfied with the setup, hours have passed and his room is certainly more upscale than it has been.

Ralph checks the time, realizing he needs to hurry if he’s going to get to the florist before they close. He slips his jacket and hat on but when he opens the door to his room to leave, he jumps and shouts as his sister stands there, hands on her hips.

“Ralphie, what are you up to?” she asks, eyeing him with suspicion just as she had when he and you first met.

“What? Nothing!” he declares, blocking her view into his room. “I’ve decided to go out for a stroll. It’s a lovely day and I’ve been cooped up inside for most of it.”

“Not to mention sneaking around the house swapping out furniture. What in blazes are you doing?”

“Some redecorating.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

Victoria pokes him in the chest with her finger. “Ralph, you are hiding something. I can tell. I’m your twin. You know I can always tell when you’re lying.”

Ralph gasps with mock outrage. “Dear, sister. I would never—”

She pushes past him into the room, eyes widening at the massive changes. The moment she sees the setup, she spins around. Before he can react, she grabs his ear and twists it like she used to do when they were children. “Ralph, you tell me right now what you are planning!” she exclaims as he tries to swat her away.

“Alright, fine!” Ralph wrenches himself out of her grasp, adjusting his hat and rubbing his ear. “If you must know, I have a date on Friday.”

“A date?” she repeats, raising her eyebrow. “With whom?” Her eyes widen and she actually looks amused when she hits his arm. “Ralphie! Did you go behind my back and actually ask out our new maid? I’m surprised at you and a little impressed.”

Ralph blinks for a moment, stunned at what he’s hearing. “You’re not angry?”

Victoria waves a dismissive hand. “Of course I’m not. I have far too much on my plate to worry about you sneaking around with the help. Although…” She takes in the fancy set up and gives him a knowing smile. “I take it you have much more planned than laying down with her.”

Ralph sputters. “Victoria! I…it’s only a dinner date. There will be no laying down or…or anything of the sort.”

“Well, why not?! Lord knows you need it.”

“Sister, the things you say!”

“What? You know I’m right! Ralphie…” she takes his hands and forces him to look her in the eye. “I say this because you’re my brother and I love you. Please, please, do yourself a favor, and lay with that woman. It’ll do you a world of good.”

“I am…thoroughly confused. You said the other day there is to be no fraternizing with the staff.”

“It’s fine. That rule is mostly for Jason because he goes through them like underclothes. Besides, we have a full staff again so once you grow bored with her we can always hire another maid.”

Ralph does not appreciate his sister’s blasé statement or the assumption that this is a passing fling. While he admits his prior infatuation with Lauren doesn’t exactly disprove her thoughts, he finds it prudent to explain himself further.

“Victoria, this isn’t what you think,” he insists, following as she wanders the room and starts to touch and move things. He moves them back to where he wants them. “This isn’t some passing fancy. What I feel for her is unlike anything I have ever felt before. Sister—” He takes her shoulders and forces her to face him proper. “I plan to court her, officially.”

Victoria laughs. “Oh, Ralph, sometimes you have the most wicked sense of humor.” Ralph doesn’t laugh. His face remains earnest. “Wait…you’re serious? You actually plan on courting her?”

“Yes. I’ve already made my intentions known.”

“Oh.” Victoria sinks onto one of the chairs, ruffling the tablecloth as she does. Ralph fidgets before hurriedly fixing it back into place. “Well, then. This is certainly an interesting situation. You do realize that father might have something to say considering her social status.”

Ralph shrugs. “That doesn’t matter to me. It’s the ‘20s! I like to think we’re moving beyond social status. And if it matters to father, well, that’ll be his problem.”

Victoria’s eyebrows shoot up at his remark. “I’ve never heard you speak up against father in our entire life.”

“I think we both know he’s more interested in who you marry rather than who I marry. Besides, I was given some advice recently that I should slow things down and I am trying to do just that. Yes, it is a dinner date and yes, I will be formally courting her. But that is all I am focusing on at the moment.” He checks his pocket watch and swears. “Blast. Sister, I really must cut this short. I have flowers to pick up.”

Victoria raises her hands and gets to her feet. “Don’t let me stop you.” Together, they leave Ralph’s room but before they part in the hall, she touches his hand. “Ralphie…I’m proud of you.”

Ralph doesn’t think he’s ever heard his sister say she was proud of him before. She doesn’t wait for a response, only plasters on that enormous smile and goes back to her business. He wants to dwell and question, but really must get the flowers.

He manages to get to the florist in the nick of time. After another quick stop, he has everything he needs for a proper date. Arms full of roses, Ralph happily makes his way home. However, once he does, he finds it difficult to open the front door while balancing the flowers. He ends up having to ring the bell with his elbow. A second later the door opens and when Ralph sees it’s you he gasps.

“Close your eyes!” he exclaims.

You jump and immediately do as you’re told. “Why? What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing, I just don’t want you to see the flowers yet. They aren’t ready.”

Smiling, and still covering your eyes, you carefully back away, giving Ralph space to come into the house. There’s a lot of fumbling and apologies. He scoots around you, narrowly avoiding hitting you with the bouquets.

While he does, Ralph keeps his focus on you to make sure you’re not peeking. “I’m going to run upstairs. Don’t look until I tell you it’s clear.”

“Alright, Ralph, I won’t.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise!”

Ralph stumbles a bit on the stairs but manages to climb them quickly. He keeps glancing over his shoulder but true to your words, you keep your eyes closed. Once Ralph gets to the top, he shouts down, “All clear!” Then bolts to his room.

He hurriedly puts the flowers down on the dresser. Glancing in the mirror, he adjusts his clothes to make sure he’s presentable. Seeing you has him desperate for conversation and he wants to catch you before you return to your duties. He’ll organize the flowers later.

In the sitting room, you’re starting a fire in the fireplace to ward off the chill of the evening. Ralph stands silently in the doorway, watching, entranced by the glow that graces your features. Victoria may be wondering about different social statuses, yet that’s the furthest thing from his mind. When he sees you, he doesn’t think of anything else, only how he might get you to smile at him again.

“I haven’t seen much of you today,” you say without needing to look. It’s like you’re aware of his presence, even though he hasn’t made a sound.

“I’ve been very busy.” When you stand, he excitedly rushes to your side. “I have so much planned for tomorrow. I cannot wait!”

You turn to face him, giving him a wide smile. “I also can’t wait. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about it all day!”

Ralph rarely has someone other than his sister sharing in his excitement, so to have this response from you has him vibrating. “Part of me wants to tell you everything and another part wants it to be a complete surprise,” he says. He grabs your hands, squeezing them tight. “Do you want me to tell you? Because I will if you really want to know!”

“Oh no. Um…oh dear, the temptation is strong, but, no, don’t tell me!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I like surprises.” You glance down and it’s then that Ralph realizes what he’s done.

He’s touching your hands and this time you’re not wearing gloves. It’s like a wave of liquid magma rushes through his body, turning his cheeks bright red.

“Forgive me, I forget myself sometimes,” he says, reluctantly releasing you. He can still feel your warmth and his fingers flex involuntarily.

“I’m not complaining.”

There’s a lump in Ralph’s throat and he has to swallow past it before he can speak again. “While I have you alone, there’s something I wish to say. I did not realize what inviting you to my room for dinner might insinuate. Please know, I have no inappropriate thoughts or ulterior motives.”

You study him for a moment, still smiling, though there’s something else in your gaze that he can’t place. Your pupils have gone wide and he sees your lips part as you exhale slowly. You reach out to adjust his bowtie, though he had already fixed it before coming down to see you. It’s the blue one. He’s been wearing it since you told him you favored it.

“I understand,” you say, a lilt to your voice that does things to him. “But what if I do?”

Ralph’s mind goes blank. Unable to think or respond, he stands there with wide eyes, staring at you, unblinking. He couldn’t possibly have heard what he thought he heard.

“Beg your pardon?” he asks, his voice squeaking.

Before you can respond, Ralph hears the voices of the quartet coming this way. You hear them too. You give Ralph a smoldering look and brush past him to continue your duties. As you do, your fingers tweak the buttons of his coat, as you lean in to speak into his ear.

“I am most curious as to what you have planned for after dinner. And if you haven’t, I’m sure I can think of something to do.”

With that, you walk out of the room, leaving Ralph standing there speechless. Glancing down, he realizes your words and flirting has had a rather inconvenient side effect. He quickly swipes his hat off and covers himself a second before the quartet come in.

“Hey, Ralph,” Horace says, being the only one to acknowledge him, per usual. “We’re about to have a drink and a game. Join us.”

“Thank you, but I must…be somewhere else.” He can barely get the words out before he shuffles out of the room.

But by now, you’re nowhere to be seen, which means he can’t ask if you were teasing or not. Ralph hurries up to his room instead. Once inside, he takes a few deep breaths and throws open the balcony doors. The cool night air feels wonderful on his overheated skin, yet isn’t enough to chase away the heat. He fans himself.

“Alright, it’s going to be alright. There is a distinct possibility something sexual might happen. But just focus on the dinner. That’s the most important bit. Do not think of her wonderful hands and how good they felt…oh lord, give me strength.”

Ralph is thoroughly aroused and is trying everything to ignore it. He refuses to service himself to thoughts of you. If he does, he’ll never be able to look you in the eye ever again.

He turns back to the bedroom and that’s when he remembers the haphazard way he put the flowers down. Perfect. A task to take his mind off things.

Ralph goes about setting the flowers in the correct locations throughout the room, shifting and adjusting things as he does. Yet, despite the distraction, his arousal persists. Even when he tries to think of disgusting or deplorable things, nothing.

His bedroom is as ready as it’ll ever be and as the hour turns late, he decides to go to sleep early. Tomorrow is a big day and hopefully resting will make his erection finally fade.

Ralph changes into his nightclothes, purposefully avoiding his situation, which is difficult to do when the lack of trousers provides momentary relief. He closes the balcony doors, turns off the lights, and climbs into bed.

Now. Sleep, he orders himself. Stop dwelling.

Easier said than done. Ralph soon realizes his mistake. Being in bed, in the dark, only makes him think of you more. The firelight danced in your eyes when you leaned in, and the memory of your breath on his ear makes him shiver.

No matter how long he tosses and turns, his erection doesn’t fade and he only hopes it's this persistent when you two become…intimate.

Sighing in defeat, Ralph rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. His body certainly seems ready. And you made it abundantly clear you’re physically interested. Perhaps that’s why it’s difficult to ignore. Because now there is an actual person to think about, a woman who is attracted to him and is not afraid to say.

Does that mean you have experience? Are you expecting him to have some as well? He finds he does not mind the thought of you having known a man that way before. At least one of you knows what to do.

