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blkkizzat · 9 months

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ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low.

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower.

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up.

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”.

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter.

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off.

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time.

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth.

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had.

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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed.

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving.

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands.

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin.

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….”

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…”

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks.

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away.

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now.

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken.

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy.

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?”

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face.

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant.

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself.

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken.

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.”

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL.

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?”

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

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“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth.

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open.

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing.

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony.

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you.

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily.

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.”

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume.

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear.

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…”

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate.

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real.

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age.

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit.

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you.

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you.

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace.

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer.

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment.

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands.

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble.

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight.

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

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Puppy Love

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you come home to a surprise from your girlfriend

Warnings: none

WC: 1.3k

A/N: here’s a very short blurb a wrote based off the middle photo of Jessie with the puppy. I’m in the process of working on 3 other fics that are multi part (better boyfriend is one, the other two are stuff that isn’t out yet) those just take a while so I’m taking time to write some small short stuff as well because it prevents my writers block from showing up.

“Oh no come back here with that” you hear your girlfriend yell at someone or something as you walk in the door. You set your keys down and begin to take off your shoes when you feel a warm soft body against the back of your leg. Turning around you see a small brown puppy standing looking up at you, one of your shirts hanging from its mouth.

Only a second later your girlfriend comes flying around the corner into the entryway, nearly slipping with the combination of her speed, her socks, and the tile flooring. She catches herself against the wall and looks up at you with huge eyes.

Jessie looks frazzled in every way. Her hair is sticking out in every direction, her cheeks are bright red as if she’d just been to training, she’s wearing only shorts and a sports bra. You can see a couple red nail scratches across her arms and she’s breathing heavily.

“Jessie.” It doesn’t take long for you to make the assumption that your girlfriend had brought home a puppy.

“Hi.” She gives you a tight lipped smile, just looking up at you before the puppy takes off running again, through your legs and off toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god” you hear Jessie mutter and she turns and chases after it. You’re not even sure if you should follow, still processing the scene that you came home to.

You take a few steps in the direction that Jessie ran off in and see her coming back toward you, a wiggling puppy in her arms. Your shirt now in her hand. She holds the puppy out to you, holding it under its arms like a small baby.

“Hold her.” You don’t have much of a choice so you put your arms out and take the puppy from her. The puppy is small and a little ball of fur in your arms, for a split second you forget that you should be questioning your girlfriend about what is going on. Jessie throws on the shirt the puppy had stolen and holds her arms out to take her back. You hand her back and you two just stand looking at each other, the puppy whining to be put down.

“Jessie, why is there a puppy in our house?”

“She needed a home.” She gives you a quick glance before her attention is redirected to the dog.

“So what? You thought ours was a good option?” You feel your voice raise slightly, you really weren’t mad, just more confused at the impulsive decision Jessie made, and a little frustrated that she hadn’t checked in with you before she brought home a huge responsibility.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Come on babe we’ve thought about it a couple of times.”

She wasn’t wrong the two of you had thought about adopting a dog on a couple occasions now that you lived together, you both wanted one but you never followed through in the process of actually picking out a dog. Something always got in the way.

“The dog came from Niamh’s neighbor, their dog had a bunch of puppies. The rest got adopted but no one wanted her because of her ear.” She holds the dog's ear up for you to see, but it was missing a large portion of it.

“It’s not her fault she was born like that. How could no one want her?” It looks like your girlfriend is on the verge of tears looking at the puppy’s face. “I know I should have asked babe but I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. She’s already house broken and can walk on a leash. Can we keep her please?”

You didn’t have a good reason to say no. You both wanted a dog, you were ready for the responsibility and you couldn’t help but admit how cute it was to see Jessie playing with her. She was poking its nose with her own, the dog trying to lick her face every time she leaned it.

“Sure Jess, we can keep her.”

“Yay! Did you hear that, you can stay.” She is back looking at the dog in her arms, talking to it as if she could understand. The dog just wiggles around, excited by the attention from Jessie not her actual words.

“I haven’t named her yet, I wanted to wait for you.” She sets down the dog and leans toward you, lips pursed waiting for a kiss. You lean in to place your lips to hers, giving her a quick kiss. It’s short and sweet, a nice welcome home.

“When did you have time to pick her up?” You point at the dog who has run over to the doorway and is rolling around on the rug scratching her back.

“After training, I went with Niamh, then we went to the store and bought all the things for her.” She points over to the pile of toys, a bag of food, two bowls, and a crate. You just nod. “She might want to go outside. She goes by the door when she needs to go. She’s so smart. Do you want to join us on a short walk?”

“Sure babe.” Jessie hurries over to where the puppy was rolling, grabbing the leash and harness that had been hung neatly next to both of your keys.

It’s warm out, the sun is just starting to set as you start your first walk with just the three of you as a small family. You walk for a couple minutes before the unnamed puppy starts sitting down, every couple of steps, bored of walking she sits and chomps at the grass.

“Come here.” Jessie says in a high pitched tone, the same tone she used earlier to talk to the puppy. She picks up the dog once again.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Her little legs are probably tired. She’s had a busy day.” You couldn’t help but smile, looking at your girlfriend grinning ear to ear as she held the puppy in her arms. She looks so content with the ball of fur. She carries her for the rest of the walk, letting the puppy lightly bounce in her arms as she walks alongside you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the puppy who you both agreed to name Maple both after her color and because you shot down Jessie’s original idea of naming her Moose but you refused to name the dog after another animal. Early into the night Maple found her own way into the large crate Jessie had bought and lined it with a bed and blankets.

“Look, she's sleeping.” You point out to Jessie as you both were standing in the kitchen waiting on a bag of popcorn to be ready. Jessie looks over to where Maple was, sound asleep in the pile of blankets.

“She’s so cute.”

“I cannot believe you brought home a dog.” You truly were shocked when you walked in the door earlier that day, the last thing you were expecting was a puppy.

“I know, I was a little worried you’d be mad.”

“How could I be when I had her cute face and your cute face both giving me puppy eyes?” You gently grab Jessie’s chin and place a kiss on her lips.

“Plus it’s good practice for when we have kids.” Jessie says when you pull away from her. The thought of having kids with her sends a flutter to your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t be soon, but in the future it was definitely something you both had talked about and wanted.

“Yeah it is but you better not bring home any kids without telling me first.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jflem #jessie fleming x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader

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reyadawn · 5 days

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Dark Depths

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Please, bare with me on this, guys. I'm not as good of a writer as a lot of you are 🙃

Summary: Reader is hunted down in her home by Noah Sebastian. What started off as a game of Cat & Mouse took a dark turn...🤭

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Plus size!Reader

Warnings: 🔞 DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. I'm not responsible for your online reading choices. Language, kissing, hair pulling, choking, degredation, leather glove!kink, knife!kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie

Word Count: Don't know, don't care 😆

Huge shout out to @concreteangel92 for the encouragement to post this. Hats off to you, friend. Hope you all enjoy!

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Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain ran in rivulets down the large bay window of the three story modern home that was nestled in the outskirts of Los Angeles. I wrapped the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders, gingerly sipping from a steaming cup of herbal tea as I stood gazing out at the dark scenery before me. Lightning flashed periodically, creating a brief view of the back yard and privacy trees that shrouded the house.

Upon hearing a comotion from the direction of the kitchen, I half turned looking over my shoulder, a lock of my long hair creating a curtain to shield one side of my face. I meandered into the large kitchen, stopping at the island to look around. The center of the island held a fake floral arrangement I had made along with the lemon chiffon candle I left burning. Nothing else was out of the ordinary until I got to the butcher block and noticed one of the larger kitchen knives missing.

I tossed the throw blanket on the counter along with my tea cup and the cool air hit my exposed shoulders and arms of the thin tank top and lounge pants I wore. I wasn't thrilled about my attire, rarely showing skin because more often than not it showed a stomach that was far from flat and weight that was far from flattering. Thankfully my house mates didn't care at all. They treated me like I was one of them, one of the guys. Except for Noah. He always treated me like a woman, like I was fragile. Dainty, even.

"Jolly?", I called, as I made my way through the house. The livingroom was empty and looked lived in. Throw pillows everywhere, laptops next to drinks on the coffee table and a bowl of half eaten popcorn on the end table. "Nick?". I stopped and listened, the only audible sound was my own labored breathing as my heart started racing.

I slowly made my way to the staircase and nervously glanced up. Where the fuck was everyone? I slowly made my way up, my fingers tracing the polished wood banister and stopped at the end of the dark hallway that faced the east wing. Nick and Nicholas's bedrooms were on the left side of the hallway separated by a Jack & Jill bathroom. Across the hall was Matt's bedroom and a guest room.

Glancing in the opposite direction, I made my way towards the west wing where Jolly, Noah and my bedrooms were. Mine was at the very end next to a spare room that Noah used as the soundproof studio and the bathroom was on the other side. I stopped, noticing just how dark the hallway was. My nervousness was giving way to slight fear. I hated being alone like this, especially in a house this big with no one in sight. The soft sound of a door opening caught my attention and I turned to see Noah's bedroom door ajar, a flash of light telling me it was still storming outside.

I slowly started to make my way to his room, opening the door and I would have shook my head in amusement at the unmade bed and clothes tossed over the back of his gaming chair but the empty feeling that washed over me had me pausing in the center of the room. I looked around but didn't touch anything except for the katana that caught my eye. It was positioned on the wall next to Noah's desk but it hung so high up that my fingertips barely grazed the sheath.

Without warning an arm encircled my waist and a hand clad in a tight leather glove clamped over my mouth. I screamed into the material, the sound muffled. My hands slapped against the wall in front of me for purchase before I was roughly spun around. The same leather-clad hand went back over my mouth and I stared up at Noah in shock. His dark hair fell over lust-filled eyes, pupils blown wide. The black long sleeved shirt he wore was pulled up his forearms revealing the intricate lines and colors of his tattoos. He shoved a muscular thigh between my own, his body pinning me up against the wall.

"You fucking tease. You've been running around this goddamn house in these tiny tank tops with your tits half spiling out", Noah whispered harshly, eyes raking over me like a lovers hand. My cunt clenched and liquid heat filled the thin panties I wore. I swallowed and tried to say something but Noah's hand slipped from my mouth to wrap around my neck, long fingers gently squeezing. Noah's dominant personality is what always drew me to him.

"Noah...", I said hoarsely. "Please". He tipped his head back and laughed mechanically before looking down at me and raising his free hand, the large kitchen knife glinting under the flash of lightning. I wanted to scream, to kick him, punch him, anything. As his lips captured mine in a brusing kiss my decision to fight quickly dissolved. His tongue pushed uninvitedly past my lips as his gloved hand grabbed a handful of my hair to anchor me to him.

Noah suddenly broke the kiss to place open mouthed kisses down the coloumn of my throat and the first pornographic moan escaped my body. I felt a hand shove its way past the waistband of my lounge pants, shoving them down my thighs along wih my panties.

Something cold and sharp touhed my thigh and I whimpered. Noah's gloved hand slapped back over my mouth to silence me. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up. The guys don't need to know what I do to you. Unless you want them to hear you, is that it? Want them to know who fucks that tight cunt of yours? Well, you have to earn this cock and seeing as how you've paraded yourself around the house like a fucking slut, you'll have to wait", Noah said, the knife blade suddenly tracing over my nipples that had pebbled under the thin fabric of my tank.

The sound of material being ripped was deafening as Noah sliced through my tank and tossed the scraps aside before sinking to his knees. The anticipation alone had me trembling as Noah gave no warning as his lips closed around my swollen clit while two long gloved fingers sank inside me. I threw my head back against the wall, screaming out my release as my thighs clamped tighter around his head. Noah suddenly lifted his head, eyes gleaming as he cut and ripped the lounge pants and my panties from my body leaving me naked before him. His dark eyes devoured me like a hungry animal before he stood to his full height and crashed his lips to mine yet again.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands shooting to his shortened locks, tugging on the strands. Noah groweled and tore himself from me and roughly spun me, shoving a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me over his desk. Papers, books, his phone, candy dish and guitar picks crashed the floor but before I could say or do anything, I felt the head of his cock brush through the dripping folds of my cunt and suddenly fill me in one hard thrust. My back bowed and I screamed but Noah's hand pushed me back down as the real onslaught to my pussy began.

"Fucking stay still", Noah groweled, a foot shoving my legs farther apart. His hands griped my hips so hard I was sure there would be bruising as he bullied his cock inside my walls, his cock head pummeling my cervix.

"Noah...you're too big...it wont all fit...stop", I begged. Noah slapped my ass cheek, shifted and his cock sunk inside me the rest of the way. I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me. My release ran down my thighs and Noah's cock as he started ploughing into my cervix.

"God, I love this tight pussy...its mine, all mine...take it...take what I give you...let me destroy this cunt...", Noah breathed in between thrusts. Every hard motion had me sliding up the desk only for his hands to roughly impale me back on his cock. "Look at you...dripping for me...all fucked out and cock drunk...not a thought in that empty head of yours...fuck...Im gonna come soon...", Noah whispered roughly as his hand snaked between us to rub circles over my clit.