Of course, this brings a series of new anxieties. What if things do progress and he disappoints you? What if he can’t keep up? What if…?

That line of thought finally kills his arousal. Ralph’s read books and heard his fair share of stories to know the basics. However, there is a difference between theory and practice.

He falls into a restless sleep.

In the morning, he awakens to the smell of roses. His dreams had been filled with naughty images of you, conjured from the depths of his imagination. An imagination he thinks he may be putting to the test very soon. Glancing at the time, he’s bright and early. It suddenly dawns on him that in his distracted state the previous evening, he didn’t prep dinner!

Ralph bolts out of bed and practically throws himself into his closet, dressing in the first suit he can find. He is not going to let anything ruin his date. Yes, he is now going to be behind schedule but if he’s quick, he should be able to make up the time.

In the kitchen, Ralph finds he’s earlier than those who need to prepare breakfast. This is actually something he’s done a number of times. Some mornings, before everyone is awake, he’ll sneak to the kitchens and make bread or pie. Kneading dough always has a calming effect and helps him focus. Today is no different.

The recipes he plans to make are fairly simple but delicious. A small roast which he had chef gather from the market is seasoned and set aside for later. Then he gets to work on bread rolls. Those combined with the roast and fresh vegetables would be a perfectly wonderful dinner. He’d planned to make pastries but time is not on his side. So he settles for delicate finger cakes.

He works, quietly humming to himself as he does. The nerves and anxiety from the night before are a distant memory and when he’s finished prepping, and baking his cakes, he stashes the food away for later. He’s finishing up cleaning when the servants enter to begin their work.

You are not among them, surprisingly. Ralph doesn’t think much of it, though he is disappointed he doesn’t have a chance to see you.

The day goes on and despite the hiccup, Ralph is back on schedule. His suit is pressed and already laid out on his bed and his shoes have been polished. After finishing a few of the smaller details, he knows he must turn his attention to his sister’s party. Technically, he is also meant to host so he must not shirk his responsibilities. He takes his time bathing and shaving, then longer trying to style his hair just right.

When he’s ready, he seeks out Victoria to see what last minute preparations she may need his help with.

He cannot find her anywhere.

In the ballroom, the quartet are already on stage, having been practicing since the morning. He glances around, however, sees no sign of his sister. Or you, for that matter.

“Hey, Ralph! Looking sharp!” Horace says with a knowing smile.

“Thank you. Have any of you seen my sister?”

“Yeah, she went out shopping this morning,” Jason says. “Hasn’t come back yet.”

Ralph frowns. “That’s unlike her to leave the house when party preparations are still underway. What could she possibly be shopping for?”

Jason shrugs. “Dunno, bruv. Must have been planning to get a lot cuz she took that maid with her.”

“What maid?” Ralph asks, stepping into Jason’s space.

“Whoa, back up, man. The new one.”

His sister took you with her? Why would she do that?

As if on cue, Victoria glides into the room and greets them all with her brilliant smile. “Hello, my lovely friends. Who’s ready to get properly fucked up tonight?!”

The quartet cheers, but Ralph does not. He hurries over to his sister, grabbing her arm to pull her to the side.

“Ralph, be careful!”

“Victoria, what did you do? Jason said you took my date out shopping. Why—?”

Victoria jams her finger against his lips. “Hush, Ralphie! You needn’t worry. I didn’t do anything to your precious date. I simply knew what clothing she brought with her was not sufficient enough for a private dinner for two so I made sure she had something appropriate to wear tonight.”

“If this was some sneaky attempt to scare her off—”

“It wasn’t! I swear, I only took her shopping for a new dress. I would not sabotage the first chance you’ve ever had at a proper shag.”

Despite her crudeness, Ralph’s expression softens and he places a hand over his heart. “Aww, Victoria! You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did!” she huffs, adjusting his jacket. “You are my baby brother and this is your first date. It should be perfect. Speaking of, the chef agreed to hang back and cook what you’ve prepared so you don’t need to rush. Just relax and enjoy the evening, wherever it may lead.”

If Ralph isn’t careful, he’s going to become emotional. Oh, who is he kidding? He already is. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Do not tell anyone how generous I am. I’ll have to beat them off with a stick.”

With everything set and ready to go, there isn’t anything for him to do other than wait. Impatiently.

Time progresses. Afternoon turns to evening, and Victoria’s party gets underway. Ralph stays and mingles but his eyes are on his pocket watch, closely monitoring the time. At exactly eight forty-five, he downs his one glass of champagne he’s been nursing and ducks out of the ballroom.

Chef is loading the steaming meal onto a serving cart, quick to cover the plates to prevent them from cooling too quickly. The cakes Ralph made have been properly decorated with delicate frosting. Ralph takes the cart with a thank you and pushes it himself to the service elevator.

Once in his room, he sets the table, adjusts the lighting, and tries to still his racing heart. It’s here. After nearly two days of planning, Ralph is as ready as he’ll ever be.

At nine o’clock precisely, there is a knock on the door. He finishes lighting the candles in the center of the table and prepared himself to greet you.

Ralph inhales sharply. “This is what you’ve been waiting for. Woo her as if she’s never been wooed before! But also try to relax and not throw yourself instantly at her feet.”

Clearing his throat, he walks to the door and opens it.

You’re standing there, smiling shyly, and looking absolutely stunning. The dress Victoria picked out knocks the breath from Ralph’s lungs. The color and style do everything to highlight your features, skin tone, and body shape. And the plunging neckline has Ralph’s eyes wandering until he catches himself.

“Good evening,” he says with a wide smile. “You’re right on time.”

“I had to stop myself from being early.”

Ralph steps aside and extends his hand. “Please, come in.”

Just like the day you met, you slip past Ralph and he inhales the perfume that wafts by as you do. After closing the door, he offers you his arm, which you take with a laugh. Even though the table is only steps away, Ralph will not forget his manners.

He holds your chair out and once you sit, he hurriedly takes the seat across from you.

“Ralph, this is all so beautiful,” you say, looking around the room.

Of course, you notice the changes. They’re hard to miss. Proud of his work, he smiles brightly. “Thank you. But all this pales in comparison to you. You look absolutely stunning.”

You duck your head, looking down at your new dress. “Thank you. I was trying to decide what to wear when Miss Victoria burst into my room and dragged me to the stores.”

“Well, I think you look beautiful in everything,” Ralph says earnestly. “Was my sister too forward? She can be that way sometimes.”

You laugh. “Oh, I picked up on that quickly. It was actually a very sweet gesture. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what she would think of us.”

Us.

Ralph has to stop himself from melting in his seat. Hearing you refer to the two of you as “us” sets his heart aflame. “I hope you are aware that the discretion that was required for today has to do with protecting your honor and job more than anything else. Victoria implemented a no fraternizing with the help rule.”

Your smile widens and you raise your eyebrow. Leaning on the table, you prop your chin in your hand. “Are you breaking the rules for me, Ralph?”

Oh, lord, is he in trouble if you keep looking at him like that.

“Well, I was but then Victoria found out anyway,” he says, trying not to let on how flustered he is. “And by then, I had already given you the invitation and made all the arrangements so I wasn’t going to throw away my hard work.”

Laughing, you sit back in your chair. “I’m glad you didn’t. This is honestly the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. And you look so dashing in that suit. You wear it well.”

Is he imagining it, or is there hunger in your eyes? Probably imagining it. Or you’re famished.

Suddenly remembering the meal, Ralph quickly takes the covers off your plates and gestures with a flourish. “Dinner is served.”

“This looks delicious.”

“Now, I must confess, Chef cooked the food but I prepared it,” he says, laying his napkin across his lap. “My intention was to cook the entire meal. I hope you do not think less of me.”

“I could never think less of you.”

Ralph’s face flushes at the compliment and he can’t help feeling pleased with himself. “The rolls are my personal recipe,” he boasts, not picking up his fork. He’s too busy watching you and waiting for you to take the first bite. “Normally, I would make pastries but unfortunately time was not on my side.”

“Maybe you can teach me how to make pastries for breakfast some morning.”

Ralph’s smile is so wide it’s hurting his cheeks. “It would be my pleasure.”

Your eyes light up when the fork slides into your mouth. Ralph tries to ignore the visual of your lips pressed together as you make a noise of delight. “Delicious.”

“Oh, good!” Ralph explains breathlessly, the tension leaving his shoulders.

As you two eat, music from the party drifts up through the balcony. The conversation and wine flows and Ralph wonders why he was so nervous in the first place. Your easy smile and interest in what he’s saying is evident by your earnest expression.

He is so used to people ignoring his ramblings or interrupting that he doesn’t know what to do when you don’t do these things. So he keeps talking, figuring you’ll stop him when you’ve had enough. He does make sure to ask you about yourself to avoid taking over the conversation.

Ralph finds he loves watching you speak just as you seem to enjoy when he does. He watches with rapt attention, unable to look away for even a second.

Dinner is finished and when the music suddenly changes to a slower tune, Ralph takes that as a sign. Standing, he offers his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

You accept with that smile he knows he’ll never get tired of.

Ralph pulls you in, though keeps a respectable distance between you. Your hand in his is warm and he revels in the softness. Being so close is intoxicating. He wants to pull you to his chest but lacks the bravery to do so. The two of you sway to the low music, the atmosphere charged with intimacy.

Unfortunately, he’s finding it difficult to relax all the way. His body tenses when the urge to hold you close grows stronger.

“Are you alright?” you ask, the hand on his shoulder rubbing comfortingly. “You’ve gone a bit stiff…and not in the fun way.”

Your sudden salacious joke takes him by surprise and he lets out something that’s between a nervous laugh and hysterical giggle. You laugh as well, and that tension dissipates.

“I am…conflicted,” he admits.

“About what, darling?”

Uh oh. You’ve called him a term of endearment. Chills go through him and he starts to feel hot under the collar.

“I want to hold you close,” he confesses. “However, I don’t want to seem inappropriate.”

The second he says this, you draw yourself closer to him, your chest pressed to his. “Is this better?” you ask, your voice dipping low.

Ralph can feel your warm breath brush his lips and he swallows thickly. “Y-Yes,” he says with an excited head nod. “Much better.”

The hand he has on your waist slides to rest on your lower back. Ralph’s forehead touches yours and he watches your eyes flutter closed. He follows your lead.

Ralph and you slow dance, lost in your own world. He thinks of nothing else but you. Your hand in his, your bodies touching, mouths so close yet not quite kissing. He wants to close the distance. He wants to kiss you for the first time.

He'd been so sure his nerves would get the best of him, sure he would keep his distance so as not to scare you off as he’s done in the past. Yet, none of that seems to be a problem. He’s gone out of his way to be himself and it’s led to this spectacular moment.

His eyes fly open as your lips touch his.

Ralph halts all movement, standing still from shock as you kiss him. Your arms sliding around his neck jolt him into reacting and his arms tentatively circle your waist. Lips trembling, Ralph kisses you back, closing his eyes once more and surrendering to the sensation.

Heat travels through every nerve in his body. The urge to kiss you harder, to hold you tighter, is strong but he tries to restrain himself, needing to take the time to savor everything about this. His mouth moves with yours and when your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, his knees practically become jelly.

Your lips part but you keep holding him close. “Was that alright?” you ask.

Ralph nods excitedly. “Yes, that was brilliant.”

“I really like you, Ralph,” you tell him. “And to tell you the truth, I was excited to get your invitation, but also very nervous.”

Ralph can’t imagine you being as nervous as he is. “Why?”

“Well…I’m a maid.”

Ralph doesn’t like the way you avert your gaze when you say that, as if you’re ashamed. He never wants you to feel ashamed of anything. But quickly you smile and meet his eye again.

“But I figured if that bothered you, you wouldn’t have asked. Also, your sister taking the time to take me shopping and get to know me put all that to rest.”

“I don’t care about social status,” Ralph says, tightening his arms to instinctively, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “I only care about you.”

You lean in for another kiss and in his excitement, Ralph kisses back a little too forcefully, making you bend backward. You chuckle at his enthusiasm, which turns into a gasp when Ralph pushes his tongue passed your lips. He’s not expecting to do such a thing but cannot hold back any longer.

At the first brush of your tongue to his, his world explodes. It’s like something inside of him snaps and his kisses become urgent. Suddenly, the hardness of your body to his isn’t enough. He wants to feel your skin, wants to taste your smooth throat, wants to feel your hands on him.

Breaking away to catch his breath, Ralph pants as he stares into your eyes. He says your name, surprised at how low his voice comes out.

“I’ve never…” He pauses. “This is all new for me.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want,” you say. “If you want to just kiss, that’s perfectly wonderful for me. If you want to do more—”

“I want to do more.”

You don’t hesitate to kiss him hungrily. Your hands push his jacket off his shoulders and he hurriedly shrugs out of it. As you pull him towards the bed, he steps out of his shoes, tripping over them in the process. Sitting on the bed, you drag him down to sit with you.

Ralph’s mouth is glued to yours, not wanting to part for even a moment. He feels your fingers work his bowtie free. A second later, the top buttons of his shirt are undone and your hand slides under the fabric. Feeling your fingertips along his collarbone does things to Ralph. He draws away because he has to look down, has to watch you touch him so he knows it’s real.

“I don’t know what to do,” Ralph says, eyes flickering up to yours. “But I want to experience all I can with you.”

“I want to experience you as well, Ralph.”

He cups your face and yanks you into a kiss. You grab his collar, pulling him down on top of you as you lay back. Having your body squirming underneath him awakens some slumbering beast inside. Ralph needs to touch all of you, needs to know what it feels like to have your skin gliding with his.

You undo the buttons of his waistcoat and then the rest of his shirt. He sits up to toss both aside. He had forgone an undershirt, thinking of your moment the other morning, so the moment the fabric is gone, your hands run up his bare chest and Ralph shudders. His face and chest are already flush red and his cock is hard as a rock, straining in his trousers.

There’s no hiding the erection. He’s lying on top of you, knowing you can feel everything. And when you raise your leg to brush the bulge, Ralph whimpers.

He kisses you, his hand tugging at your dress, pulling the hem up so he can slide his hand underneath. His palm finds your thigh and he squeezes in excitement. You move beneath him and he follows through, still kissing as both of you sit up so he can reach around to unzip you from your cloth prison.

The dress goes slack and the top naturally slips off your shoulders, leaving your breasts bare. Gasping for breath, Ralph breaks the kiss to stare shamelessly. His already racing heart feels like it’s hitting his ribcage. Your chest moves with your rapid breathing, nipples pebbled by the coolness of the room.

Cupping them, Ralph gives them a gentle squeeze which makes you inhale sharply.

You lay back and Ralph’s hands glide down your torso, leaving goose pimples in their wake. He takes the sides of your dress, dragging it the rest of the way off your body before he removes your shoes one at a time. You’re left in your underwear with no stockings which seems to scandalous to Ralph. He loves it. Soon even your underwear is discarded.

You sit up to reach for his pants. He kneels on the bed, looking down as you work the buttons free.

In his rush to underdress, he isn’t as graceful as he’d have liked. His leg gets caught in his trousers and underwear and he ends up swearing as he wriggles them down and off. You laugh, assisting where you can. When he manages to free himself, he doesn’t have time to be self-conscious. Besides, you’re already kissing him again, pulling him back down to lay on you.

Nothing could have prepared Ralph for feeling your naked body underneath his. The soft warmth draws him in, makes him excitedly grind himself between your legs.

“Give me your hand,” you say between kisses.

Ralph does and you lead it down, slipping between your bodies. When his fingers come in contact with your folds, he about jumps out of his skin. He has to watch your face, has to study your expression as you teach him how to touch you. He marvels at the petal-like softness, reveling when he feels wetness starting to spread.

“Is that—?”

“Arousal,” you gasp, letting him go. His hand continues, fingers eager in their exploration.

Ralph cannot believe he’s making you feel this way. As you throw your head back, his mouth latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking a wet trail up and down. His fingertips glide through your slit and up until he finds a soft nub. Curiously, he presses it and the reaction is immediate.

You moan loudly and one hand shoots up to grab the pillow under your head. Your body arches into his, so he presses again, moving his fingers in small circles.

Whatever he’s doing seems to be working because your moans are getting louder. His fingers are coated in your slick and his cock is throbbing, seemingly eager to feel the wetness as well. He’s too busy exploring, though. He wants to know what happens if he keeps touching you like this.

Your body freezes in place, your mouth falling open in an O of surprise. Seconds pass before you sink back into the mattress and Ralph draws his hand out.

“I take it that was good,” he says.

You give a breathless chuckle, giving him several drawn out pecks on the lips. “That was very good, Ralph. Not many men even bother to attempt getting a woman off.”

Ralph is right proud of himself. He can’t understand why someone would ignore making a woman react like that. It was absolutely erotic and empowering.

When he feels your hand worming between you, he all but mewls at your palm running along his neglected length. You wrap your fingers around him and start to stroke his throbbing length. He’s never thought about what it would be like to have someone else touching him. He always assumed it would be the same as him doing it himself but how wrong he was.

This is different in the best way. You’re touching him with the intent of making him feel good. You’re trying to focus on his needs and pleasure. He’s too overwhelmed to tell you how much he appreciates it. Instead, moans tumble out, which he imagines gives you the same impression as words would.

You maintaining eye contact with him makes it impossible to catch his breath. He feels like you’re studying him, like you’re trying to commit every expression to memory. He knows he’s trying to do the same to you. His mind reels with the different sexual acts he wants to do with you.

There’s just a small snag in his plan.

“If you keep doing that, this will be over embarrassingly quick,” he pants even as he thrusts into your fist.

You giggle, top teeth digging into your bottom lip. “But I love the face you make when I touch you.”

Ralph whimpers, burying said face into your neck. He says your name, half-begging, half-moaning. You stop stroking but before he can whimper at the loss, you run the tip of him through your folds. Ralph instinctively thrusts forward. He doesn’t realize he's sinking into you until he feels both your hands grabbing his hips. With a gentle tug, you encourage him forward and Ralph thrusts into you in one smooth movement.

Bloody hell.

Bloody fucking hell.

Ralph’s chests hurts and his head spins. Your hand strokes his hair. “Breathe, Ralph,” you say gently.

Ralph exhales, realizing that he is holding his breath. Drawing out, he pauses before surging back in and destroying any semblance of self-control he might have had. He grinds himself into the wet heat that is uniquely yours. Nothing, nothing could have prepared him for the addictive tightness. No book properly describes the clenching and fluttering of your walls around him.

Your mouth finds his and as you wrap your legs around his waist, you moan his name. Hearing it drives him mad, makes him thrust and grind harder, kiss you more.

Ralph feels alive.

He’s always loved and lived freely. But never like this. Deep down, he knows he wouldn’t have felt this way with anyone else. It’s not just the act of sex, it’s the act of making love to you that is driving him completely insane.

His hips move on their own, his body shaking from need and exertion.

Ralph has to look at your face. He has to see the pleasure to know it’s real. Eyes closed, you are completely lost in the sensation and he absolutely adores the unabashed way you surrender yourself to him.

He’s close. It’s not ideal that he cannot last longer this first time. He wishes he could. He wishes he could stay inside you forever.

At the last moment, he draws out. Pulling back, he reaches down to finish himself off with his hand, unable to look away as his release decorates your beautiful folds. It’s like a primal stake of claim. Like he’s marking you as his, which he scolds himself for. You could never belong to anyone, let alone him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminds him of that special nub. He presses his thumb to it, quickly glancing up at you as you shout his name. After several hard rubs, you’re coming undone again, louder than before.

Spent and satisfied, Ralph collapses on the bed next to you, struggling to catch his breath. He stares at you with wide eyes, loving the beautiful serene smile that you send his way when you come back to yourself.

“Alright there, darling?” you ask.

Ralph has so many things he wishes to say. They all tumble around in his mind, scrambling to be the first thing out of his mouth. However, what does come out is, “Can we do that again?”

You give a breathless laugh, reaching over to cup his cheek and press his head to yours. “You’re so adorable. Yes, Ralph, we can definitely do that again.”

Excitedly, Ralph rolls over and kisses you. You make a noise of surprise and he slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting greedily. Now that he’s got the hang of it, he’s able to act quicker.

“Didn’t…know you meant…now,” you say between kisses.

Ralph quickly pulls back. “Is it too soon? Bollocks, I knew I was going to mess this up by being over-eager.”

“No, no, it’s wonderful,” you assure him. “I am absolutely ready to keep going. Men tend to need more time to recover.”

Ralph puffs his chest proudly. He grabs your hand, being the one to guide this time as he has you touch him. “You will find I have excellent stamina,” he boasts, watching your eyes widen as he starts to twitch with excitement. He’s not going to tell you his quick bounce back has to do with years of masturbation, figuring it’s more impressive if he doesn’t explain.

You swiftly push him onto his back, straddling his body.

“Be careful, Ralph,” you warn with a wolfish grin. “A girl could fall in love with you if you keep treating her so right.”

“I’ve already got a ring for when you’re ready.”