My body exploded stealing my breath as my overworked cunt clamped down on the massive club that was stretching, filling and ruining me. My legs could no longer hold me up and as I tried to sink to my knees, Noah hauled me back up to his chest, his hand holding me by my hair to turn my head and slip his tongue past my lips. His thrusts became irratic and he suddenly pulled his lips from mine and tipped his head back onto his shoulders before letting loose an animalistic shout that resounded around his bedroom. I felt his cock pulse inside me and heat fill my lower stomach as he painted my cervix over and over again with thick ropes of come.

Noah let go of me entirely as I slumped over his desk again, trying to catch my breath. Arms gently lifted my body bridal style to his bed and a warm sheet placed over my rapidly cooling body. The bed dipped a moment later as Noah climbed in behind me, encircling his arms and legs around me like a cage. He and I were asleep within minutes as the low rumble of thunder still resounded in the distance...

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@concreteangel92 @amourtoken @livingdeceasedgirl @starsomens @concreteemo @cowpokeomens @philomenie @thefallennightmare @exitwoundsx

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #this ruined me #holy shit

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fawnprincessblog · 2 months

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𝒜𝓃𝓰𝓮𝓁'𝓈 𝒹𝓮𝓋𝓮𝓁𝓸𝓅𝓂𝓮𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎.

(part 1: 'the praise and some coffee') type: slow burn, fluff (tom kaulitz 2015 × fem reader)

includes : teacher × student, childish annoying immature school girl who's name is Angel (you), teacher tom, wannabe teacher's pet, age gap. tom is 25, angel is 17. plot : angel, a young, childish and innocent honour student was shunned by her schoolmates due to her being a teacher's pet, but none of that mattered whenever she ran into her favorite teacher, Tom, that she so deeply admired, who she swears on her life she will serve until the day she dies. despite being favourited by many other teachers, tom does not favour her due to her clingy behaviour. she may be smart but her hormones play a huge part in her schooling life as well.

bambi's note! : hello sweeties :3 i don't really wanna explain much but i think you guys will be sick of hearing the same lame excuse to why i disappear quite frequently. writer block makes me want to suicide sometimes, i've been trying my hardest to write, this took me months to finally put tgt. crazy that it's short too. i have drafts from last year in my docs. im also an art student, so it makes it hard to tackle both things rn. anyway, have fun reading part one of 'Angel's development diary ' :3

“Everyone now turn to page 74,” Tom instructs, his voice sharp and echoing across the classroom. The whole room was silent, only he could be heard. Nobody would disrespect a man like him, for he was rather strict, and serious, his only intention being to get his point across and educate his students. That’s what the majority saw in him.

Well, except for one person. That was Angel. The honour student of her class.

Angel saw what other people did not care about. Despite being the very sophisticated and refined teacher everyone knew, to her he was so much more. Tom was a young, 25 year-old Maths teacher. She admired that strong body structure of his, and the way his face features all fit together. The way his hair was always worn in a messy bun, a few strands poking out the front, had just added to his good looks. He wasn’t over-dressed, like those wannabe scientists-looking teachers in her physics classes; he was rather usually seen in t-shirts. On special occasions, she got to see him in a suit.

He wasn’t the kind to play around. He expected all his students to pass his class with flying colours, not one left behind. In fact, all teachers wished the same. In such a popular and very high-class school, of course every single student had to be well-behaved and supremely knowledgeable.

The school Angel went to was one with a high standard of academic and extracurricular achievements. It has a strong emphasis on academics and often has a highly selective acceptance rate, which makes it difficult to get in. She was quite lucky. The campus has beautiful architecture, state-of-the-art facilities, and ample resources for students' academic and personal development. The faculty members are very well-educated and experienced in their respective fields, and the school often has a high student-teacher ratio. The students are often from wealthy families with a strong academic focus, and the school often boasts a high graduation rate.

Coming from such a school that was great and had put Angel’s reputation in great hands meant no mistakes were to be made at all. She had to maintain her good grades. And one thing is for sure: she couldn’t possibly keep having dirty thoughts about her teacher.

“Hey, you,” Tom called out, snapping his fingers twice. “Angel?”

She snapped out of her trance almost immediately, a little startled by his tone. “Oh—yes?” she responds, heat evidently rising in her cheeks the moment he had called out her name. Oh, when he said her name, it only served to heighten her arousal. His voice was so strong and firm, it made her squirm in her seat like a damn worm. All those dirty thoughts wouldn’t go away.

“Are you gonna pay attention? Or is daydreaming the only thing you like to do?” Tom asked, folding his muscular arms across his chest, staring right into her soul. He had this scary glare that usually put most students in fear, but to her, it was attractive. His dominant demeanour when teaching a lesson made her imagine all these horrendous things, like how he was in bed.

“N-No—! Um, I was listening,” Angel responds, clearing her throat. She shifted a little in her seat, tugging at the hem of her red plaid skirt. She was wet. So uncomfortably wet and aroused, she would’ve probably left a stain on the chair if she had gotten up.

“I hope so,” Tom grunted, turning back to the chalkboard to continue writing those endless amounts of Math sums. It was overwhelming to look at; all of the numbers bunched together, the dusty residue of the chalk making it even worse. It was a lot to take in, however that was just how it was.

His teaching continued, his voice loud and clear. Angel diligently started writing down her notes, trying to keep up with his pace. Being such a good student, she had become fond of his teachings, and she was expected to have one of the highest marks among the rest, even if everyone else was already good.

An honour student. That’s what she was. Supposedly, she was the teacher’s pet.

She did well, joined every possible club and involved herself in every school event, making sure she was obtaining high merit points that boosted her reputation in her school. Angel was simply a good little girl that most teachers did like, but the other students, and for some reason, Tom, did not like her. They found her exasperating.

The bell rings. Class is over, and Tom is preparing a stack of worksheets to hand out to the class on the way out. “Alright class, tomorrow I wanna see all your worksheets full of numbers. All correct and no mistakes. I believe I’ve taught you all enough on this topic, so I expect perfect answers,” he announces. “You can pack up and leave now.”

“Sir!” Angel calls out, rising from her seat abruptly, making everyone else pause from their packing up. Majority rolled their eyes. “You forgot to take attendance. Usually you take attendance every morning before class but since you forgot the checklist you said you would—”

“Right, right, okay,” Tom interrupts, an exasperated sigh followed right after. Clearly, he was pissed. Angel was quite aware that he disliked her try-hard behaviour, in fact, she was aware everyone did. Of course as an honour student she was made to please the teachers with good grades and behaviour, but the other students knew clearly she acted the most clingy around Tom. She saw past his strict demeanour and she acted like a child around him. Always trying to point out the simplest things, always reminding him about his meetings, always trying to get him his coffee, always trying to help him out at any damn chance she got— Angel was desperate and needy for his love. She was willing to make him love her. She wanted to be his favourite student.

He notwithstanding, saw her as a confounded girl who was beating a dead horse. A try-hard, annoying, clingy little bitch that stuck to him like a damn tick. It irritated him when she acted like his little servant.

But Angel liked it. She didn’t care.

“Since you wanna help so much, get the checklist for me,” Tom tells her rather bluntly, clicking a pen in his hand as he speaks. Angel’s ears perk up at his request. “What? Really?” she asks, eyes full of joy. That annoying excited voice—it made his ears bleed.

“Go get it, it's in my office,” Tom says. “And hurry. Your classmates wanna leave class.”

“Consider it done, sir!” she enthused, immediately dashing towards the door and running straight to his office. Like a little slave, she did everything for him.

Recess time. One of the times where Angel would bother her favourite teacher the most. Even if she was trying to be helpful, she usually came off as a nuisance. He was an earnest and disciplined man, always keeping up with his set schedule. During break he’d grab coffee in the teacher’s lounge, discuss some things with his colleagues, or he’d take the coffee straight to his office so he can finish up paperwork. However he wasn’t the only one who kept to his schedule…

“Hi sir,” she greeted excitedly, grinning like an idiot. She blocked him, not allowing him to continue walking through the school hallway, which was empty since everyone else was at the cafeteria. “Where will you be taking yourself to today? Do you need help with anything?

He lets out a breath, trying his hardest to not let her irritate him right now. Angel being around him was something he couldn’t possibly avoid. It was an everyday thing now. “No,” he said simply. He then looked around. “Do I look like I need help?” His tone was dripping with sarcasm. Angel could tell, but she couldn’t be bothered.

“You may not be holding anything that I could help you carry, but there’s other things I can help with,” Angel says. “Like, your coffee. Do you want me to get your coffee?” She was just so damn innocent acting like a maid trying to please him with every chance she got. She really acted like life was all unicorns and rainbows, like she had not a single issue in the world.

“For the last time, I can get it myself. You’ve been asking this everyday now,” Tom sighs. “Shouldn’t you be eating? It’s recess. Go eat.”

“I already have,” Angel replies with that annoying giggle right after, making him clench his jaw. She was insufferable. That giggle was ingrained into his mind. He could recognise it from a mile away.

“Okay, good. Now if you don’t mind, you can just mov—”

“One sachet of the coffee mix, two teaspoons of sugar and some milk to top it off,” she interrupted, making him raise an eyebrow. “You use the blue mug. Always the blue mug,” she added.

“You know my coffee?” he asked, a little disturbed by her knowledge on how he liked his coffee. His eyes narrowed to slits, peering at her.

“Yep,” she replies, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. To him, she was a complete stalker at this point. “You have about 12 minutes to go to the teacher’s lounge and get your coffee, and return back to your office to finish marking off the recent test you gave us before you have to rush to the meeting you have with Mr.Harrison about the new changes we’re making to the school’s mural art.”

“What?” he said, almost wanting to laugh in disbelief. That was way too many words for him to comprehend. “You know my schedule?”

“Well I memorised it,” she shrugged. “Tuesday’s and Fridays you stay in your office during break. All the other days you’re eating at the teacher’s lounge.

What the hell, he thought, looking at her with the most perplexed look he’s ever plastered onto his perfect face. “What are you doing, stalking me? My schedule is printed on paper and left in the drawer of my desk—”

“It’s also printed in my mind,” she joked, pointing a finger to her temple.

He looks at her, bewildered. Completely uneasy. He didn’t like this. He knew she always had this weird thing for him, but he didn’t think she was this peculiar, knowing his schedule and all. Tom was taken aback by her behaviour, but he remained unruffled for now. It wasn’t too surprising, since she had been doing this for a while; asking him if she could get his coffee, but he had always declined. In the past, she had been randomly reminding him about his meetings, or anything he planned to do on that day, which he also found annoying, but today she really surprised him, wording out his entire plan for today.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I know my own schedule, I don’t need you to tell me,” he says.

“I know. You’re very smart. But, I figured you’d like help,” she says, grinning.

He had to get rid of her. This damn pest of a student. “I don’t. Not right now. So, If you don’t mind, Angel, please move aside so I can go.” He tries to walk past her, but she stubbornly blocks him again.

“C’mon, I’m sure you need someone to get your coffee,” Angel insisted, looking at him with those set of pathetic eyes, ones that he insanely hated to look at. She was small, pretty, and sweet, but she was tiring. He didn’t like her. “Angel…” he sighed, wanting to snap at her, but he held back; he may be strict, but there was no reason to be shouting at a student who just wanted to help so badly, right? “...Fine. Get my coffee, bring it to my office. Now.” he finally relented, looking down at her rather annoyed that he had forced himself to give in. Oh, she really had her ways.

“Yes, sir!” Angel exclaims, smiling widely, and she dashed off, disappearing immediately. Tom folded his arms, watching the pesky little girl run off to get his coffee like a slave. She obeyed him so much, wanting to do anything just for his attention. He chuckled a little, he couldn’t help himself.

“One coffee,” she says, placing the blue ceramic mug onto his desk slowly, as if she were a waitress. Tom had been busy on his computer, going over some emails while waiting. She had returned rather quickly. Tom flashed her a faint smile, and he took the cup, taking a small sip. She had got it right. It tasted exactly like how he wanted.

Wait for the praise, wait for the praise, Angel thought in her mind, eagerly looking at him for a positive reaction with big, innocent eyes.

“It’s exactly how I like it, Angel,” Tom finally says, looking up at her. He noticed her small hands fidgeting with the hem of her school skirt. “Good job,” he finally praised, his voice low and soothing.

Angel’s cheeks immediately flushed pink. Everytime he gave her praise, her arousal hit her like a brick. She couldn’t contain herself. She could already feel herself soaking her panties. “N-No problem, sir…” Angel says, her lips slowly curling into a nervous grin. She squeezed her thighs together a little, trying to contain herself.

“You may go now,” he says.

“Y-Yes,” she nods, bowing a little as a sign of respect. She then left.

Tom did not know the effect he had on this girl. If only he could ease that ache.