Laughing, you lean down to capture his lips. He kisses back, cradling the nape of your neck. He knows you think he’s joking so he leaves it at that. You don’t need to know about the quick run to the jeweler’s before he grabbed the roses. And you certainly don’t need to know about the engagement ring that sits in the drawer of his nightstand.

You’ll learn soon enough.

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [13] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.2k

chapter 13

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a/n - sorry for no update yesterday my sweets 😭 been preoccupied as of late! need to catch up on writing 💕

y/n 💕 : girlies

y/n 💕 : I need help

y/n 💕 : kyle wants to take me to this place called starks pond?

y/n 💕 : I need outfit vibes 😬

bebe 💋 : omg he’s finally going to man up and ask you out 🤭

y/n 💕 : I don’t want to get my hopes up

wendy 💜 : literally everyone has their first kiss at starks pond

wendy 💜 : he’s definitely going to kiss you tonight!!! 🥰

y/n 💕 : god I really hope you’re right

y/n 💕 : seriously, what do I wear to something like this?

y/n 💕 : I didn’t bring date clothes but also its a pond so its not like we’re going out for dinner

bebe 💋 : you can borrow one of my dresses?

y/n 💕 : the last two times I borrowed your dresses I flashed him 😶

bebe 💋 : exactly!

bebe 💋 : you wanna get lucky or not? 😏

wendy 💜 : bebe! 😒

wendy 💜 : y/n ignore her

wendy 💜 : do you have that cute skirt that makes your waist look good?

y/n 💕 : the black one?

y/n 💕 : I do have that with me

bebe 💋 : that and a red top with red lipstick so he will look at your lips you will look so hot

wendy 💜 : no, wear green thats kyle’s favourite color

bebe 💋 : hello?

bebe 💋 : i’m the one doing a degree in fashion 🙄

y/n 💕 : bebe i love you but red makes me look bitchy

y/n 💕 : green it is

y/n 💕 : love you guys so much 💕

wendy 💜 : tell us all about it after!!! 💜

bebe 💋 : we want ALL of the details 😘

Y/N put her phone down and dug through the small suitcase of clothes she had packed to find the skirt and top she knew she had packed. Relief flooded through her when she found them at the bottom of the bag.

She darted to the bathroom to get changed, fixing her hair so it looked presentable. She considered lipstick but knew it would make for a nicer first kiss if she stuck to just lip balm. She wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

“Ready to go?” Kyle asked once she emerged. He always looked handsome, but something about the way he looked at that moment was special. He had let his hair run a little more on the wild side than usual. She wondered if it was because she had told him she liked it like that. His top two buttons were undone, whereas he would usually only unbutton the first. She had to snap herself out of admiring him for too long, or she would seem creepy.

“Ready!” She confirmed, realising he was waiting for an answer. She held out her arm, and he linked it with his own. They ignored the kissing noises Ike was making as they walked out the door.

“Are you okay with walking?” Kyle asked. “It’s only down the road.”

Y/N looked nervously down at her shoes, realising it was probably a bad idea to have worn heels, but decided to push past it. “I’m happy to walk!”

Those words haunted her after just five minutes of walking. They were apparently halfway there, but she was already struggling. She did her best to hide her discomfort from Kyle, but he picked up on it as he had slowed down significantly to accommodate her.

By the time they made it to Stark’s Pond, she had to flop down on the nearest bench as soon as possible.

“This is why I don’t wear heels,” She groaned, kicking the demon shoes off. “They’re a torture device and not the fun kind.”

“Fun torture?” Kyle was confused for a second, but the realisation hit him right after. “Oh! Right… Yeah…”

“Sorry,” Y/N laughed a little awkwardly. “I guess you’re not into all that?”

“I guess I’ve just….” He tried not to let his thoughts linger on the idea for too long, not out of discomfort but because the idea turned him on a little more than he anticipated. Even though it was 7pm and the sun had mostly set, there was still a hint of light, and he couldn’t risk her seeing a tent in his pants and being weirded out by it. “Never thought of it.”

“Ducks!” Y/N suddenly gasped, pointing at the birds. “Oh! I wish we had something to feed them!”

“Who says we don’t?” Kyle grinned as she looked at him in pure excitement. “And before you say it, no, it’s not bread because I know that’s not good for them.” Looking through the satchel he brought with him, he found the bag of frozen peas he had snuck out from under his mom’s nose in preparation. There were always ducks at Stark’s Pond, and Y/N had talked about how she always loved feeding the ducks back at home and educated him on what was safe to feed them. He wanted her to know that he had listened and cared about what she said.

Kyle felt his heart almost leapt out of his chest when she flung her arms around him in a hug that left him breathless, both because of how tight it was and because it was paired with a kiss to the cheek. He reminded himself again that kisses on the cheek were normal for Y/N. She did them all of the time with her friends. They were friends.

When she switched and kissed him on the other cheek as well, his hands instantly tensed around her as he hugged her back. Two kisses. Very good friends.

“Come on!” Y/N stood up, her shoes abandoned by the bench, not caring about how muddy it was around the pond as she tried to pull Kyle up with her. She almost fell over when he did get up, not expecting the sudden change in force required, but he managed to catch her just in time. She didn’t seem phased, just laughed at the situation.

Her laugh echoed through his mind and heart. He could listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life and never get tired of the sound.

The ducks loved the frozen peas, and watching Y/N’s joy when they went crazy for them was unlike anything he had ever seen. In his head, he had already planned a future for them where they bought a house in the countryside and raised ducks together. He couldn’t comprehend how he had so quickly become absolutely smitten with her, but he wasn’t upset by it.

As they threw the last handful of peas into the pond, Kyle looked down at Y/N beside him just as she looked up at him, a breathtaking smile on her face. He knew exactly what he needed to do, what he had planned their whole evening around.

All he had to do was lean down and kiss her.

He knew she could sense it. Her smile softened, eyes fluttered half closed as he leaned in and… pulled her in for a hug.

Something in his brain short-circuited. He froze at the last second, head moving to the side to avoid the collision.

“I really value our friendship,” The words left his lips before he could stop them. They were the wrong ones. He was supposed to say that he felt more than friendship for her, but the words were gone, and the moment had slipped from his grip.

“Me too,” The disappointment in her voice was evident. He could feel it over the disappointment he felt in himself for being a coward and not saying the right thing, not doing the right thing.

“We should get back before it gets too late,” He sighed, looking up as the moon started to peek through the trees.

“Right,” She nodded, looking over at the bench where her shoes lay. “Give me a second…” She walked over and started to put them back on. Kyle could still salvage the evening. He had to. He owed her that much.

With ease, he lifted her up bridal style, just like he had two weeks before on Halloween. She squealed in surprise, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck for support. Her laughter echoed in his ear, returning a fraction of the joy they had shared before he ruined the moment.

The atmosphere between them had changed, but it wasn’t exactly a pleasant change for either one of them. It wasn’t the change Kyle hoped to have returned home with that evening. Few words were exchanged as they settled in for the night, Y/N on the bed, Kyle on the air mattress. Each faced one another, but they were on their phones.

kyle 📗 : I choked

kenny 😘 : kinky 💦

kyle 📗 : Not like that 😑

stan 🎸 : shit dude what happened?

kyle 📗 : I just froze up and forgot everything I had planned to say

cartman 😡 : HA

cartman 😡 : KENNY U OWE ME $20

kenny 😘 : FUCK U DUDE

kyle 📗 : You assholes placed a bet?

cartman 😡 : easy money brah

cartman 😡 : knew ur too much of a pussy to do it

kyle 📗 : I hate you so much

kyle 📗 : I think I totally blew my chances

stan 🎸 : dude I puked on wendy like 7 times

stan 🎸 : you can’t have done worse than that

kyle 📗 : went in for a kiss, chickened out and went for a hug, told her that I value our friendship

kenny 😘 : YOU FRIENDZONED HER 🤣🤣🤣

stan 🎸 : I spoke too soon lol

kyle 📗 : Don’t lol at that!

cartman 😡 : LMFAO

kyle 📗 : I’m going to crawl in a hole and die now

bebe 💋 : spill babe spill

bebe 💋 : did you kiss?

bebe 💋 : did you fuck? 😏

bebe 💋 : is he as big as the rumours from the locker room suggested? 🍆

wendy 💜 : BEBE

wendy 💜 : but also

wendy 💜 : tell us everything

wendy 💜 : especially if the rumours are true 😘

y/n 💕 : well I wouldn’t know 😒

y/n 💕 : I think he was going to kiss me but decided against it at the last second

bebe 💋 : omg

wendy 💜 : why???

y/n 💕 : I wish I had the answer

y/n 💕 : so I could know what I did wrong lol

bebe 💋 : babe you absolutely did nothing wrong

wendy 💜 : maybe he was just worried his breath stank 😶

y/n 💕 : we had mints on the way there 🥲

y/n 💕 : he bought them with him

y/n 💕 : he was prepared for that

y/n 💕 : like he was definitely going to kiss me but he just didn’t

wendy 💜 : there has to be a reason

wendy 💜 : the way he looks at you is like straight out of the movies

wendy 💜 : he is head over heels for you babe

y/n 💕 : well maybe we’ve misread the situation

y/n 💕 : or he changed his mind about me or something

y/n 💕 : he hugged me and said he values our friendship

bebe 💋 : oh god

bebe 💋 : that is bad

bebe 💋 : i love you but that is awful

bebe 💋 : like the worst thing a guy you’re interested in could say

wendy 💜 : bebe you’re not helping babe

wendy 💜 : but yeah thats really bad

wendy 💜 : sorry y/n 💔

y/n 💕 : but he carried me home because I wore heels 🥲

y/n 💕 : I don’t know how to deal with these mixed messages

wendy 💜 : I’ll talk to stan and see if he knows anything

y/n 💕 : please don’t!

y/n 💕 : I don’t need to drag other people in my embarrassment 🥲

y/n 💕 : I’m gonna try and sleep this off and hope things are normal again tomorrow

y/n 💕 : love you girls 💕

wendy 💜 : love you 💜

bebe 💋 : love you bby 😘

Y/N sighed and turned off her phone. They would be driving to her mother’s house the next day. She was worried the situation would just make things worse. Her mother’s presence tended to do that. She wanted to fix things between them before they were ruined for good.

“It’s cold,” Y/N whispered, snuggling under the covers as she watched Kyle turn his phone off as well and meet her gaze. Concern flooded his face.

“Do you want some more blankets?” He asked, sitting up in preparation to grab some blankets from the closet.

“No,” She shook her head, feeling bold. “You’re warmer.”

“I’m what?” He looked up at her from his lower position on the air mattress on the floor. “Do you want me to…?” She didn’t say anything, just lifted up the covers so he could join her. It was his bed, after all. It made more sense for him to sleep in it than on the air mattress.

Slightly hesitantly, he got up and slipped into bed next to her, his body stiffening when her arms wrapped around him. It only took him a few seconds to relax into the position, his arm reaching over her in return. It was the same way they had slept the night before.

“Goodnight, Ky,” She whispered. His heart skipped a beat at the new nickname. Maybe he hadn’t fucked up his confession as much as he thought?

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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Hierarchy (Part 3)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Paring: Mafia Changbin x F Reader, Mafia Felix x F Reader Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn romance Word Count: 5.9K Warnings: 18+, minors dni, swearing (so much), violence, blood, mentions of kidnap, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes.

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close . You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

Hyunjin and Han had obviously discussed it earlier so that when he was told you were speaking to Chan again he had no choice but to sit it out since he would be driving for them. But he also didn't mind Chan would be soft with you getting information out of you without scaring you, and begrudgingly Felix would be with you so he would stop everything if you got upset. The upside was that driving for Hyunjin and Han meant that the shithead would be picked up today, pumped for info and then dealt with if needs be all before tomorrow which would get the ball rolling on whatever the fuck this was.

"Bin take the next left" Han called out from the back stopping his chain of thought dead "If we are really lucky we will catch him before he gets on the street"

"Got it" he replied, now was not the time to be thinking about you he needed his head in the work game.

"Otherwise we can catch him at his work, it doesn't really matter" Hyunjin sighed already bored of the whole thing.

"It won't take long Hyunjinnie" Han faux cooed "then you can do your thing and play for as long as you like". Hyunjin rolled his eyes before dramatically flopping back in his seat sighing.

"That's not the boring part" Hyunjin drawled smirking faintly "The boring part is how long it's taking Bin to just snatch up his girl, lock them both away in his room to fuck the problem away" causing Han to roar with laughter from where he was sat in the back hidden from outside eyes with Hyunjin.

Changbin gritted his teeth he was used to this sort of teasing from the guys but never when it was so fucked up, usually if he had annoyed you he would back down and send you flowers or cupcakes but not this time, he knew there was no amount of cake that would fix this mess. But you had also never been trapped with the rest of them like this before every other issue you had faced with him had been a minor thing, a stupid thing in the scheme of it all.

"Shut it" he almost growled at the two of them he was far too annoyed to actually put up with it until after they had deal with what needed to be done.

"Oooh someone a little sensitive?" Hyunjin cackled looking pleased at the buttons he was pushing

"You aren't seriously worried about Lix though are you?" Hyunjin chuckled trying to catch his breath from laughing too hard.

"Would you be if you were going up against him?" Bin grimaced knowing he would probably catch some shit about it all later "I mean look at Lix and look at me, if you were her who would you choose?" The honesty that leaked into his response instantly stopped the humourous mood the others were in.

"Bin, you and Lix are very different people and you know her well enough to know she doesn't pick men based on looks alone" Han spoke calmly "Besides all she cared about was that something might happen to you, that's not the kind of girl who just cares about looks"

"Whatever" Changbin muttered grumpily.

"Shit he's grumpy and you didn't even tell him yet" Hyunjin muttered quietly to Han who swatted at him to shut him up but Changbin had still heard it ignoring him in hope of getting them to shut up.

"This is him on the corner do you want to just yank him on a drive by or wait until he gets where he is going?" dropping straight back into serious mode

"Let him turn into a quiet street and we will just grab him" Hyunjin nodded pulling some tape, zip ties and black hood out of his gear Han nodded getting into position by the door sliding it open silently as Changbin slowed the van to a crawl behind the kid as the sidled up to him. Rolling his eyes he realized that they little shit was wearing earphones so he probably wouldn't know they were on him until Han actually grabbed him and he was right, again.

Han quickly grabbed the kid by the back of his neck slapping his hand over his mouth before a sound could make it out and twisted him so he spun and fell into the van, Hyunjin zip tied his hands together, slapped tape over his mouth and secured him on the floor in the time it took Han to get the door slid shut and Changbin casually sped up to normal traffic pace in the space of less than a minute, working like a well oiled machine when. Watching in the rear view mirror as he drove Changbin saw Hyunjin smile dangerously at the terrified kid before pulling the black hood over his head and Zip tying he feet together, there was no more talking after that they just drove in silence with the exception of the frightened whimpers that left the kid every time they hit a bump or stopped at a traffic light.

Arriving back at the company they moved him to the lower level of the building, it was secured by a large steel vault like door that lead to the rooms and cells which were more suited to the dirtier side of their line of work. He would sometimes watch Hyunjin and Han work either through the one way glass they had installed or the cameras that monitored everyone round the clock to make sure no one could get away from their fate. Hyunjin was like a light switch, he could be charming and seductive and then a moment later he would appear deranged and psychotic. He was neither of those things but he is a fantastic actor changing to accommodate what was needed to get information or confessions depending on his target. Han was far more straight forward with his methods tell me or die in his simplicity which would always work on little lowlifes who were not worth wasting much time on, both were impressive and both were frightening when they worked.

"We will bring what we find out upstairs and then depending on what it is we will go from there" Han smiled at him before ushering him back towards the main part of the building "You have other things to deal with after all"

Nodding Changbin left to make his way back upstairs you would probably have been finished with Chan by now but instead of looking around for you he decided to message you to let you decide when you were ready or happy to talk to him so that he could speak to you without Felix or one of the others hanging around overhearing.

Taking a deep breath you knocked on Binnie's bedroom door hoping he would be inside, his text had said he wanted to talk and whenever you were ready he would be free and Felix had wanted you to make up. Sure enough he was inside because he answered his door wearing sweats and a shirt, his hair still vaguely damp from the shower he must have just had.

"Hey doll, come in" he grinned stepping aside to let you come in before he let you pick where you were going to sit. You moved into his room and perched yourself on the end of his bed, sitting less casually than you normally would. "Sorry I've made you nervous" his muttered sadly his face falling when he took in your posture.

"I'm not nervous Binnie, just a bit worried I guess" you admitted softly half smiling up at him as he moved to sit in his desk chair which you hadn't even notice the first time you had been in there. Rolling it towards you with his feet he stopped just before his knees bumped yours.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I said things that probably scared you. I was mad that you seemed so calm when you were probably just too freaked out, I was furious at the fuckers causing this mess and I just couldn't control it" He blurted out looking at his hands as he did.

"Do you really kill people Binnie?" you pouted not willing to look him in the eyes just yet "Or was that just to scare me?"

"Do you want me to tell you the whole truth or would you rather not know anything? Doll you mean the world to me if you want me to tell you I will" he sighed taking the tips of your fingers in his hands and swinging them between you.

"I don't know Binnie, I'm scared of the people who wanted to hurt you and I was hurt that you lied to me. This isn't my normal but you are my best friend so as long as you can be honest with me know it will be ok" you exhaled finally looking up to meet his eyes which looked exactly like they always did when you looked in them, soft and warm and kind.

"We picked the little fucker up this morning to ask him a few questions, he's down stairs with Han and Hyunjin they are good at getting people to talk about what they know" he started gently rolling his chair closer to you so that one of his knees sat between yours. "After we have what we need was will meet and decide what to do about it, so hopefully it will all be over soon".

"What happens after he has told you everything?" you asked cautiously making Binnie raise his eyebrows slightly waiting to be sure you wanted the answer.

"Well he is low level so we will probably just rough him up and cut him lose but it depends really" he answered honestly watching your eyes widen as you caught on to the unspoken words between you.

"Have you really killed people Changbin?" your voice waivered slightly but you wanted to know the truth if not the details.

"Yes more than one" he looked ashamed as he answered.

"Do you regret having to do it" you pushed a little more.

"Sometimes, if they are proper scum then I don't but not all of them have been" he replied slowly.

"Would you do it again if you needed to?" you pushed again cautiously.

"If it's to keep the boys safe yes, if it's to keep you safe in a heartbeat" the corners of his lips turned up hoping you would understand.

"I'm not scared of you Binnie" you gave him a tiny smile

"You scared me for a minute there, I really thought you might not forgive me" he let go a breathe you didn't notice he was holding as he let go of your fingers and pulled you into a slightly awkward sitting hug.

"I'm pretty sure I'm still winning in the frightened front Binnie" you tried to tease but it fell flat.

"I'll keep you safe" he murmured into your hair, he let you go only to move from the chair to next you you one the bed pulling you back into his arms firmly as though holding you would be enough to convey how much he care about you.

Felix trailed Han down stairs hoping not only that you and Changbin were talking out the last few days but also how the big idiot felt about you, although he knew he was being overly optimistic in that regard. Changbin had told all of them that he didn't want you in this life no matter what it meant for him, you were his priority and his feelings were second to that. Crossing the vault door he saw Hyunjin leaning against the observation room waiting for him.

"So what do I need to find?" Felix clicked his tongue waiting from Hyunjin and Han to spill on the information that needed to be corroborated.

"His contact is apparently a guy who goes by...wait for it...Cobra" Hyunjin chuckled in amusement.

"Cobra? like the snake? are we in a D grade movie or something?" Felix grinned shaking his head "You got anything else on our mysterious snake dude?" He looked through the one way glass noticing the snot covered kid with barely a mark on him.

"Yeah here's his phone his contact and messages are all in there" Han rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole spy drama bullshit of it all. Felix sat down and started typing information into different screens as the other two watched on, system after system would be given different bits of data to see what he could pull from anywhere.

"So as you can probably guess Cobra is not actually his name" Felix joked as he pulled up phone records and property information based on what had been mentioned in messages "The two of them are also quite stupid, this isn't a burner and is easy to track hes got his GPS location in his photos so that makes it so easy anyone could find them"

"Good stupid makes it easier" Han grinned

"Only if they are all stupid, if the low levels are then we only get so far" Hyunjin reminded them watching the kid still sniveling in the next room through the one way glass. "So Han tells me you fucked Changbin's girl" he dropped so casually he could have been talking about the weather.

"I didn't fuck her, we made out that's all and she started it" Felix sighed still looking at the information in front of him.

"So she wasn't half dressed with you hand down her pants?" Han smirked enjoying the teasing.

"True her shirt was off but you walked in before my fingers got anywhere, you dickhead, she wanted comfort that's all" Felix could feel his cheeks heating up slightly he wouldn't in a million years thought he would ever have spoken about you like this let alone to the others but something was making him feel like he needed to be honest.

"Felix, it's a dangerous game to treat someone else's girl like a toy" Hyujin warned seriously frowning Felix's head shot up as he glared at the pair of them furiously.