#tokio hotel #love #boyfriend #tom kaulitz #smut #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader

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eveningepiphany · 9 months

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welcome to the final show | H.S, part 3

my masterlist!

part one and part two!

summary: harry goes over to y/ns hotel for a good old room service dinner, also getting a little tipsy on wine, while starting to blur some lines. and it’s not long before things are no longer just between the two of them.

warnings: fluff, swearing, alcohol, getting a lil wine drunk, paparazzi, being confused on if you’re falling in love or just really good friends.

a/n: i’m so excited to finally have this written for you all! i’ve had some pretty bad writers block, hence the delay in getting it to you, but thank you so much again for your support and I hope you enjoy <3

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There’s a certain type of attatchment that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s when things start to flourish. Maybe with a hobby, a passion, or a new found person. One your brain decides to put all its focus and interest on, to the point it’s all consuming.

This one gets stuck to you like glue. Hard to shake in the sense of no matter how hard you try to ignore it, it’s all you can think about.

Losing yourself in daydreams of something or someone without even realising, until you’re reaching for anything that will bring you closer to filling that need.

That’s exactly what’s leading you to be reaching for your phone at any given point of the day.

You imagine many perceive it to be a permanent growth on your person. But you can hardly help it. Texting is a simple way to reach someone. Feel connected.

So, safe to say you’ve messaged Harry more than your own family over the course of this trip.

You’ve become attached. To Harry Styles. Again…?

Of course, being a huge fan it’s easy to say you should probably already be accustomed to this, given your level of obsession.

But this is a whole other ball game. One that is becoming like an internal battle. Your already unhealthy and predisposed infatuation paired with now a real physical connection is enough to render you useless.

You reach for your phone. Text him, your brain begs. You consider. No, stop being clingy you loser, your brain rolls her metaphorical eyes. You place the phone down. Stare at a wall. Think about him. Rinse, repeat.

Not normal, you don’t think.

However, you search for some kind of justification. That you’re just good friends, and all that shit. It’s normal to miss someone you’re friends with.

If he considers you as that.

Which you would hope since you’ve been texting him enough it would be concerning if he saw you as just some mutual of his.

You’re also sitting in a cafe, unfortunately without him right now. Eating a croissant wishing that he were here. Allowing your gaze to linger on the chair across from yourself, imagining his solid frame filling up the empty space. What he would do if you stood up and ran a hand through his hair, maybe lent down a little so you could just—

The ring of the bell atop their entrance chimes and drags you out if your dangerous and spiralling thoughts. And for some reason get excited like you’ve somehow manifested this man to walk through the cafe door by thinking of him.

Feeling silly at the nag of disappointment in your stomach as you see an ordinary bloke saunter over to the till.

Maybe one you would check out, or emit some kind of interest in before you properly met Harry. You would feel disloyal now. Like the parasocial relationship has entered an entirely new level of psychotic.

If it’s still parasocial, that is. Or if now you’re just simply a girl with very cloudy and mixed feelings about a very beautiful man.

You audibly sigh out. Eating the final bite of your admittedly delicious croissant and picking up your phone.

You type out a message, sending it before you can even think it.

I’m in a cafe right now without you and you’ve honestly ruined them for me. I miss you and your free cups of tea.

Without me? Rude.

You laugh at his quip, watching as the little bubble pops back up indicating he’s typing.

I’m out right now, but if you’re not busy later we can do something? Go out or I can come over to yours.

You pluck mindlessly at your bottom lip with your teeth, how could you say no to that?

You stress over it either way.

well, you’re very welcome to come over to my hotel room. we can order room service if you want?

To this he texts back an agreement, seemingly keen. And you realise immediately you have to tidy your room before he comes over.

You swing him the location of where you’re staying, including your room and floor number.

Thank you love, ill be there in like 3 hours say? If that works for you.

At that, you stand, because who are you if not over-prepared. And it was time to go make sure your room didn’t like a war had been waged in it when he came over for the first time.

Cant be having a bad impression, you figured.

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You did in fact rush back to your hotel complex. Not even stopping a crepe stall you passed by, which had to be a first for you. You clean the place until it appears well-kept at the least.

And once you’re finished, you easily fall back into overthinking the whole thing. So excited, yet getting those anxious jitters like a caffeine addict 12 hours no coffee.

Which is why you decide to busy yourself with an afternoon shower. And at the time you’d still had over an hour to go.

You take of course longer than you intended, and shortly after you come out there’s a knock at your door, easily making you jump as you tug a shirt over your head. Regretting the last minute decision for a shower since now you have wet hair and probably look like a right mess.

But it’s not like you can leave him out there while you go blow dry your hair, so you rush over to the door, and tug it open.

His brows shoot up, and a smile slowly blooms on his face as he takes in your appearance.

Your hair is still near dripping, and you stand in bike shorts and a loose tshirt. The most casual he’s ever seen you. Which he loved the look on you more than he admits to himself.

“Hi darling,” he smirks, a warm feeling settling over him as he keeps his eyes on you.

“Hey, Harry.” You stand for a few moments longer, finally shuflling out of his way to let him through the door. He is adorning a white shirt and has the cutest little bandana around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” You laugh, gesturing him inside, “I was drastically overestimating how long it would take me to shower… hence why im in this state.”

He pulls a hand from behind his back, a cup being presented to you.

“Don’t be silly, y’not in a state at all.”

“You’re joking—“ You gently take the cup from his ringed hands, “Harry!”

“M’sorry, m’sorry. I saw a coffee van on the way and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Did you get one for you?”

“No, but I did have a little sip of yours.” He confesses with a quiet laugh. But he quickly busies himself with your room, padding around and peeking out the balcony window.

You take a sip, watching him examine your space. Grateful you cleaned it.

He asks you a few questions about random things in your room, and you settle yourself on the foot of your bed, cross-legged.

You didn’t really think about the lack of seating in your one man room. But this hardly bothers Harry, since he’s scoped up the room service menu from wherever he found it, and sat next to you.

“Alright… what d’we have.” He talks to himself, opening up the menu and scanning over the foods.

You discuss the options, settling on a pizza and pasta to share, because, well, you’re in Italy.

The night progresses easily as time always seems to do when you’re together, and you fake fight over the best kind of pasta sauce. But he lets you have to last slice of pizza so peace is made shortly after.

“Should we order a wine or something? T’wash the pasta down.” He suggests as the sun begins setting.

“Why not, I won’t say no to some wine.”

That gets ordered to your door, and you go from the foot of the bed to lazing at the head of it. Sipping on wine and recounting old stories, or discussing stupid topics.

“Do you think the chicken or the egg came first?” You swirl your glass around, eyes shifting to look at his side profile as he gazes at your roof.

His cute nose outlined by the warm light off the lamp, which you flicked on in the corner after it got dark.

He bursts out into a laugh, “what kind of question is that?”

“I feel like it indicates the sort of person someone is.” You shrug, smiling.

“What like it gives you an intel on my personality?”

“Something like that.” You nod, “and decides if we have to stop being friends, if you answer the wrong one.”

He grins, “Well, maybe tell me which one to pick so we don’t have to do that.”

“Awh, so you don’t want to stop being friends?” You coo, still staring at him, watching as his eyes flick from the roof over to you.

“Of course not, who else am I meant to go on cafe dates with.” He laughs.

You’re both teetering on the edge of being tipsy, and it’s evident in the way you’re both talking to one another. Borderline flirting, probably a more fitting way to describe it.

“True, because I’d be very hard to replace.” You snort with sarcasm, taking the another sip of wine.

“You would be! I love our little dates.” He smiles, the second time he’s dropped the word date in the last minute.

You’ve scooted closer to one another somehow. Shoulder to shoulder as you steal glances of his beautiful face. Maybe this was subconscious, or on purpose. But you’re drawn to him like a magnet.

“So do I…” You flush.

“I’m a little tipsy.” You clarify, breaking the searing eye contact and looking at the near-empty glass in your hand. A fourth refill would easily tip you over the edge.

He lets out a quiet laugh, “Wine gone to y’head too?”

“Mhm, and I have a track record of poor decision making when I have too much of it.” You recall the plenty of times you did the stupidest shit just because you were wine drunk. Hoping that does not happen tonight.

“Might have to see it one day.”

“One day…” you agree, but you realise that you’re not really in Italy for much longer. You have about a week and a half left now.

“I… Harry,” you turn your body to face him, and he sits up a little, noticing the almost serious tone to your voice.

“I’m leaving soon.” You blurt it out, because it’s the only topic of conversation you’ve both been steering clear of. The thing neither of you want to address because eventually this won’t be easy to do. Who knows how many miles could get out between you.

And it almost hurts you to admit yourself because… where exactly does that leave you both?

Does your contact end when you leave Italy? Do you become people who occasionally text on a bi-monthly basis?

He draws a breath, “So am I.”

You let out your own tortured sigh, turning to pop your glass on the beside table and then lean your head onto his shoulder.

Your heart jumps at the contact, and somewhere in your brain, sober Y/N lets out a gasp, because she would never have the balls to do that.

So the wine maybe was a great idea…?

He wraps an arm around your back, “I go back to London after this.”

“Second week of August as well?” You pray it’s not earlier than the start of the month, since tomorrow is literally the 1st.

“Yea, the 13th.” He nods and it’s the only tiny shred of relief you’re getting from all this. That there’s still time left.

“I fly out on the 12th.” You say quietly.

But there’s a small silence that consumes you both for the first time since you met. Because you’re kind of exasperated for options right now. What do you say to someone who is going to inevitably slip from your grip.

You shake your head at nothing in particular, moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders, since words really weren’t going to cut it.

Somewhere in his muddled brain he notes this is the second time you’ve ever initiated a hug. And he leans into it, the arm he had around your back tugging you infinitely closer.

Your cheek is pressed to his neck, and you swear you feel his lips ghosting over the top of your head.

Slowly, you pull back. And he watches you with sharp green eyes. You hold that gaze, until he’s the one that breaks it. Stifling a groan with his hand, covering his face.

You look at him quizzically.

“I like this more than I probably should.” He gestures now between the two of you.

You chuckle, a tiny flutter in your stomach announcing it’s presence.

“So we’re making the most of the time left in Italy, then?” You put forward, ready to nearly wipe your schedule clean for the man.

Which, who could blame you?

“What are y’doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing, if you’re the one asking.” You laugh, and he smiles wide at your comment.

“Oh, is that so darling?”

You roll your eyes in attempt to be convincing, “of course, you always buy me tea so…”

“Well, that decides we’re going to another cafe I suppose.” His hand reaches for his phone strewn on the quilt somewhere, pulling up google maps to find some nearby cafes.

You perch your head back onto his shoulder to watch him scroll through the options. He stumbles on a beautiful looking one, less than a 10 minute walk away. He looks to see if you approve.

He peers down to where you rest on his frame, smiling unwillingly at the sight of you. Your own eyes trailing up to meet his.

And he swears they linger on his lips. Just for a fraction of a second.

“Mh, what d’ya think.” He gets out, voice suddenly several octaves lower. Almost gravelly.

You almost audibly gulp at the sound of him. Hyperaware of his existence right now, you could nearly zone out thinking about the strength of his arm muscle that’s right now pressed against you.

“Yea… yea that looks amazing. And tomorrow, what time?” Your hands fiddle with themselves in your lap.

“How about 1, since you’re probably gonna wanna sleep in a bit.” He suggests, free hand pushing his curls from his eyes.

The way he knows you’re probably going to want to sleep in. God.

“I’m down.” (Bad)

A smile erupts over your face, and you almost forget that the clock is still ticking. That you only have so long left here.

Which ‘almost forgetting’ isn’t enough to stifle the urge to use it as some kind of yolo shit. Because that is unbelievably strong. Like why not just invite him to stay the night?

Maybe another glass of wine and you can gaslight yourself into cuddling him and just falling asleep. He wouldnt leave unless he had to, so it’s an almost flawless plan.

———

The plan infact, was flawless.

To say the least, he slept at yours. In your bed.

I mean you don’t really remember it, since you talked into the early hours of the morning and drank some more alcohol to really top it all off.

You woke up under the covers, still clutching onto Harrys side.

He was already awake, scrolling on his phone, seemingly unbothered by the fact your head had taken residency on his chest.

You take the initiative to glance at the time in the upper-right corner of his phone, a little shocked when it reads 11:47am.

You do groan at the morning light streaming in the windows immediately after seeing the time though.

“G’morning. D’ya have a headache?” He asks with what you can only assume is the end of his morning voice. Which although just a taste, is enough to send you spiralling.

It’s also around now you realise he’s stripped down into boxers— still clad in his white shirt. What the fuck!

You struggle to form a coherent response.

“Morning. A little.” Your voice comes out as a hum.

Somehow, considering you’re cuddling him right now and you literally just slept in the same bed all night, both of you outwardly are quite relaxed about it.

Nothing is awkward. It feels lovely.

“I want a croissant so bad.” You huff, sitting up, stomach growling like as if you hadn’t eaten in a whole 24 hours.

“So, you’re the kind of person that’s hungry immediately after they wake up?” He laughs, hand coming to push the locks of your bed hair out of your face.

Outside of the sheer domesticity of that (which makes you literally have heart palpitations), your hair is a proper train wreck.

The humidity in Italy has made it horrific.

“I guess I am right now?” You reply to his previous ask, combing your fingers through the locks.

“Jesus Christ.” You curse at its uncooperativeness.

“Y’know that episode of friends where Monica complains about how the humidity fucks her hair, she was so right.”

“I love friends.” He immediately gasps, nearly jolting upright in excitement.