"She isn't Changbin's girl, not yet, and I wasn't toying with her I would never do that to her!" Felix snapped icily looking at each of them waiting for one of them to argue with him.

"We get it man she has a hold on both of you, lets get back on track" Han replied calmly as Hyunjin nodded as they room fell into quiet with the only sound being Felix furiously tapping away.

"I think we need to speak to Chan" Felix finally announced "and I think Changbin should know too"

"Han text the others, I'll get our guest comfy" Hyunjin ordered before walking from the room. Felix gathered his lap top and Han texted the group before the pair walked back up stairs not mentioning the other conversation that occurred between them for now.

Changbin had been explaining how he met Chan when his phone vibrated and you watched as his eyes hardened for a fraction of a second before he turned back to you.

"I need to meet with the others" he said bluntly standing from his spot next to you.

"Do I need to come too or can I go get something from the kitchen to eat?" you asked uncertainly not sure whether it was allowed for you to just wander around the house at will.

"Yeah you can go eat doll, you can do whatever you like as long as you stay in the grounds we have staff all over the place who will keep an eye out for you?" He smiled at you softly and you nodded making your way downstairs to the kitchen as the others were all arriving into the entrance hall.

"If you want you can hang out in the gardens, There are heaps of books in the library if you want to read or something Mrs Choi can show you around" Changbin patted your hair before you waved at the others and disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.

"Friends again the Bin?" Felix smiled patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah she has forgiven me for the yelling bit, just got to get past the lying bit" he nodded back walking in to see what they all needed to know.

Chan was already there as they all filed in taking their normal spots on the couches as Felix set up his laptop with his findings from a few minutes ago, and Jeongin and Seungmin opened their own to cross check with anything that might overlap.

"Do you guys want to explain the moron downstairs first?" Felix asked easily.

"Sure, we picked him up this morning, it was very easy the kid is an idiot, brought him in and sat him down and found out very quickly that his name is Kim Jiho he's 19 and has been working at several clubs for the last year as a waiter and bartender. He's practically so boring that if he hadn't been caught talking about their plan we may never have even noticed his existence" Hyunjin explained sounding bored.

"He had a non burner phone which made it so much easier to find everything on him his socials, his emails and all the text messages sent between him and his contact who calls himself..."Han took over from Hyunjin but Hyunjin definitely wanted to tell the punchline butted in.

"His contact calls himself Cobra" he grinned still finding it amusing.

"Of fucking course he does" Chan smirked while the others chuckled.

"Anyway" Felix started "Normally since the messages all come from a burner I can either trace where that burner was bought, but this time something else has caught my attention. Kim Jiho is the son of Kim Yoojoon who owes the Ateez Crew a lot of money, like a huge amount after a few deals fell through. Kim Yoojoon is the adopted brother of Kim Min Joon who is a director and partner for Kim & San Publishing and Design" Felix finished looking straight at Changbin with his eyebrow raise "Which is were our girl works".

"What does that have to do with anything?" Seugmin asked looking slightly annoyed.

"I don't entirely know that's why were all here. I can't be an accident that the kid taking about getting back at Changbin through a stupid kidnap plan is connected to her through her boss. There has to be something and we need to know what" Felix sighed not really wanting to argue the point more than he had too.

"Felix is right that's not a coincidence that's a planned point" Chan nodded along "Do we have any dealing with him or any of the other people on the Board of Directors?".

Jeongin started looking into his files on any sort of business deals they had done recently, while Seungmin stepped away to call one of his guys to start covert surveillance and perhaps plant a large client. Minho was rapidly going over his schedule over the past few weeks and Changbin was trying to remember if he had been into your work in the past couple of months.

"What do you think about the kid?" Chan asked Hyunjin and Han watching their reactions closely.

"I think we either keep him for a little while to see if we can bounce off any new information on his or we put him in the hospital to keep him from spilling anything" Han shrugged looking to Hyunjin who seemed to be contemplating something.

"I say we keep him for now then kill him when it's done" Hyunjin hummed not looking particularly interested in either outcome.

"Keep him for now then" Chan agreed easily he not wanting to shed blood too prematurely.

"Alright, one of my guys is going in as a client tomorrow and one is going in as an intern. One of Innie's is going to do general surveillance and one is going to stick to Kim" Seungmin sighed sitting back down.

"I cant connect any of Minho's work back, Bin give me your planner" Felix asked softly reaching his hand out for his phone, Changbin opened it and gave it to him not really paying that much attention.

"I don't have any connections on the board to us but one of the major clients is an associate" Jeongin added quickly looking into all open clients.

"Do you think this would have anything to do with the Ateez crew?" Changbin asked suddenly causing the others to all pause.

"How do you mean?" Chan asked tilting his head for Changbin to continue.

"I mean the kid's dad owes a lot of money to them, we took over all the clubs one side of the river essentially pushing their business back into the split area with the EXO crew and they weren't happy about it" Changbin surmised easily "Plus a few of us have had beef on and off with them in the last year"

"Maybe..." Chan agreed "Can we find any other overlap with Ateez?"

"I'm on it" Felix nodded his fingers flying over the keyboard of his computer while Jeongin started looking into any overlap with the people they had already looked into. Chan adjourned their meeting leaving them free to do whatever shit they needed to do to look into information, leaving Changbin to find you.

You had wandered into the kitchen and found yourself a snack before exploring the ground level of the house, you found a overly dramatic dining room, a stupidly large gym that looked over the gardens and finally the library that Binnie had mentioned. While a lot of the books looked like they were either antique or for decoration you did find an entire shelf that looked like it belonged to the modern era, a few graphic novels mixed with a couple of romance and period novels as well as fantasy and sci-fi works. It looked like all the books anyone would actually want were either on this one shelf or in other peoples rooms. Picking up one that you hadn't read in years you sat on an ornate but comfy arm chair that sat facing the wall of glass that looked over the gardens.

The warm sun on your skin through the window and the softness of the chair made for the perfect place to spend some time reading and pretending your world was normal. After a chapter or two the warmth of the sun began making your eyes feel heavy until you eventually fell asleep, when you awoke to a lot of yelling it was still light although probably much later in the afternoon. You could hear Binnie hollering about something and Chan barking orders but you weren't sure about what until you heard running footsteps and Jeongin calling out that you couldn't have left the grounds because you aren't on the CCTV. Groaning you stood up putting the book still in your hand down on the side table and wandered out towards the entrance hall.

"Calm down Bin we will find her" Chan snapped glaring at Binnie as he continued to pace.

"She can't have gone far I mean where haven't you looked?" Han sighed exasperatedly scratching the back of his neck.

"The library? where you told me to go?" you spoke roughly rubbing your eyes lazily. The four of them turned quickly towards your voice as you yawned behind your hand. "Sorry I fell asleep and my phone is upstairs" you shrugged as Chan stepped closer to Changbin to smack him in the back of the head before he texted that you had been located.

"You told her to go somewhere then didn't look there?" Jeongin face palmed looking annoyed.

"I did look in there, I looked there first" Changbin yelped has he winced "You were not there I swear".

"I was asleep in the arm chair you dork" you laughed as the others all appeared looking seriously annoyed, you watched them all glare at Changbin before they looked you over "I'm sorry if I caused you all trouble, I didn't want to leave the house" you muttered watching their tough exteriors all shift a little.

"You didn't cause any trouble bubs, Bin did with his panicking like an idiot" Felix smirked "You have done everything we asked you to do from the beginning" his smirked changed into a soft smile as he looked you over.

"Well I figured it's better to co-operate with the people who are trying to prevent me from getting dead" you hummed looking more awake and less confused.

"We are glad you're alright, and thankful you are accommodating us so much" Chan smirked before turning back to the others "we can all go back to work then, crisis training over" his chuckle sounded dark as he walked back into the meeting room as the others dispersed cursing Changbin as they went.

"Sorry doll" Binnie muttered shyly as he reached for you to take his hand, which you did automatically. "Lets go back upstairs, I have a few things I want to talk to you about"

"Course" you followed him willingly not letting go of his hand despite the fact that you knew the way there.

Felix watched you walk away with Changbin with a small smile. The affection he held for you couldn't dispel the annoyance that was sitting like a lead weight on him trying to figure out what this all had to do with Changbin, you and SKZ. Shaking the thoughts from his head he went back downstairs to the vault to look for any other information he could find on the Kim family, Ateez, your work and anything else he could come up with.

After exhausting the general payback against SKZ angle on his end at least, Felix began looking through your office records and general boring corporate garbage before again falling short of anything that might lead to Changbin or even you. Taking another large gulp of his whiskey he glared at the screen and picked up his phone to text Hyunjin about asking their guest a few more questions. Hyunjin seemed happy with the idea as he sauntered into the observation room 5 minutes later.

"Lix, do you want to go in with me or tell me what you need to know?" Hyunjin quirked his eyebrow.

"Maybe both so I can check stuff as we go?"

"Easy" Hyunjin grinned leaving to go and get the kid before putting him in the room and coming back for Lix.

"Now the only thing is you can't show any emotions, which shouldn't be hard because he is no one important but still" Hyunjin cautioned waiting for Felix to agree and take the lead.

"Got it" Felix nodded resolutely opening the door and letting his eyes fall on the freaked out Jiho, pulling out on of the chairs by the door he plopped himself down directly in front on him hoping that he looked as nonchalant and he was trying to be. "I want you and I to chat about a few things Jiho, you think we can do that?" Jiho nodded fast and continuously, obviously still scared shitless of what he had got himself into.

"What does taking a girl have to do with the SKZ Syndicate Jiho? Because I would think you don't actually want to be sitting here with me" Felix made his voice seem as friendly as he could in the circumstances.

"I didn't know that Changbin's girlfriend had anything to do with SKZ or I wouldn't have helped" He squeaked eyes wide.

"You didn't know that Seo Changbin is a member of the syndicate? You actually expect me to believe that?" Felix almost laughed watching Jiho pale further.

"No he was just the boyfriend that she hangs around. I swear it's not related to you! I would never mess with SKZ!" his voice was almost shrieking as he started to cry again large heaving sobs leaving his chest "Please don't kill me. I don't wanna die" he wailed.

"No one is going to kill you" Felix rolled his eyes "So you and your mate Cobra just kidnap random pretty girls then? This was all a coincidence?" Felix asked a little lower this time hoping to sound a little more dangerous.

"No we don't kidnap anyone, I swear on my life we were just mean to grab the girl and take her to my boss. He was going to take her to the next place that was is" tears were still tracking down Jiho's face as he tried to explain himself.