You laugh at his enthusiastic reaction, noting that you have to somehow find time over the next week to watch an episode or two with him.

“And if it’s any consolation, I think your hair looks great.”

“Yea well, it’s not like you’d really be able to relate to the frizzy hair. Since yours look so perfect all the time.” You joke.

This evokes a genuine flush on his face, “Alright, Y/N, calm it down.”

He’s laughing but you swear he actually looks a little flustered. Without the wine as a confidence booster, he seemed like suddenly he didn’t know how to take a compliment.

Unbelievable to you since he probably gets that many a day from strangers on the street.

“I, am going to get up and get ready then, so we can go out and eat.” You state, excited to be seemingly spending the majority of the day with him.

He holds back the urge to beg you to stay in bed with him, and says something nonchalant as if he doesn’t mind you getting up. But when you pad off to the bathroom he stares at your now empty space. And immediately shivers at the lack of your body warmth, despite the already warm humid weather.

After a few trips in and out of the bathroom you come out looking beautiful. And he has to get himself up and ready to go in attempt to not overthink it.

You craved his closeness the whole time it took you to prepare for the day. Every few minutes you’d get this almost overpowering urge to just go out there and throw yourself back into his arms.

It’s borderline pathetic. But now you’ve had him in your bed, his strong arms coddled around you, it’s very hard to not to be just that. His physical presence is perfect and comforting. You’re attached to that as much as any other aspect of him.

He puts on his pants, which were folded neatly on his own bedside table, plucking out the car keys in his pocket, “Im gonna nick down to my rental car, because I have an extra button up in there, so I’ll wear that out.”

He comes back and changes into said white button up, stripping his worn shirt off and leaving it somewhere.

Just like that, you’re ready to go, and you both decide to walk the short way there. It was too nice a morning to not.

The whole walk you’re chatting away as usual. But it’s paired with this newfound physical aspect. The way you so obviously want to be close it hurts.

Yet somehow you both act like it’s nothing. That the brushes of hands and shoulder as you’re in step beside each other is a simple coincidence.

And that when you get breakfast, the two croissants and shared cookie is just a friendly thing. In your head you’re even playing off the touching all throughout breakfast.

Which sounds dirty— but just the little conversational touches. Like a hand reaching out to touch a forearm in laughter, acting as if it adds something important to the moment being shared.

Or that somehow when you leave the cafe, with two takeaway cups of tea, the hands that end up interlinked softly between the two of you is just…

Well… who even knows anymore?

Because you’re walking through italy beside Harry— who is talking about his favourite kind of playground equipment, regardless of if he’s a near thirty year old man— all while holding your hand.

And to take a moment, because it’s important, his hands are everything they’re talked up to be. Littered with chunky rings and calloused fingertips from the years of guitar playing. Yet contrasted by his soft palms, which cups yours with this delicateness it almost brings a tear to your eye.

You also pray that your own hand isn’t sweating profusely in his grasp, because you wouldn’t put a clammy hand past yourself. The already humid weather paired with your anxiety surrounding this whole situation is quite literally the match made in hell.

Nothing about this can be passed off as casual to your brain anymore. You’re literally about to implode.

But you strive to hide it. So you solider on.

“I’m a seesaw girl okay. Hear me out—“

“No, I can totally see that!” He interjects, and you chuckle at his quick agreement to your statement.

“Right? They are so much fun. And even though I nearly took a tooth out playing on one when I was 7, I can still recognise they are superior.”

To that he laughs and bumps his shoulder into yours, “I mean I love that. I’m probably a swing person, I feel like no matter the age I will always be down for it.”

You can agree that a swing is a solid second favourite for you. And as you talk about that point with him, you don’t realise you’ve walked the whole ‘scenic’ route back to your hotel until you turn the corner and the entrance is around the corner ahead. And the way you went usually takes an extra 20 minutes.

It went so fast.

“Are you gonna head off or… come back up with me?” You ask gingerly, the hand not interlaced with his fiddling with the fabric of your clothing.

“Not sick of m’yet?”

“Never…” You shake your head, smiling as he gleams at your answer.

“M’flattered. The feelings mutual love,” he chuckles, “However I do have to go remind my family I’m alive. But it’ll only take about a day until they’re pleased for me to ditch them.”

Gently runs his thumb over your knuckles, whether it be subconsciously or not, “So tomorrow night ill come back over to yours for dinner if you y’want?”

You smile, a little sappy over the way he’s working a plan out like you’re both teenagers, “Yea, thats perfect, and we can try something else off the menu.”

“Maybe, if you want,” he begins carefully, “after that you can come over to where we’re staying. Meet my mum and sister. They’ll love you.”

Now you’re nearly bursting at the seems, “Oh, I would love that, H!”

“Okay, it’s a plan then.” He agrees, pulling his keys from his pocket.

You bid your farewells for the night, unlinking hands and being left with a tingling sensation in it, one that you wonder if he’s also getting.

You go to your hotel room and feel full with joy.

He is all too sweet for this world. And you’re a little obsessed.

———

Although Italy being in Italy feels like being in a bubble, and like you’re so far away from the real world, it is unfortunately a purely mental one.

And there’s one thing about a headspace like that, and it’s just how quickly it can be popped.

At midnight that night a notification pops up on your phone, one that when you open, you have to physically put your phone down.

harryflorals:

what do i even caption this post because is that who i think it is or am i officially delusional? “HARRY WITH A FAN FROM THE LAST SHOW, HOLDING HANDS IN ITALY!” correct me if I’m wrong YALL idek anymore.

And this time, there’s no grain saving your ass. Because this was taken on what, quality wise, looks like a digital camera.

Which has made it so painstakingly obvious that it’s you. And you don’t even remember it being taken?

It was when you were walking back from the cafe, holding hands probably talking about fucking seesaws.

And everyone has caught on fast, because in the comments it’s an all out frenzy.

So, cats officially out of the bag.

———

y’all can expect a part four considering i lowkey left this on a cliffhanger 😝 so its on its way my loves

update: next part, PART 4!

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honeybubblebeeeeee · 9 months

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FORCETIMING KYLO X FEM!READER

(Imagine like Feyre and Rhys in ACOTAR speaking through their bond but it's you and Kylo through the force :P)

also low key wanna make this into a fic

You stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself. "That's disappointing I was watching that." Kylo's voice sounded in your head. You gasp and swat at him through the force. Kylo flinched in his seat as an invisible hand swatted at him. He looked around the meeting room at all the people to see if anyone notice. At least no one could see the huge smile on his face as your voice floated through his mind. "Perv." His laugh echoed in your head as you left the bathroom and moved to the bedroom, looking through your closet. "I can't help it. I've been away from you for too long." You dropped your towel as you lazily searched through your closet for something to wear. Kylo shifted in his seat, his length hardening. Thankfully his robes were long enough to cover him. "Should I be putting on a show for you then?" Your voice ran along his skin. He wasn't listening to whatever Hux was saying now. All of his focus was on you. You pulled out a red lacy matching lingerie set. One you knew was Kylo's favourite. A low groan sounded from him. You slowly and teasingly put it on. He wasn't speaking but you could feel his need. You topped it off by grabbing one of his large sweaters and throwing it on. It just barely was long enough to cover your ass. You flopped on the bed dramatically, the sweater riding up. "You're making this very difficult my star." Your guilty giggles only put him farther on edge. Regardless of what you wore you always were beautiful to him but he had gone too long without your touch. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood. Everyone turned to him but he simply walked out ignoring Hux's yelling. He moved swiftly to the hangar that housed his TIE fighter. He wanted you and he wanted you now. "Kylo what are you doing?!" You sat up abruptly as his voice caressed your mind. "I'm coming for you my star."

(also send requests! i appreciate them they help smmmm with writers block <3)

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Hiii!!! Request for Yuta, where reader knows Yuta has a crush on them, and gives them time to confess but ends up getting fed up with how shy he is, and just blurts out how much they like him, in the most random setting. luv ur writing btw (:

surprise confession | yuta x reader

word count | 1k+

note | IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! also sorry this took so long anon!! i got stuck on what random scenario to use, originally i was going to have the reader confess on a roller coaster but somehow it changed. if anyone wants me to write a roller coaster version lmk 👍 (also sorry if he’s a ooc im having a huge writers block moment 😣)

You thought yourself to be a patient person, truly, but Yuta’s hesitance was beginning to drive you insane.

At first his shy behavior was cute. The shared glances, the way his cheeks would turn a cute shade of red whenever you complimented him, the way he’d stumble over his words when trying to compliment you back; you couldn’t get enough of it. Any day now he would pull you aside and pour his heart out to you.

But quickly a day turned into a couple of days, which turned into weeks, which then turned into months.

And quickly your patience ran out.

You began to think your feelings were once sided. Maybe you had just imagined everything. Maybe you had projected your own feelings onto him which caused you to misinterpret every gesture, word, and action. Had you simply over analyzed every encounter, searching for any hidden meanings behind his every action?

Doubt began to cloud your mind. You began to withdraw yourself from him, hoping that your limited actions would help your feelings disappear.

It wasn’t until while roaming the halls late at night you heard Yuta having a secret conversation with Panda that you confirmed it.

“Just tell them already!” Panda’s hushed voice was immediately silenced by another.

“I can’t!” That had to be Yuta.

“What do you mean you can’t? You like them, just ask them out!”

The two bickering voices began to grow distant when they started walking away from you. You stood leaning against the wall, a giant smile making its way onto your face.

With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest you happily walked back to your room.

Despite the conversation you heard between the two, nothing changed.

In fact, it seemed as though Yuta’s shyness increased, making it harder for you to even talk to him at all. You’ve thought about making the first move and asking him out first, but every time you try and bring up casually hanging out together, alone, he stutters out an excuse to talk to you later and nearly runs out the room.

At this point, you’re not even sure what to think. Instead of trying to come up with possible ideas as to why Yuta wouldn’t say anything, you've come to accept the fact he likely isn’t looking to be in a relationship. Which, given the whole Rika situation, makes sense. So instead, in an attempt to try and move on again, you went back to avoiding him.

“(Y/n), Yuta!” Maki called out, catching both you and Yuta’s attention. She began walking towards the both of you and gestured to the field behind her. “Both of you, on the field now. It's your turn to spar.”

But it seemed the universe had different plans for the both of you.

Before you even had a chance to protest, Maki and Panda walked past the two of you. “When I get back we’ll switch, until then keep sparring.” Maki stated, seemingly knowing you didn’t agree with the pairing.

You watched as they walked away, feeling Yuta’s eyes on you. Without saying a word, you stand up and grab your weapon and begin walking over to the field. As much as you didn’t want to be paired up with him, there's no use in arguing about it. You wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama that would come from asking to spar with someone else.

Once the two of you stood across each other you initiated the first move, charging at him with a force you normally wouldn’t use.

Yuta definitely noticed, stumbling a couple of times trying to keep up with your pace. “Hey, did I do something wrong?” Yuta asked, grunting as he tried to hold back the force of your wooden spear with his own.

“No, what makes you say that?” You respond, backing away to prepare another attack.

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me—” Yuta stumbles back when you suddenly attack, struggling to keep up with your pace. “What did I do to make you so upset?!”

Hearing those words made something snap in you. “That’s just it! You’ve done nothing!!” You yelled.

Yuta stumbled back, landing on his back while looking at you with wide eyes at your sudden outburst.

“I’ve waited and waited for you to say anything. I heard you and Panda talking in the hallway the other night, I know you like me, but it sucks just waiting around for something to happen! I’m upset because I like you too! A lot actually!!”

Yuta’s jaw slightly drops, watching as your eyes begin to water.

You quickly turn away from him and wipe your eyes. You didn’t expect to let it all out at that moment, but just hearing what he said combined with that confused look on his face made you angry. You felt as if you were the only one suffering in this situation.

The realization of what you said began to kick in and you felt your ears burn with embarrassment. Did you seriously just blurt out how much you liked him in the middle of sparring? You were definitely going to remember this moment years into the future when you’re trying to go to sleep.

Standing up, Yuta hesitantly approached you, afraid any subtle movement from him would make you run away. He clears his throat, catching your attention. You hesitantly look back at him, feeling even more embarrassed when you see Yuta’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, honestly, I had no idea how to approach you about it and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how I felt..”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you and put you on the spot like that. Just, ignore what I said—”

“No!!”

His sudden yell startled you. Seeing the look on your face Yuta retracts his hand, you kinda wish he didn’t move his hand away. “I don’t want to ignore what you said. Um, how about after we finish practicing we.. go out to eat? Would that be okay?” He hesitantly asked.

You took a moment to respond, taking in how his eyes shifted from you to the ground, his cheeks slowly becoming more red by the minute. Struggling to hold back a smile you nod.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

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cordeliawhohung · 6 months

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Liquid Smooth [4]

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bodyguard!Gaz x fem!model!Reader

After the break in at your home a week ago, your manager hires another bodyguard for extra security. However, Kyle is certain he's more than capable of taking care of you on his own, and he only grows more sure of this fact after learning just who this new bodyguard used to work for.

warnings: slight nsfw at the beginning, kyle is totally NOT jealous, mentions of war/war crimes, alcohol, club setting, crude language

wc: 4.9k

a/n: !!! huge thanks to @captainfern for this idea! ily so much this helped with the writers block ):

Though Kyle Garrick was a professional, he was only human, which meant it was extremely difficult not to stare at you and what very little the lingerie on your body covered.

It all started making sense on why you tried to convince him not to go to the shoot that day. Certainly there was some sort of boundary being crossed with him seeing you in such… revealing clothes. Or lack thereof. The bra you wore didn’t look supportive at all and was purely for apperance, he was sure, and the thin panties looked like they were hardly holding together. Yet the way you worked, the confidence you had in yourself as you posed on that inhumanly pristine bed, had Kyle completely enamored.

He tried to keep his mouth closed as he watched your fingers pull at the straps of your panties, or as you threw your arms over your head, back arching with the movement. You were working. This wasn’t some special show you were putting on, you were just doing your job.

Goddamn A.Lynn. If it wasn’t for her calling him to the studio he could have been literally anywhere else; anywhere where you weren’t half naked in front of him. Even getting his sorry ass kicked in some video game. Yet, whatever it was that she called him for was apparently of the utmost importance, and so there he stood, towards the back of the studio, arms crossed as he tried to ignore you. Your smile, the way you laughed with your set members, how the strap of your bra kept sliding off your shoulder…

“Gorgeous,” someone said next to him.

Caught a little off guard, Kyle turned to face the man who spoke only to realize he didn’t recognize him. Not as part of the crew, security, or anyone else. He thought he heard something of an American accent, but other than that he was as plain as could be with a well shaven face, short cut hair, and dark clothes.

“Sorry?” Kyle asked dumbfounded.

The man turned and looked at him with a smirk, as if he knew something Kyle didn’t. It wasn’t long before his gaze turned back to you, thirsty eyes drinking up every inch of your exposed skin as your photographer posed you against the headboard and plush pillows of the bed.

“The broad,” the man explained as if it were obvious. “Easy to understand why she’s the top model in the world with a body like that.”

It was then that Kyle remembered just how vile people were capable of being. Some of the horrors of the world had gotten lost in his life as a civilian as he was no longer subjected to the blood, sweat, and tears he was exposed to in the military. But then he ran into people like him, whoever he was, and he was painfully reminded that not only were people gross, they were also quite annoying as well.

Luckily, he didn’t have to come up with a response to the man's disgusting comment as A.Lynn had caught his attention. Always proper and buzzing like a bee, she cut a straight path through the studio with so much confidence he was certain the equipment would move out of her way if it could. She approached the two men with her hands on her hips and offered them a polite smile.

“Mr. Garrick, thank you for coming on such short notice. I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Adams,” she said, gesturing to the man standing next to him. “He's the extra security I hired after the incident last week.”

Incident. That’s exactly what it was; something scary but nothing bad. That little break in at your home that had you calling him at some ungodly hour to help. He still remembered how you looked, half awake and yet too anxious to sleep, wandering out of his bedroom. How you were late for some photoshoot and had to wear his clothes… but it wasn’t anything major. Nothing had come of it but a broken window and she hired this prick as extra security?

“Michael, is fine,” the man said, holding his hand out for Kyle to shake.

The last thing in the world Kyle wanted to do was to shake this man's hand, but he knew he couldn’t afford being unpleasant. So he took his hand while mumbling something polite, and noticed how icy cold he was, like a snake in human flesh.

“I’ll let the two of you get acquainted. The shoot should be over soon, and I’ll bring her over and get her up to speed,” A.Lynn finished before wandering off to speak with some set members.

“So,” Adams said once she was out of earshot, “what’s this incident?”

Kyle shifted slightly while still keeping his arms firmly crossed over his chest. “Someone tried breaking into her home last week,” he answered bluntly, uninterested in conversation.

“Really? On your watch?” Adams questioned.

He didn’t like the patronizing tone in his voice, and Kyle could feel his features melting into a glare. “It was in the middle of the night,” he defended. “Besides, it’s not like we get to live with her.”

The man hummed. “Shame.”

This was going to be a headache. He already felt it beginning at the base of his skull, tightening around his head and neck as it radiated outwards. Maybe A.Lynn was just neurotic, but he wished she would have talked with him before hiring anyone else. Of course he knew how to play well with others, but there was something off about this guy; something painfully familiar that he didn’t want to dive into.

Instead, he did his best to ignore the man as he turned his attention back to you. You were no longer taking pictures, and you had a floral patterned silk robe to cover your body as you reviewed some of the pictures with your photographer. He couldn’t help but feel a little grateful about that; knowing that Adams eyes couldn’t soak in the view of you anymore. Perhaps it was silly; half of the world would see those pictures of you once it was published in a magazine or two.

It wasn’t long before A.Lynn was dragging you away from work and over to the boys. Your smile was as radiant as ever as you caught sight of Kyle, but the moment your eyes wandered over to Adams, he saw it falter as confusion took over. But you kept it up as your manager explained everything, and you shook his hand in greeting when it was prompted. It was hardly noticeable, but Kyle still picked up the way your arms self consciously crossed over your body, as if trying to hide yourself and make yourself smaller. That even though Adams hid the way he had looked at you before, it was like you could still feel his lingering gaze.

Things only grew more awkward once A.Lynn left again, allowing the three of you to talk, which was nothing short of painful. Between your obvious discomfort, Adams’s cockiness, and his own frustration, Kyle was ready to drag you out of there just for his own sanity.

“Kyle,” you suddenly spoke up, catching his attention, “are we still good for lunch today? I’m starving.”

“Lunch sounds like a perfect idea,” Adams butted in before he could respond. Kyle shot him a poorly concealed glare, which only made the man smirk. “What better way to get to know each other? Since we’ll be working together, and all.”

You were too nice for your own good, he thought, pretending to concur with him and inviting him to lunch. Not that it was supposed to be anything special or closed off to others in the first place but, maybe a part of him was a bit too hopeful. And still he found himself silently praying that between the time it took for you to get dressed and him to drive you to the restaurant, Adams would get lost.

Unfortunately, he did not. You and Kyle had gotten settled comfortably in a table in the far corner of the restaurant next to the windows that looked out at the busy streets around you. Not even five minutes after ordering appetizers, Adams strolled into the building, eyes scanning and finding the two of you instantly, where he then weaved through the tables before sitting himself between you and Kyle.

And he was the perfect gentleman. Asking you plenty of questions, tilting his head as he smiled at your responses, as if trying to lure you into a false sense of security. You answered with the poise and grace that you always held, and he wondered how much bullshit you had to swallow in your life to be able to listen to Adams speak without so much as a grimace on your face.

“So, what did you do for work before getting into the bodyguard business?” you asked as you carefully picked at your food. It wasn’t lost on Kyle how slow and little you had eaten throughout lunch as compared to when you normally ate meals together.

“I was a PMC,” Adams responded simply.

“A PMC?” you echoed.

“Private Military Contractor,” Kyle interrupted.

“Oh, so sorta like soldiers?” you asked.

“More like mercenaries,” he muttered.

His comment caused Adams to laugh, his mouth full with half chewed food. The sound of his voice was grating against Kyle’s ears; hell, everything that man said or did was annoying. Things were easier when it was just you and him.

Just… you and him.

“Mercenaries are solo workers,” Adams corrected. “PMC’s are recruited in an organization, so…” he paused to turn to Kyle with a grin, “not so different from soldiers.”

The tension at the table was so thick it looked like you were choking on it. A part of Kyle felt a little bad for getting so pent up over this guy - this intruder - but how could he not? It was his job to protect you, to look out for you, and as far as he was concerned this guy was just getting in the way. He was perfectly capable of looking out for you on his own.

“What, uh, organization were you a part of?” you asked awkwardly, trying to keep things light.

“Shadow Company.”

Kyle’s blood ran cold. Everything started making sense. This was more than just some awkward rivalry in his mind; his frustration was coming from a gut feeling, one that he shouldn’t have ignored. Fucking Shadow Company. Led by that bastard Phil Graves who betrayed his teammates, his brothers, in Mexico. Hunted them down and slaughtered civilians like animals. A goddamn monster, who was now one of your bodyguards.

Fate was a fickle bitch.

This new revelation made the rest of lunch nearly unbearable for Kyle. He knew there was no way he could out himself to his new co-worker like that, even if he was no longer a soldier and that man was no longer a PMC. Some things just couldn’t be forgiven. Perhaps he was wrong, maybe he should have given Adams the benefit of the doubt. He could have left Shadow Company after learning of all the malicious crimes they committed. No, even if that was true, he didn’t care. Not with the way he kept looking at you like you were more appetizing than the meal right in front of him.

“Are you alright?”

It was the first string of words you were able to speak to Kyle without Adams butting in or inserting himself in some sort of way. You sat in the passenger's seat of his car, a place you found yourself in more and more each day as he had become accustomed to being your chauffeur. Not that he minded, of course. He’d take you anywhere in the world if you asked him to.

“Yeah, all good,” he assured you, hands gripping the steering wheel and eyes watching the dull road in front of him.

“You don’t like him, do you? Adams?” you concluded as you tapped your fingers against the center console.

Kyle chuckled, but it was only half-hearted, and more of a hum than anything else. “That obvious?”

You hummed back in response. “I don’t like him, either,” you admitted. “He seems nice enough, or acts like it anyway, but… I don’t know, he just sets off a little alarm on my do-not-trust radar.”

“Well, if there’s anything I’ve learned during my time in the military, it’s that you should always trust your gut,” Kyle said, though his mind screamed at him, telling him to try and stay neutral.

The quiet hum of the car filled the silence between the two of you. You looked out the window at the scenery passing by. Nothing but glassy buildings and colorful advertisements. Even from inside the car the rancid scent of the city was nearly overwhelming.

“What’s Shadow Company? You seemed to recognize them,” you then asked.

Impressed, Kyle shot you a quick look before returning his attention to the road. “Did I make that one obvious, too?”

“You got quiet the moment he dropped the name.”

There was some part of Kyle who wanted to tell you everything. How Shadow Company betrayed his teammates, the civilians they slaughtered, their royal fuck up in transporting missiles and landing them in the hands of terrorists. Maybe if you knew, if A.Lynn knew, she’d fire him instantly. God, what an idea that was. But at the same time, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you. Perhaps it would have been better to tell the truth, as informed consent was something he thought everyone deserved even if it was classified, but your peace of mind was also something he wanted to protect. Besides, if it really came down to it, he was certain he could neutralize one more Shadow with ease.

“Worked with a few of them while I was still in the force,” he admitted after a moment of thought. “Not the most enjoyable people to be around. They do whatever’s asked of them, I’ll give them that.”

“Oh, how comforting,” you said facetiously.

“Try not to worry too much about it,” Kyle said in an attempt to soothe whatever thoughts that could be swirling in your brain.

“I won’t,” you assured him. There was a soft pause as you shifted slightly in your seat, eyes focusing on everything but Kyle. “I never worry about anything when you’re around.”

For the next few days, Kyle tried to brush your words off, pretend that they weren’t leaving holes in his brain, but it was the only thing he could think about. You felt comfortable, safe, around him, and honestly that was all he could ever ask for.

That knowledge got him through the rest of the week, all the way up to Saturday night. A.Lynn had ensured that he (and annoyingly enough, Adams) knew all about the party you were supposed to attend that night. Some other A List celebrity had closed his club down for some big, rich person get-together. Hundreds of people were bound to be there, and both he and his new Shadow Company friend were supposed to accompany you.

When he picked you up at your house, you came bounding through the door wearing the sparkliest dress he had ever seen in his life. It was a stunning rose gold that complimented your body nicely, and your heels matched perfectly with the rest of your outfit. He exited the car and opened the door for you, and you gave him a dazzling smile that rivaled the shine of your dress as you made yourself comfortable in the passenger's seat.

“You look lovely,” Kyle complimented as he settled back behind the wheel again.

“And you clean up nice, yourself,” you chuckled.

And he did. A dark red suit shirt hugged the curves of his arms nicely, and he forwent the suit jacket that normally accompanied it, as he didn’t exactly fancy sweating in what was bound to be a packed club. Other than that, a nice pair of dress pants and a thick leather belt finished everything up nicely.

“Where’s Adams?” you then asked.

“We’re meeting him there,” Kyle said simply. “No way in hell I’d put myself through the pleasure of a car ride alone with him.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you quipped.

The drive to the club was more difficult than it should have been. More people than he could have imagined showed up, and it really bogged up traffic something fierce. Photographers and paparazzi lined the sidewalk and entry way, taking pictures of various people pulling up. Looks like because of the precarious parking situation, many attendants were being dropped off and escorted inside rather than walking from any lot.

“Shit,” Kyle muttered, removing a hand from the steering wheel to rub at his chin. “Didn’t know half of London was invited.”

“Do you want to drop me off?” you offered, glancing around at the crowd and the long line of cars in front of you.

“I’d rather not leave you alone,” Kyle countered.

“Adams is waiting by the entrance,” you pointed out.