"Tell me about the money your father owes to Ateez Jiho" Felix breathed out hoping that he could calm him again just enough to get useful information not just snot-covered pleas for his life.

"Dad likes to gamble, he borrows money a lot sure but my uncle is helping him out now" Jiho replied looking confused but also wary.

"Your uncle has money then? interesting" Felix smiled "Has he helped your father before then?" Felix knew probing about his father and uncle would make Jiho less stressed about the situation thinking he would have some information that might save him.

"No he never has before, he's tight with his money" Jiho explained

"So your father hasn't been threatened by Ateez then? Do a little kidnap job and we will forget the debt you owe?" Hyunjin asked pushing himself of the wall he was leaning on and walking closer to Jiho.

"I mean I don't know anything about that, I got contacted to help by Cobra he knew I worked in a few of your clubs, she goes to your clubs a lot so it was an easy way to find her" Jiho now was sounding rattled again as his eyes darted between to two of them. Felix stood and nodded to Hyunjin before stepping out of the room and observation room to run a few more checks it didn't take long to identify Cobra as Lee Jihoon, a low level criminal who worked as a thug for higher out of the non SKZ area of the city. He had ties to Ateez, EXO crews as well as a few smaller ones that mainly used him as cheap muscle. Returning to Hyunjin he waited until he had finished his questions. Hyunjin gesture to Felix to ask whatever else he needed.

"How long have you known Lee Jihoon, Jiho?" he asked pleasantly, eyes smiling.

"I don't know anyone with that name" Jiho tried to not stutter nervously.

"How long have you known Cobra then?" Felix prompted his eyes flicking up to Hyunjin's

"Remember what we told you yesterday Jiho, if you lie you might get hurt and no one wants that" Hyunjin drawled sinisterly tilting his head.

"A couple of months roughly" Jiho squirmed under Hyunjin's intense gaze.

"How about you tell us all about how you met him and what he wants then?" Felix requested as neutrally as possible.

"He contacted me, said I could make some easy money and help my dad pay off his debt so I agreed. I was only supposed to call him when I saw the girl in the club and send pictures as proof" Jiho was rambling now as he started at the floor his leg bouncing with nerves. "I would take the pictures of her with whoever she was with, he said that the Changbin guy wouldn't be a problem that he was no one so as long as we got her when he wasn't around it would be fine"

"Then what Jiho?" Felix prompted smoothly

"I was to get her to him then we would take him to where his boss was going to be waiting. That's it I swear. They were going to pay me $5k and then pay off $10k to Ateez for my dad"

"Where was your boss meeting you Jiho?" Hyunjin purred suddenly behind the poor kid making him scream in fear.

"Warehouse... 2 end of.... end of The Causeway.... the industrial park" he stammered

"Thank you Jiho" Felix smiled patting Jiho's knee "I'm sure we will speak again soon". Walking back into the observation room to continue looking into things while Hyunjin continued probing for any extra information about the locations and his role in their little plan. It was now looking less and less like an attack on them and more like a targeted attack on you and Changbin which at least meant their business was secure. Searching public records for information on the warehouse it was owned by a third party corporation which would be a dead end unless one of the others had any ideas.

Grinning Felix went back upstairs to talk the Chan and figure out if he wanted them to all be involved of if just he and Binnie should deal with it. Striding into the meeting room he found Han and Minho playing a video game and Seungmin and Jeongin playing air hockey while Chan seemed to be chilling out with his headphones in. Tapping his shoulder he waited for him to acknowledge his presence before speaking.

"Felix?" Chan drawled fondly

"So I figured some stuff out" Felix bounced on the balls of his feet as Han paused the game and everyone started to listen in. "This kid, Jiho, didn't know Bin was connected to us because it isn't really about him it's about her or at lest that what he is swearing seven ways to Sunday. He was paid to watch her in our clubs and take photos of her with her friends, he got $5k and his father had $10kpaid off of his debt, he's been on it a couple of months".

"So someone either wants no ties between the kidnap and SKZ by picking someone so green he couldn't even tell who Bin was?" Chan asked skeptically. "How can you be sure he's not lying?"

"Because he just about pisses himself every time Hyunjin looks at him" Felix shrugged easily "He has no record of any big time activity like this, like you said he's green so that would be why he only got code names to work with".

"Lee Jihoon was one of the fuckers that tried to fuck up the last deals Bin and I made" Minho stated sourly "He's been doing muscle for hire shit since he got himself kicked out of our territory for being a fucking waste of blood and organs"

"Was he one of the fuckers who was double dipping selling info to other crews to make deals under us" Han asked sounding bored "Didn't we fix that issue?"

"Couldn't kill all of them" Hyunjin shrugged "We got rid of half a dozen"

"Seungmin is he the guy in the photo you showed her yesterday?" Felix asked, not really having bothered to look at them at the time his concerns were solely on you at the time, trying to steer the conversation back to where it needed to be.

"No totally different guy" Jeongin sighed "but they are associates"

"Find them and we will deal with them" Chan replied nonchalantly knowing that there was no way of dealing with this without a little bloodshed at least.

a/n: Thank you for reading I wish I could give you all the cookies. Please reblog and comment if you liked it and I if you want to be added to the tag list let me know x

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Are You Normal about Furries, Bronies and Neopronouns? And More Social Justice Litmus Tests You're Probably Failing

Listen—

I'm not saying that you have to like Furries. I'm not even saying that they're not cringe.

What I am saying is, this: just like any other fandom, there's what people find the most accessible part of the fandom (ie, the Loud part) and then there's what people find solace in. The first hurdle, at it's core, is asking the question: are you okay with weirdos that you personally don't like, understand or associate with? Are you okay with seeing a furry on TikTok, on Twitter, in real life existing? There are some people who really can't be. And that's how we get to the point where a librarian is bullied off the Internet, armchair headcanonned as autistic and no doubt traumatized. Because, at the end of the day, this question isn't so much "are you OK with Furries?" but have you grown up past the need to have your worldview palatable to you—or do you still need to have easily digestable weirdos to treat them as humans?

Bronies is that next step—mental image the Internet has instilled in a lot of us aside, the question becomes that of nuance. Can you acknowledge that two things can be true?

1) In this day and age, it is not only unfair but illogical to expect and demand that adult fans of a particular media not engage with that media in the ways that they would engage with other types of media. I'm talking about Bronies, yes but also Avatar the Last Airbender fans, Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Bluey and countless others.

There's this rise in black and white purity and pearl-clutching type of thinking that ends up like a worse version of every dystopia.

2) Should the adults in these spaces understand that any new additions to that media is not for them and that these spaces that they are apart of are, more likely than not, predominantly occupied by minors? Yes, of course!

The problem and stumbling point for this is... Too many people view this as a one or the other situation. I've seen minors proudly disregard 18+ warnings, I've seen adults arguing with, doxxing and being creeps. I find pro-shippers confusing and abhorrent. I don't have any easy fix for how to approach this. All I can do is put warnings, block/ban any minor engaging in unsafe behavior on my blog(s) [especially if they're brazenly foolhardy enough to announce it] and not be a creep myself. I'm getting to the point where I'm just going to ignore whatever the Internet calls the new "old age" and do my own thing.

Neopronouns—what really is the final boss for some people but not the final boss here.

After being an unpaid gender and sexuality 111 professor for two years, I say with extreme prejudice and exhaustion, ask me for my cashapp before you ask me questions or get to Googling*. Neopronouns have been around since Shakespeare. Singular They predates Singular You as a pronoun. Please go update your resume and do something worthwhile, find a hobby, grow a garden, something, anything else other than being mad at the person using fae/faer, frog, star or bun/bunself pronouns. You don't have to understand it, just respect it. And if you don't want to, maybe just don't engage with them??

Moving on to some newer ones. The major questions are—do you rock with Hawaii and Palestine? The Congo and Sudan? Do you support these places being free? Are you boycotting Starbucks and McDonald's? Are you watching Gaza and Rafah? Are you using your phone and other tech for as long as you can? Avoiding blood diamonds even more now? What are your thoughts about Covid? Are you still masking in public?

As we wind down, I also have to throw in the very basics, the ones that I always base my morals on—do you put the grocery store cart back? How do you treat waitstaff and people that you perceive as having some power over? If you see someone stealing groceries, especially baby formula, what do you do?

Answer these questions in your heart of hearts and sit with it. More than anything, this is specifically trying to call out the Vote Blue No Matter Who crowd and the brand of I'm a Good Person because I'm Better than You Liberal/left-facing centrist.

To be frank with you, I genuinely think that you fail some of the questions spectacularly and that's why you struggle with dismantling capitalism, white supremacy or anything else you claim to be so very against.

Because at the end of the day, when the revolution comes, you will be holding hands with at least one disabled Brony Furry with a name you can't say, neopronouns and dyed hair. Or when it's already too late and the voice of the people has gone deep underground, you will be face to face with the worst of survivors and no gentle voice to guide you through your moral quandary, just bitter, tired activists or people who waffle in the face of what needs to be done.

Your cognitive reasoning will shut down the moment you get offended. You should answer these questions and then sit with why you're offended.

And then if you still have the forethought to type, go donate, go click on the Arab site that's under 90% of activist accounts or bios. I promise you that the energy will be better used for them.

**Googling has become a skill especially in this Age of Misinformation and algorithms—there are always alternatives if you know where to look and again, request how you can compensate for the time and effort it'll take me to find you sources and then we'll talk.

—Aethe the Librarywyrm

#writing #creative writing #free palestine #free gaza #palestine #introspection #kind of journalism #social justice

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palpipeen · 2 years

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Caf Delivery Service Part 2 - CC-1010 Fox/Reader

Your job should be easy, in theory. Take caf orders once a week for the Coruscant Guard, make the orders, and deliver them. Simple as can be. So long as you don’t count the Commander, that is.

Rating: R Warnings: Pining, Anxiety, Reader Overthinking Everything, Fox still needs a nap, Unexpected Flirtations, Fox is a little problematic ngl, Swearing Reader is AFAB and uses She/Her Pronouns Word Count: 2398 AN: And here's part two of the 'when will these emotionally constipated fools do something about all this sexual tension series' series. Next one's gonna be spicy ;3c Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

NSFW/18+ Under the Cut! MINORS DNI

You don’t see him for another four weeks, and by that time, the elevator still isn’t fixed. And you’ve absolutely worried yourself into a froth over it.

...not the elevator, the whole Fox ghosting you in his own office thing.

Even Hound and Thorn seem a little confused by it, the two times you’ve seen them. They just shrug and guess he’s just been in a lot more meetings with the Chancellor, or someone else in the Senate. You’re sure that must be absolutely thrilling , and a valid reason for avoiding you.