He found the man as soon as you mentioned him, and he wasn’t able to hold back the sigh that left him. Like everyone else, Adams had dressed up too, though looked a bit less put together overall. Plain black suit shirt, dark jeans, and a bored expression on his face. He didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone with him, he hated it honestly. But what was he supposed to do? Drive you around until he managed to find parking, and then attempt to ward off any prick trying to get bright ideas while walking the mile plus back to the club?

“You’ve got your phone on you, yeah?” Kyle asked after a moment of thinking.

“‘Course.”

“I’ll message you when I’m back and I’ll come find you, alright?”

Once you agreed, Kyle was able to pull up along the sidewalk where he parked his car. The very moment he stepped out Adams had caught sight of him, and sauntered over as Kyle opened the door for you. You didn’t even stumble in your heels as you got out, and Adams greeted you with a grin. After one more confirmation of the plan, Kyle got back in his car and waited impatiently in line as he tried to find parking. He wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, and he hated watching you weave through the crowd and paparazzi with Adams by your side.

Overwhelming was the only word you could think of when you stepped into the club. Somehow, there were more people inside than there had been outside. Colorful lights threatened to blind your vision and the moody drum of the bass shook you to your core. A handful of familiar faces could be seen in the crowd, some actors you recognized, a few other models you had worked with, and yet you felt terribly out of place. Especially with Adams behind you, wandering around you looking at the scene as if he was there to spend the night on the town rather than do his job.

If you were going to be stuck there the rest of the night, you knew for sure you were going to need a drink. Balancing carefully on your heels, you descended the stairs into the lower levels, taking care to say hi to anyone who greeted and recognized you. A large dance floor full of people rested towards the back of the room and you could feel the heat radiating off of so many bodies even from the bar. Adams settled next to you as you waited to be served, leaning close to you just to be heard over the deafening sound of the music.

“Go to parties like this often?” he asked.

“Only the ones A.Lynn tells me to go to!” you shouted in response.

He gave you a patronizing smile, as if he didn’t believe you, but really you were telling the truth. Going out in public places like that always brought trouble for you. You could see it in the sneaky pictures people took of you between bodies in the crowd, and you knew it was only a matter of time before someone worked up the courage or got drunk enough to try and talk to you.

God, you wished Kyle would hurry.

“Hey, hun,” the bartender greeted you. “What can I getcha?”

She was a pretty thing wearing a neon crop top that glowed under the blacklights. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and adorned with gems. She had a beautiful smile, and you couldn’t help but melt into the bar at the first kind presence you felt since walking through those doors.

“Yeah, I’ll just do a vodka cran, please,” you said. Simple, perhaps a bit cliche, but it got the job done.

“Single or double?” she asked, already getting the supplies ready.

You opened your mouth to respond just as someone placed a well timed jab of their elbow into your spine. “Make it a double,” you sighed.

Not even a minute later and the drink sat in front of you, already half gone. Adams was talking about something, trying to keep the conversation going but you were distracted. Between the noise, the bodies, everything, you weren’t sure how anyone could even think in a place like that. You kept checking your purse for your phone every few minutes, waiting for Kyle to message you saying that he was back, and yet there was nothing.

“That’s gotta be bad for business,” Adams spoke up, catching you off guard.

Confused, you looked up at him as you shoved your phone back into your purse. “What do you mean?”

“Fucking your bodyguard.”

He spoke those words so blunt and with so much confidence he almost had you choking on your drink. You looked up at him only to be met with a shit-eating smirk, and you had a hard time ignoring the heat that boiled in your face.

“What?” you asked, as if you misheard him.

“Oh, come on,” Adams said incredulously, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Or more importantly, the way he looks at me. Like he’s about to rip my goddamn head off.”

Eyebrows furrowed together, you tilted your head to the side as if challenging him as you leaned further against the bar. “So that means that we’re sleeping together?”

He shrugged. “If you’re not, I know he’d certainly like to.”

Your mouth opened in shock and you found yourself sliding off of the stool and onto the ground. Shaking your head, you took a step away from him, which prompted him out of his seat as well.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” you muttered to yourself before turning around.

You weren’t sure where you were headed, but you knew you wanted to get far away from Adams and his wild accusations. Kyle was right; you should have trusted your gut. Should have told A.Lynn to hire another bodyguard, or better yet, keep it to just Kyle. But you didn’t make it far before you felt a firm hand wrap around your bicep, yanking you backwards.

“Running off?” he taunted as he turned you to face him.

“Let go of me,” you demanded through gritted teeth.

“Not happening,” he retorted. “Gotta keep an eye on you.”

“I am your employer and you’re going to listen to me when I tell you to get your fucking hands off of me,” you snapped.

Adams sucked on his teeth as he shook his head gently. “You see, it was actually A.Lynn who hired me. Not you,” he corrected. “Imagine how disappointed she’d be if she found you were fucking the guy she hired to protect you. I imagine the bad press would give that old hag an ulcer.”

Your eyes widened when you realized exactly what it was that Adams wanted. This wasn’t about you, or Kyle, or your image. This was about obtaining as much blackmail as he could. This was about extorting as much money as he could get from the most successful model in the industry. You should have known better. It always turned out like that eventually.

“Kyle was right,” you spat, “you PMC types are the worst.”

Chuckling, Adams raised an eyebrow. “He said that.”

“No,” you admitted, a small smirk pulling at your lips, “but I’m sure he’s about to.”

A strong force violently yanked Adams away from you, and he let go of you as he nearly stumbled onto the floor. Kyle wedged himself between the two of you and he glared down at the man. His presence was looming, the most threatening you had ever seen from him before. He was always so kind and gentle with you, always laughing and joking, that you forgot just what he used to do for a living.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, but he didn’t even give the man time to answer before he continued. “Does it make you feel big? Strong? Doing shit like that? If you’re not going to do your job, stay the fuck out of my way so I can do mine, yeah?”

As they exchanged heated words, you suddenly became aware of the crowd of prying eyes that surrounded you. Several people stood with their phones out, some without even bothering to turn off the flash, as they took pictures and recorded the scene playing out in front of them. Well, if Adams wanted to give you bad publicity…

Eventually the two finished their awkward standoff, and Kyle instantly turned his attention to you while Adams stormed off into the crowd. His hands were on your shoulders, his warmth sinking into your skin as if he was melting you into him. Beautiful dark eyes scanned your face as if checking for injuries, and whatever anger he held slowly melted into concern. You found your throat constricting at the sight of him, like he had taken your breath away.

“You alright, love?” he questioned, the harshness in his tone gone.

Nodding your head, you quickly glanced around the area one last time before fully bringing your attention back to Kyle. “Yeah I just… can you take me home?”

There wasn’t a single request that you could make that Kyle wouldn’t deliver on. With Adams having vanished in the crowd, Kyle led you out of the building with a firm and comforting hand on your lower back. It was strange how that the very moment Adams left it felt like a weight had been lifted off of you. Things were back to how they were supposed to be; just you and Kyle.

On the ride back to your house, you made sure to tell Kyle everything that happened. Well, mostly everything. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you purposefully made it seem like that Adams said the two of you were dating in secret rather than fucking, but other than that, you kept true to the events.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Wish I could’ve gotten there sooner,” Kyle apologized, the slight anger in his voice not lost on you. “Those PMC types are the worst.”

And you giggled at that, which confused Kyle, but it was nice. Kyle was predictable, in a way. Familiar; safe. And so when he asked you what was so funny, you told him it was just your nerves getting to you.

He got you home safe with the promise of picking you up for brunch the next day to make up for the shitty night you had, and the next morning he was in your driveway waiting to pick you up. As usual, he opened the door for you and you made yourself at home before he drove off, taking you to the cute tea shop the two of you had discovered by accident one rainy day a few weeks back. But before the shop even came into view, your phone started ringing.

Kyle wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but it was certainly a challenge with A.Lynn’s panicked voice booming over the speaker. Videos of the previous night apparently were circling the internet, and she wanted to know exactly what had happened between you and Adams. So, just like you had for Kyle, you explained the entire story with a bored expression and tone; as if you were already over the whole ordeal.

“What? No, A.Lynn, I don’t need another bodyguard,” he heard you speak up. Your manager tried to respond with something, but it was difficult for him to hear, and it sounded like you cut her off mid sentence anyway. “No, Kyle is the only person I trust, and he’s done a great job so far on his own. He’s the only one that I want for this job.”

As he was supposed to, Kyle kept his eyes on the road during your conversation with A.Lynn. But at hearing your words? Admitting that he was the only person you wanted around? Well, he had to admit it was a tad difficult hiding the smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

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fairysluna · 9 months

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let the light in.

Modern!AU — Disaster was the word that described your past relationship with Aemond, but once you meet again after a year it's impossible for you not to come back to him.

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PAIRING - Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

TAGS/TW - angst, slight fluff, cheating, love affairs, mentions of a toxic relationships. if something is missing let me know!

NOTE - this is not the best thing in the world at all, but I've been struggling to write and this came out of the blue and now I'm posting it bc why not. hope this will be the thing that finally ends my writer's block. On the other hand, I made a side blog ( @by-fairysluna ) exclusvely to repost my fics, so you can follow me there and activate the notifications🤍

WORD COUNT - 1.5k

He was sitting right under the dim light of a malfunctioning bulb inside the coffee shop that you both always went to. His long platinum hair, shiny as always, was falling graciously down his back as making a contrast against the black leather of the jacket you once gave him. You checked the time on your watch; quarter to three - you had fifteen minutes to regret this, to turn around and disappear from his life like you did a year ago.

You knew this was a terrible idea. His mere presence was enough to make you fold like a piece of paper, to make you fall for him all over again. It was a vicious circle from which you could not escape. Though you knew you did not want to escape it either.

The feeling in your gut was making you sweat as your hands were constantly trying to find comfort in the bag strap hanging from your shoulder, the memories of how things ended last time flooded your mind. You noticed how he was moving his leg up and down. Perhaps he was as anxious as you, perhaps he was just being impatient as usual; whatever the reason was, you could not help but to feel this invisible string pulling you towards him like a huge magnet. You tried to ignore it, to cut the string and ran away in the cowardly act of weakness, but your legs were not eager to respond to what your brain was commanding them to do, finding failure in an activity so easy as just walking.

When you finally found the courage to escape what could become an awkward situation, a person walked right beside you and opened the door in front of you. The doorbell sounded, carrying all the attention of the clients towards you standing behind the crystal clear glass that did nothing to hide your presence from Aemond’s eye.

“Shit,” you murmured, keeping yourself together as you forced yourself to enter the place now that you have been busted by the same eye that you were trying to ignore. He immediately stood up; a moment so sudden that the coffee cups on the table were spilled on the white tablecloth beneath them. He did not seem to care enough to clean right away, he just gave it a quick glance before his attention was all over your slowly walk towards the table.

He wrapped his arms around you as soon as he was close enough to do so, his face burying in your neck as if he was meeting with some old dear friend instead of the girl whose heart he broke. The awkwardness was not easy to hide as you doubted to return the gesture, trying so hard not to breathe in his scent, for you knew that would be your perdition.

“Is good to see you,” he said as a greeting as he pulled out from the hug and looked at your face with a soft smile that brought thousands of flashbacks to your mind. “Hope you don’t mind I ordered something for you,” he pointed at the table, two cups and two pieces of a strawberry pie. “Tea, two of sugar right?”

You knew you had no reason to get excited for the gesture and for the fact that he remembered how you liked your tea, but it was impossible for you to keep it together after such a sweet gesture. You almost sighed as you sat down.

“You remembered it,” you said, trying to hide your smile.

“Of course,” he simply replied, as if that gesture was nothing more than an act of politeness. It killed you.

There was a silence, not necessarily uncomfortable but it left you with the feeling that something was missing. Perhaps you missed his voice; how softly it sounded whenever he mentioned your name, or those sweet words that would make you forget all about his bad temper. The kind of sweetness that he only reserved for you, the one that made you feel unique between his comforting arms. As if you were the only one in his heart.

“How you’ve been?” You asked, trying to break the ice, indulging a tedious small talk that neither of them was interested to have.

He went straight to the point.

“I’ve missed you terribly,” he murmured, a low and trembling whisper that could have been easily mistaken as a cough. A slight shame was present on his voice as he confessed his heart’s wishes without even looking at your eyes. “I’ve been miserable without you.”

He seemed to be embarrassed about them, but it was impossible for you not to feel your heart beating fast as his words had taken you by surprise. You pressed your lips in a thin line, looking at his hand and feeling all your excitement fading away as the golden band was still wrapped around his finger just to prove that he still belonged to someone else. But, as your mind was screaming to look away and leave, your heart begged you to grab his hand and take him back.

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied, covering his hand with yours, as if it was a desperate attempt to hide the truth of your relationship with him. “I hate trying to convince myself to hate you.”

A small smile was seen on his face, covering the guilt behind his eye. He knew this was wrong, he knew that putting you in this situation a second time was a death sentence after being witness to how things ended, but he couldn’t help it. No matter the consequences, he needed you back. He needed the sense of freedom only you could provide him. Call it selfishness, or greediness; you didn't even care as long as you gained his love again.