You probably shouldn’t be giving yourself that much credit, you muse, trying to ignore the ball of nerves in your chest that hasn’t loosened in weeks. The worst thing though is that you’re starting to dread coming here. It’s just been a disappointment each time. Even as grateful as the Guard seems, not seeing Fox is just a huge let-down. You’d convinced yourself you weren’t going to get your hopes up, that you weren’t going to hold your breath - but there you are, sighing when you walk into Fox’s empty office. Thorn and Hound aren’t even there to offer their awkward condolences. You know they’ve noticed something was up.

And it’s really none of your business what they know.

This pity party you’re throwing for yourself is in full swing, so you don’t notice someone else is in the hallway as you head towards the stairs until a hand grabs your shoulder. You jump, letting out a yelp and almost launch the cart away from you into the nearest wall. For a moment, you stare up at the visor watching you, both of you tense as you try to catch your breath. You’ve got half a mind to demand to know why he snuck up on you.

That’s when you recognize the distinct pattern of paint on the soldier’s helmet.

“Fox?!” For a moment he regards you silently, which stretches into what has to be a full minute. You shuffle awkwardly on the spot, reaching behind you to try and retrieve your cart. “Uh, morning. Your coffee’s on your desk, why’d you sneak up on me like that?” He’s silent for another beat and you let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, I’m going to leave now if I’m still getting the silent treatment.” You turn to start storming off when a hand snatches around your wrist, and you whirl around, wrenching your hand out of his grasp. “Look, this whole hot and cold thing really isn’t for me, so if you could just - “

“-believe I forgot the fucking vocoder was on mute, son of a shit eating - hello. Good morning. Why are you using the stairwell?”

“The...the elevator’s broken.”

“....why aren’t you using the other elevator?”

“There’s another elevator?!”

“No one told you about the - you’ve been using the stairs this whole time, and no one’s said anything to you?!” You shake your head, thoroughly bewildered by this whole exchange. But also incredibly exhilarated. And a little pissed. But that can wait.

“No one mentioned another elevator to me.” You shrug, crossing your arms across your chest as a wave of embarrassment hits you square in the jaw. Heat quickly travels up from your collar bone to your scalp and you try not to look at him. “But your coffee is on your desk, and I need to head back to start prep on the next round so uh - where is it?”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a growl and oh. Something in you perks up, because that does things for you. Before you can start to stifle that whole array of emotions and bodily reactions, he grabs you by the wrist again, and starts dragging you after him in the exact opposite direction down the hall.

“Uh - my cart?”

“Huh? Oh.” Before you can do anything, he spins you both around and trudges back down the hall, grabbing your cart by the handle and leading the way. His hand still wrapped around your wrist. His very strong, very solid, very warm hand. With a grip that is definitely firm, but it doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t feel great when he whips you both around a corner to stand in front of a row - a fucking row - of elevators. “You didn’t ask anyone if there was another elevator?”

“I can climb the stairs just fine, Fox.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Wha - it’s your name. What else do you want me to call you?” You yank your hand out of his grip, crossing your arms again and glaring up at his visor. He regards you in silence for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

“My rank would be nice.”

“I’m not part of the GAR, though.” You can’t help the smugness in your tone. “I’m just delivering caf.”

“Right.” He sighs again, turning to stare straight ahead. The next minute is tense, and you’re glad for the numbers above the elevator that serve as a distraction. I need to request someone else take this job, you think, absolutely miserable and mortified. You’re certain he has no interest in talking to someone who can’t find another elevator. Even if this building is a bit of a maze. “So.” You nearly jump out of your skin. “The weather is...pleasant.”

“...it’s pouring out,” you say, tugging on the hem of your shirt. It’s soaked, as well as the rest of you. You’re just glad the cart has a weather resistant cover. “Your armor’s soaked, I’ve been leaving a trail everywhere - do you like the rain?”

“No. I hate it. Makes the inside of my armor smell like shit.” You think you hear him swear under his breath, the normally rigid line of his shoulders drooping a little. “Thanks for reminding me.”

“...what is happening right now?”

“I’m - look, I’m just trying to make small talk.”

“I mean absolutely no offense when I say this, but you’re awful at it.”

“Yeah, well - try working sixteen hour days for two weeks straight and see how good you are at it.”

“Oh my god, F - uh, Commander, that’s...awful.”

You’re about to say more when the doors to the elevator open, and about a dozen soldiers pour out of the lift. A few linger, and you both manage to shuffle your way to the back wall. Cart and all. It’s tense - you’re practically vibrating with it. This is the closest you’ve been to any of the Guard, and you can’t help but notice you’re crowding towards Fox. When the doors open a few doors down and a few more squeeze in, his shoulder pauldron is digging into you, and you can feel how warm he is.

About a dozen floors down, the lift empties completely. You glance at Fox, fully expecting him to leave - but he doesn’t. You swallow hard, stepping out of his space to stand in front of the doors. Eyes locked onto the numbers above the doors. Ten more to go.

“Why do they make you work that hard?” The question burns at you, and you’ve been so wound up about not having seen him, it only makes sense to ask. He doesn’t need to answer, and you almost turn to tell him that before he answers in a low, gruff tone.

“I have my orders. I lead my men to keep the peace on Coruscant.” You glance at him over your shoulder, nearly jumping to find he’s standing right next to you. He sounds - tired. “Sometimes that means a few sleepless nights.”

“That’s-”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off, the word sharp, biting. “This is what we were made to do. What I was made to do.”

“It’s not right.”

“Who are you to say that?” The air in the elevator changes in an instant, thicker and heavy. Weighing down on your chest as his head snaps around to stare at you. Abruptly, he yanks his helmet off, and you inhale sharply at the sight of him. His hair even more unkempt, the shadows under his eyes deeper and the scruff of his beard reveals a few bright white strands. “Who are you to look at me and tell me the reason all of us were made isn’t right?”

“Because you’re human,” you insist. Your head is throbbing - this man is so quick to change the tone of conversation, going from awkward and curious to accusatory. It’s exhausting - but maybe that’s just from looking at how weary he looks. You speak without thinking, only feeling. “You deserve better - all of you.” Sighing through your nose, you shake your head - the guilt of only scraping the surface of the horrors these men face on your own home planet twisting your gut into knots. “I’m bringing you decaf.”

“What?!”

“Clearly, you don’t need anymore caffeine.”

“Mighty presumptuous of you to think you know what I need. But then again, you’ve been assuming you know what I want for months now.”

“Commander, with all due respect, I would know if you just told me what you wanted.”

“I did.” He says this between grit teeth, low in the back of his throat. “My vocoder was on mute. Has been every time since last I saw you.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him. And then you laugh. You just - laugh like you haven’t in weeks . All the while oblivious to the way Fox watches you - a bit annoyed at first, but it quickly fades into something else. Something a lot warmer than anything he’s felt before. His expression is schooled into as disapproving a glare as he can manage, but you notice the twitchiness on one corner of his mouth.

He’s got a pretty mouth, you find yourself thinking, and quickly look away from him.

“Well, your helmet’s off now. Do you want to tell me what you want? I’m sure I could give it to you.” He’s silent for a moment. You go rigid as your own words sink in. “Uh! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Shame,” he says. No, growls - he’s growling. And it’s right in your ear, oh gods what is happening? This man is giving you whiplash. “How about I give you something else?” A shuddering breath escapes you, one you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, and your head feels sluggish while your body reacts a lot quicker to whip around and stare at him. He stares back at you for a moment - what feels like a lifetime - while you try to catch up with the situation.

Yes, you think he’s attractive. Yes, you would be willing to hear him out. But not now. Not when he’s behaving so erratically. You’re about to tell him this when the doors of the elevator opens, and your head snaps around to the duo of familiar soldiers standing outside of the lift. Only to snap back around when you hear something heavy falling to the ground.

It’s the Commander - he’s lying in a heap at your feet, practically lifeless.

“Fuck!” You’re closer, but they’re trained to react a lot faster. You nearly get a helmet to the nose when you crouch down next to his head, your hands fluttering in a panic. “Oh my god, I didn’t - he was just talking, I didn’t do -”

“It’s alright,” Hound says with a heavy, long-suffering sigh. He waits a few seconds with two fingers pressed up under the Commander’s jaw, his head moving in a way you think means he’s rolling his eyes after a moment. “This has happened before.”

“...really?!” A half-second passes before you reassure yourself he doesn’t know about the flirting. “How is he still alive at this point?”

“Spite,” Thorn supplies, offering you a hand up before he stoops down beside Fox. Together, he and Hound lift him up, both his arms slung over their shoulders and his head hanging limp over his chest. Thorn and Hound exchange a glance. “And caf.”

“ A lot of caf.”

“Do I really need to start bringing him decaf?”

“Gods, no .” Hound laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all day. Given what they do all day, you’re willing to bet it probably is. “Don’t worry. He just needs a few hours of shut-eye.”

“Okay, but he said -”

“I wouldn’t think too much about that, he can be a bit...out of sorts when he gets like this.”

“Alright but I’d really like to -”

“Be seeing you.”

You let out a long, irritated sigh as they usher you and your cart out of the elevator. You make it about five steps out when you see his helmet is still on your cart, and book it back to the lift just before the doors close. Thorn and Hound nearly jump out of their own skins when you shove it in their direction. Hound reaches out for it, but just before he can grab it, you snatch it back.

“Actually, yes, you will be seeing me.” The two exchange another glance again. “I need to speak to your Commander, or this whole caf thing is off.”

“I’m sorry?” Thorn sounds like he’s just watched you sprout a second head. “Look, the Commander’s a very busy man. You can’t just expect us to force him to talk to you.”

“You’re going to force him to get some sleep, aren’t you?” The two shuffle and grumble, clearly not happy about admitting they’re going to do just that. “Look, I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. But I’m not going to be treated like this.” You don’t have to elaborate. The way both their shoulders sag a little in defeat tells you everything. Besides, they’ve noticed. “So. Can we make this happen?”

“He’s not gonna be happy about this.”

“I can’t really be in a place to care about that when he’s making me feel miserable coming here. I like this job. But I’m not going to keep doing this if he keeps acting like this.” And makes another pass at me while we’re in an enclosed space like this. Not while he’s incredibly sleep deprived .

“Alright. We’ll comm you the time, then. Probably won’t be while you’re here on a delivery.”

“I’ll make it work.”

You would realize sooner rather than later that eating your own words sucked, considering they told you he’d only be available at 1am the following day.

So much for speaking at a reasonable hour.

#commander fox x reader #barista!reader #clone commander x reader #racy.txt #somebody help this poor man

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