Aemond finally glanced at you, and you felt like everything was worth it. The tears, the heartaches, the shame, the turmoils; you could endure all of it just to have a taste of his lips. Suddenly, all you could think of was the paradise in which he coaxed you, and all your doubts and fears left as soon as you felt your heart beat again because of him.

“I’m sorry for how things ended, you didn’t deserve any of that,” he apologized, the sincerity reflected in the way he spoke. His eye traced a path between your eyes and your lips.

“The past is past,” you said in an attempt to console his anguish, “and, to be honest, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You brought the light into my life,” he confessed, and you felt your heart swollen with emotion. “And I didn’t know it until you left.”

A smile appeared on your face, enlightening the darkness of a rainy day, causing shivers down his back as his eyes shined with the glow of fondness.

“I would hate to leave you in the dark,” you replied at his words, making the connection with his previous words, stealing a soft chuckle from those lips that you wished to kiss once more. “I can’t hate you, Aemond,” she confessed, “not when loving you feels so good.”

He sighed, “You still love me after everything?” His voice came out as insecure, as if it was hard for him to find truth in her words.

She thought about it for a second, trying to think about their bad times as if she was forcing herself to back up and avoid all the pain that she knew they would bring to each other, but all she could think of was those quiet evenings at her apartment. A soft Beatles’ tune playing in the background as they talked about their day while soft touches were felt in her bare skin. Heaven on Earth; their own version of oasis.

“How couldn’t I?” She simply responded.

They knew their lowest points were hell, but they refused to think about them as they found each other’s touch again. They convinced themselves that it was worth it to try it again.

“Let me come in again, Aemond,” she whispered, leaning closer to him. “I know you need me as much as I do. I know you want me too.”

He pretended to hesitate, but he knew what his intentions were as soon as he sent you that text which brought you back to him. Your pleading eyes were all he needed to see to be completely convinced.

“I want you,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss in the back of it, smiling as he noticed the spark in your pretty eyes, clouded by devotion.

That was all you needed to feel whole again.

As the evening approached between gentle touches and soft kisses, you came to realize that the part of your heart that you thought was missing has returned to you in the shape of the man you hopelessly loved. The only one who could make you feel alive again.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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Thank you so much for sweet Graves! I would like one more, please, if you don't mind :3

Fluff #9 together with smut #8 for Simon 🤭💖

A Possessive Display

I'm so sorry this took me so long, writer's block hit me hard.

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Contains: Fluff, mild smut.

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Simon doesn't like people staring at you.

The bartender was just a bit too flirty, and his eyes still raked your body even as you told him you were taking the drinks to your boyfriend and his friends. Simon's were on you the whole time, waiting for you to signal and call him over to deal with it, but the last thing you wanted was his possessive streak to rear its head in public.

You shot the man a half smile and dismissed his compliment as you made your way back to the table, and Simon's hand found your lower back as you placed the drinks down. "You right, Love?"

You nodded. "I'm all good. Are you?"

He looked over his shoulder at the bar, and then his hand was wrapped around you to lift you onto his lap. "I'm great." Public displays of affection between you and Simon weren't rare, but they were to this level.

He buried his head in your neck and pressed his lips to your skin, the others suddenly busy looking elsewhere as his hands started to move from your waist to your hips. "How drunk are you?"

He eased back a bit and smiled as the rest of the 141 held back their laughs. "I'm not, I just want to teach that stupid creep a lesson."

You looked behind you, the bartender was now making it a point to make himself busy with anything other than looking your way and the smug smile on Simon's face told you he was happy about it. You sighed and turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek. "You wanna head home and work out whatever buttons that guy pressed?"

He looked to Price, who shrugged and smiled. "Don't let us stop you, we'll be fine."

The rest of the 141 echoed their agreement and Simon threw some bills on the table. "For the next round." He walked you out of the bar with his hand around your waist and all but threw you into the car, belting you in with a quick kiss on your cheek before driving off like his life depended on it.

When you got to your shared home, he opened your door and pulled you out, his huge hand wrapping around your hand gently as he walked you inside. The second the door was closed, he was on you, pushing you back onto the wall with his lips on yours as his hands roamed your body.

He pulled back and kissed your ear, his voice just above a whisper as he spoke. "Have I told you how pretty you look tonight?

His lips brushed your skin as he made his way to your neck, but he slowed as he waited for you to reply. "You did, when I got dressed, when we left and when we got to the bar."

His hands yanked your blouse off, and he smiled. "Good, as long as you know."

You made your way to the bedroom with locked lips, pealing each other clothes off as you went until you were falling on your back onto the bed naked as Simon climbed on top of you. He ran his hand from your hip to your face before he took your chin between his fingers. "Eyes on me or this stops."

You smiled softly and lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your thumb. "Ok then Lieutenant."

He nipped your thumb and grinned. "Now you're really in for it."

Fin

Part 2

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adoresia · 11 months

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✦˚₊ NE DOUTE PAS

Pairing : e42 Miles x FemHaitian!reader

Synopsis : You teach Miles how to kompa.

Sierra speaks : I was thinking of requesting this to another writer, but i was like nah, ima do my own thing ima right it myself 😋 I love Kompa so much (im not Haitian but im Congolese its close enough) it was so hard trying to explain how to kompa but alas.. enjoy pookiewookies !

Warnings ❕: Intimate dancing, kissing, slightly (? suggestive, cuss words, a sprinkle of spanish (im not spanish do correct me 🥲 using what i learnt last year), also not that proof read i skimmed through it. tell me if i missed out anything !

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You sat in your swivel chair, decorated with pink faux fur and a curved lumbar support to rest your back on. The chair swung gently back and forth while you talked to Miles on the phone.

The face-time call had reached about 30 minutes, it was now 1:30pm in the afternoon and you did not really have any plans for the day so you stay stuck with the fact that you two would be conversing all day.

“What are your plans for today mami?”

“I don’t know baby, I was just gonna stay on the phone to you all day I honestly ain got nothing else to do soo.” you shrugged, almost choking on your words trying to get it all out in one breath.

“lentamente mami you boutta drown in your own words.”

“Ughhh im sooo bored.” you pushed your chair away from your chair gliding backwards and stood up stretching your arms.

“So im boring now?” he questioned sarcastically.

“Nooo Milo, you know what i meant.” You pouted jokingly while going to play some music on your tv.

Miles watched intently while you typed the name of the song into your tv, finally searching it up and clicking on the first video that popped up.

“Whatchu playin on yo tv?”

“Just a song, i feel like dancing.” you said swaying your hips as you walked backwards.

“i could watch you do this allll dayyy.” Miles said with a grin on his face, you laughed at him.

You began to whine to the song, turning around. Your waistline moving in circles like water. The stringed beads that laid on your hips followed the pattern of your movements as you slowly lowered down the the floor with your arms either side of you.

Your boyfriend’s glued onto your waist, you span around quickly catching him staring at you so intensely.

“Miles stop staring at me nd-“

“What am i not allowed to stare at you now too?” He smirked, cutting you off.

“I was gonna say come over so you dont have to stay staring through a screen, but now you can stay your ass at home.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Nah im on my way baby, then I can watch you dance f’me.”

“really? what if I teach you to Kompa instead.”

“Say no more . I wanna see you do that dance again though, when i get there.”

Miles wasted no time slipping his shoes on and kissing his mom goodbye on the cheek before speed walking through 2 blocks to your house.

He texted your phone stating he was a few steps away from your front porch and you ran to your front door with a huge smile plastered on your face while you opened it.

“Miloooooo!!” You screamed, spreading your arms out so he could come and pick you up. You loved when he picked up, especially in his puffer jacket.

“Heyy baby.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before picking you up. You swung your legs around his waist, bear-hugging him.

He closed the door behind the both of you and took off his shoes leading you to your bedroom and dropping you onto your bed.

“Where yo moms at?”

“Why cause you came here for her or for me?” you rolled your eyes flopping back into your bed.

“Don’t be like that ma, you aint tell me you were here on your own. I woulda been here earlier if I knew.”

“She just went grocery shopping Milo, she’ll be back.”

“Aight. You finna dance f’me then?” He laid back in your chair manspread. His elbows laid on your desk behind him.

“Oh right! watch the hips, you’ll needa learn this bit..” You restarted to music and threw the remote on your bed.

Miles licked his lips squinting at you with hooded eyes.

“Watch the hips…” You began whine again. This time you started off with a ‘tik tok’ motion, slowly moving into a slow circular motion with your hips. Your waist-beads moving along with you which made it all more intriguing for Miles.

You brought your hands to your hips caressing your shape up until you reached the sides of your stomach and came to a stop.

Miles was visibly in love with the way your hips moves so swiftly and like water. His eyes stayed stuck to your waist even after you stopped.

“Damn ma, youn tell me you could do all that.”

“Well now you know, and im finna teach you.. now get up i wanna show you how to kompa with me.”

You pulled Miles by his arm taking his puffer jacket off and throwing it onto your bed.

“Right first gimme your hands” You held your hands out to Miles as he placed both of his in yours. You lowered them down to sit on your waist.

“mmmm i like this already.”

“Shutup Miles.” You grinned at him

“Then.. i place my arms around your neck… like so.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held your other arm with your hand since he basically towered over you.

“Now you look at me.”

“This is easy, I could look at you all day.”

“Miles stop, you can compliment me later.”

You brought his head down to lean against yours, he stared right into your eyes making your knees almost buckle. You tried to divert your gaze elsewhere so you could regain focus.

“Your meant to look at me back. Right? Eyes on me mami.” He lifted his hand up from your waist to tour chin, averting your gaze from the floor to his eyes. You felt as if you were going to collapse with the way he started so deeply into your soul.

“You lucky im holding onto you, you look like you abour to collapse.”

“Miles.”

“Right, sorry baby.” he stiffled a laugh

For the next hour you continued to teach Miles as you guided his hands and hip movements with your waist.

“And thenn… turn.”

You slowly spun around both still holding onto eachother, swaying your hips to the music.

“Yeahhh.” You slid your arms down to his shoulders grinning at him, ecstatic that he was learning so fast.

“Now here comes the hard part.” You returned to the same position, this time swaying your hips into his instead of side to side.

“Oh shitt.” Miles lost all composure staring down at your hips grinding into his at a rhythmic pace. Your cheeks begin to heat up as you smile a little at what he said.

“You can do that right? same time.”

“Shit, of course I can.”

Miles spun you around, then closing the gap between the two of you. Your body pressing gently against his, fit like a jigsaw piece.

Your hips both meeting in the middle while you swayed them into eachother, both looking into each-others eyes as Miles held onto either side of your waist guiding it into his.

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You were both absorbed im each-others gaze not even realising the music had finished, and you continued for the next half an hour. Dancing in each others embrace.

After a while had passed you pulled away from miles.

“Fuck, ian know you were so good at kompa Milo? I woulda taught you ages ago.”

“Not better than you baby, lost all composure when your hips collided with mine.”

He made it to your waist before pulling you in for a kiss, bringing you as close to him as he could while deepening the kiss as you giggled. While his breath mingled with yours, your tongues danced over one another. When he intentionally nipped your lower lip, you let out a gentle whine pulling away.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

Extra :

— reader calls miles ‘milo’ because it works well with her Haitian accent

— Miles is actually a really good dancer

— Your mom came back from the supermarket ages ago, she watched you both dance in your room with a smile on her face.

— you had Miles dancing kompa with his pillow when he got home

“Miles? the fuck are you doing…” Uncle Aaron walked in on Miles waist dancing with his pillow.

“Yoo wtf, youn never heard of knocking?” Miles threw the pillow as far away as he could, dusting himself off.

“Ian even gonna ask mane.” Uncle Aaron shook his head with a laugh, closing the door in reverse.

Please do not repost, translate or copy any of my work !

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wystericwoes · 9 months

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Nanami Brain-rot where he had a crush on reader in high school but never said anything, and then they met together later in life post his dilf-up.

Fluff, Implied smut/teasing stuff but mostly just cute. Comfort, Nanami being fucking husband material. Not finished because writer's block.

@96jnie @Noodlejitsu

You were one of the trios friends, and Nanami had always admired you from afar.

A second year that radiated light and energy. Always seen with Geto, Gojo, or Shoko. Or all three.

You were loud, but not the type where he couldn’t stand it. He loved your voice, and loved your conversations.

You had bumped into him in the hallway one day, and despite his distant demeanor and resting bitch face you were so nice to him.

From that day on, he made an effort to see you more in the halls, or on the street. You two became what he thought was just acquaintances. After all, not many people had ever considered him a friend.

Until one day you saw an upperclassman giving him a hard time, picking on him. and you immediately butted in.

The Nanami was the type to usually stay quiet and wait until people were done, he didn’t like confrontation, and he especially didn’t like making a scene.

“Leave my friend alone prick!”

You slung an arm over his shoulder and threatened that persons safety if they ever bullied such a kind person like Nanami again.

And that, was the first time he realized he was screwed.

Everytime you came near him his palms got sweaty and his face ran red.

“Woah Nanami are you sick?”

You asked so cutely and naively. Pressing a cool hand to his heated forehead.

“N-no. I’m fine.” He turned his head away from you.

“Take care of yourself, I’d hate to not see you around for a while ‘cause you got a fever.”

Your touch was so gentle. He wanted to hold your hand there forever.

He had amassed a huge crush on you, and to him it was a major inconvenience. When he would be in class, when he was on missions, when he was at home alone, he’d wake up in hot sweats from a wet dream with you in it.

The hardest part was that he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, there’s no way you would accept his romances and even if you did- it wouldn’t last. It was just highschool, you would move on.

So he kept it to himself. He would rather have you as a friend than risk it and then have you as nothing at all.

Each day he looked forward to seeing you. The way you jumped around, always lit up a room, and made the people around you laugh. He both envied and wanted you.

The day you graduated he was devastated. You were so happy, and he didn’t have it in him to ruin that. You were gonna travel abroad, and follow your dreams.

“I’m happy for you, Y/n.”

He gave you a small smile.

“Don’t forget about me! Ok?”

You gave him a warm hug.

He nodded.

As if he could ever forget about you.

It had been years. Sometimes at night he still lays in bed and thinks about you.

He’s been single his whole life, with the only exception being getting drunk and losing his virginity at a college party he didn’t even want to be at.

Laughable.

He was always to busy with work, drinking, or drinking thinking about work. He didn’t have time for anyone else.

He let out a heavy sigh. He truly did believe he was destined to be alone.

Until Gojo burst in his office one morning.

“NANAMIIIIIII!”

He let out a long sigh.

“Yes, Gojo?”

“Guess who just transferred!”

“I really don’t care.”

Gojo moved to the side, and behind is freakishly tall frame out came you.

“Hey! Do you remember me, Nanami?”

He almost threw up. You were just as cute as you had always been, except your hair was different and your face was a little more grown in.

And your body.

“Y/n?”

“See! I told you he would remember!” Gojo teased

“Yeah yeah. You’re right this time.”

You shoved Gojo in the shoulder.

“Now go away! I wanna catch up with Nanami. You had your turn.”

Gojo finally was shoved away, laughing.

Your laughter died down as you slid over in front of nanamis desk.

“How have you been?”

Your breath hitched. You got a closer look at him and realized he was fucking hot.

“Woah. Nanami, you look-“

You had to cut yourself off before you ruined your reunion.

“Tired? I know.” He sighed

“No! I was gonna say handsome.”

Your abrasiveness was something he both missed, and forgot about. Heat rushed to his face- but he managed to keep it together.

“O-oh thank you.”

He pushed his glasses up.

“Anyway… I’ve been good! How about you?”

“Ive been alright. What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to get back to my roots y’know?”

You anxiously rubbed your head.

He could tell you were lying.

“How about we catch up with drinks tonight huh? The whole gangs getting together!”

He didn’t consider himself part of “the gang” which was composed of you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to. Gojo told me Geto wasn’t gonna be there though so I figured you might wanna come in and fill his place?”

You weren’t gonna tell him that was a lie.

A place filler he thought. He really didn’t want to go, but above all else, Nanami Kento was respectful, and if his friend wanted to hang out with him- he was going. (No bias whatsoever)

“Sure. What time?”

When he had arrived at the place, he was early. First embarrassment.

The second, was when you came waltzing in with Gojo. Arm in arm.

Ah. So this is what was happening.

He was mentally prepared already that you would’ve been with someone, but he should’ve known that you would’ve been with Gojo. He was attractive, charming, and nanami had seen firsthand his effect he had on those around him. he should’ve known it would’ve been a matter of time.

You lit up upon seeing Nanami already sitting in a booth, an expensive jacket and a black turtleneck.

You left Gojos arm and ran over to sit next to Nanami, your suddenness set him off guard. It was going to be incredibly difficult not getting in the way of Gojo when you were this fucking cute.

“Let’s get our first round!”

You announced.

It was just you three, Shoko had been “busy” (didn’t care) and Geto… well. When you asked Gojo, his reaction told you to not bring it up again.

You and Gojo laughed and laughed, reminiscing on old times, and newer ones.

Gojo told you all about his students, how hilarious they are, and all the drama in his life. You did the same.

Nanami was really just there. He felt totally out of place, and the drinks only helped a little in soothing his feeling of loneliness.

“So y/n, Why’d you really come back?”

Gojo asked suddenly. All of you were buzzed, well- nanami seemed fine. Even though he had the same amount of drinks as you two.

You suddenly froze at that. The whole mood shifted and the atmosphere changed.

“You shouldn’t ask personal questions, Gojo.”

Nanami butted in.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

“No. You guys deserve to know the truth. But I’m gonna need another drink.”

Once it was ordered, they were both attentive, and waiting for you to speak.

“I started seeing someone, and- things didn’t end well. They cheated on me, the whole break-up was messy, and I realized there was nothing left for me anymore where I was. I got my.. my heart broken a-and…”

You had one too many. And the alcohol made filtering yourself impossible. Your eyes watered, and that all too familiar sensation of hot tears streamed down your puffy cheeks.

“I’m sorry… I thought I was past this….”

Nanami was looking at you with a sincere expression, eyes softened. But under the table, his fists were clenched and white knuckled.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

He said in a hushed voice.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not like you did anything.”

But he did. Maybe if he had done things right then you wouldn’t have had your heart broken, would’ve stayed. Where he would’ve treated you better.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, and wrapped your arm through his.

“You deserve better though. And I wish I had made you stay, then that wouldn’t have happened.”

You looked up at him teary eyed and face flushed. Even when you had just gotten done crying and had been drinking he still thought you looked stunning.

As much as you and nanami were oblivious, Gojo wasn’t. He knew it was his time to leave, and faked an important phone call.

“Hey sorry guys it’s been great but uh I gotta go do something! See ya tomorrow!”

He had left before you two could even say anything.

“What a dick!”

You whined tightening your grip on nanamis arm.

Your emotional state had erased your filter. Nanami stifled a laugh at your sudden drunken abrasiveness.

“I’m sorry Nanami. Tonight probably sucks.”

You started to get teary eyed again.

“Call me Kento. And tonight doesn’t suck.”

He was looking at you adoringly.

“But it does. I had no idea it was just gonna be Satoru and then we kept talking and you didn’t talk and then I started crying!”

Thinking about crying made you start crying again.

“I swear I usually am not this much of a mess…”

“You’re fine, don’t worry.” He said with a small smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

You let out a couple more sniffles. Before you wiped your eyes clean and sat upright.

“Okay okay. I’m better now. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

You smiled looking straight ahead. You missed him. You two enjoyed a few more drinks together and got comfortable with eachother. Enjoying yourselves and the company.

“Man nanami are y’ sure you’ve been drinking? You barely are acting any different.”

He chuckled at you.

“Man so much has changed since I been gone. You can outdrink me now- You must be with someone too I bet.”

“Not quite. You’re only half right.”

“So you haven’t been drinking!”

“No, I’m not with anyone.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you sat upright facing him.

“Really?? But ya’ so hot!”

You whined against him.

He almost choked. But then he remembered you were drunk, and didn’t mean it. Maybe even being sarcastic.

“I appreciate it. But agree to disagree.”

He took another sip of his drink.

“I’m bein’ serious!” You pouted.

He just hummed in agreement and looked away from your increasing eye contact.

“If I had never gotten with that- hic dick! I totally woulda been with you instead. You’re s’ nice.”

He nearly choked on his drink.

“You don’t mean that.”

He awkwardly shifted.

“I do! Why don’ you believe me!”

You started to get emotional again. He had now learned when to recognize when you were about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I do I do.” He patted his hand on the back of your shoulders and you sunk your weight against him.

“I think m’ ready to go home now…”

“Where do you live? I’ll order you a cab.”

“I don’ have a place yet. I left really quick and I been staying with Gojo.”

So that’s why you two came in together. He felt his heart sink. You two probably were together after all. But regardless, his duties as a gentleman came before jealousy.

“But I don’ wanna go to his place. He always is bringing girls over and he snores.”

“He brings people over while you’re staying there?”

“Yeah! And its so rude! Especially when he knows how lonely I am. Jus’ rubbin it in my face.”

“Oh. I thought that you two-“

You looked at him with a comedically perplexed face, until it finally hit you.

“What?! No! He’s like a brother t’ me!”

He both sighed in relief but also felt embarrassed.

“I’m sorry for assuming.”

“Nah. You’re good. The guy I want prolly’ doesn’t want me anyway.”

He tensed up.

“Let’s get back okay? Do you have anywhere else to stay? I can book you a hotel.”

“I don’ wanna be alone… can I stay wit’ you?”

His breath hitched.

“Of course.”

And with that, two drunk people that you wouldn’t know were both drunk by the way one carried himself, arm in arm, walked the Tokyo streets.

When you finally reached Nanamis place you were a bumbling and clumsy mess.

Tripping over yourself, trying to chase every stray cat you saw, crying because swans can be gay- the works.

He had you slumped under one of his arms, and with the other rummaged through his keys.

“It’s a miracle we made it here in one piece.”

He mumbled under his breath while inserting the key into the lock.

You were currently in the “laughing at everything” phase of drunk.

“Kentooo you’re so funny.”

You were mostly dead weight in his arms.

He moved the door open and helped you in, slinging your arm over his shoulder and guiding you to the front room.

You were laughing your ass off over nothing and he patiently stood with you, sitting you down on the nearest chair then removing his shoes.

Right after he closed the door, your entire mood shifted. You suddenly went silent.

He made his way over to you and began taking your shoes off.

“Sorry to manhandle you.”

He said while looking down.

“ s’ fine.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder as he set your shoes aside, and both of you stood up together.

He removed his jacket and you stared at him shamelessly.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, are you okay to walk upstairs to my room?”

“Yeah…”

“You should get some water first.”

He guided you over to the couch and he left you alone to go to the kitchen.

When he came back you had balled yourself up and were half asleep.

He nudged your shoulder

“Y/n?”

He whispered.

“Hm?”

You grunted.

“I’m going to take you upstairs? Is that okay?”

You slowly shook your head yes.

He set the cup of water aside, and carefully moved his arms underneath you, supporting your weight under him. carrying you gently up the stairs to his room.

“M’ not too heavy am I?”

He chuckled at you and shook his head no, reaching his bedroom.

He leaned down to set you on the bed, but you didn’t let your arms go.

“Y/n? You have to let go.”

His heart was palpitating. He absolutely did not want you to let go. But with a heavy sigh your arms slipped loosely around his neck, and he laid you upright against the bed frame.

“Do you want a change of clothes?”

“Yeah…”

He rummaged around looking for something you could use. He eventually settled on sweatpants he almost never wears and an old t-shirt.

He had them folded in his hands, and he brought them over to you, sitting them at your feet.

“Im gonna get your water and then go now.”

When he turned around he stopped when he heard you whine.

“Can you… help?” Your words were slurred as you pathetically pawed at his shirt he set down.

He looked down and saw you were referencing his clothes.

“Of course.”

The room was dark, and you were drunk so you wouldn’t remember. Any other circumstance and he would’ve said no.

He set the clothes aside and sat at your feet, signaling for you to move closer to him.

You scooted towards him, and raised your arms.

He gently lifted your shirt up and brought it over your head, never lowering his gaze.

He folded your shirt and moved it to the foot of the bed.

You sat there, shirtless. But he never glanced over where he shouldn’t have, grabbing the replacement shirt and slipping it over your head as you squirmed your way though the holes.

Next were your pants. He sat on his knees and respectfully removed them, being very careful where he put his hands. He opened up the sweatpants and slid them up your legs one at a time.

“Thank you f’ being so nice t’ me…”

“You shouldn’t thank me.”

“But I should!” You whined

He chuckled as he laid you down, and tucked you in.

“Can ya’ stay wit’ me?”

You had rolled over on your side, and were mumbling.

“You don’t want that, trust me darling.”

“Buh I do!!”

He sighed. Conflicted between his head and his heart. He eventually chose what he knew he wanted.

He removed his shirt then changed into long pajama pants, and slid under the covers with you. You immediately snuggled up against him, nuzzling into his neck lovingly.

He wished he could stay like this forever.

“Thank you Kento…”

You mumbled into him.

He rested a hand against the back of your head. Smiling as you two sat there in a beautiful silence.

The mood was interrupted by you suddenly groping his chest.

“Woah you’re s’ buff!”

You said amazed.

He was happy he was in the dark, otherwise you would’ve seen how red his face was.

“Where did all dis’ come from?!”

You had slid your hands down his pecs to his abs and were rubbing your fingers between the dips of his skin.

“I thought you were cute then buh look t’ you now!”

Completely and entirely unfiltered.

He shuddered against your touch as you shamelessly ran your hands across him. It wasn’t until your fingers reached his v-line that he stopped you with a firm but gentle grab to the wrist.

“Aw. Ya’ no fun”

You pouted.

“Maybe another night. For now, sleep.”

“Fineeeeuuuhhhhh!”

You dramatically flailed your arms and slammed them back down on the bed.

“G’night Kento…”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Your eyes fluttered open, sunlight peaking through the blinds tracing over your figure.

The first thing you noticed, was you felt like shit. The second- was that you didn’t recognize the bed you were in.

So you felt like shit, and you were in deep shit. Great combination.

Assess the situation-

A strangers bed, A strangers shirt, a bad hangover-

Oh no. Come on- you had just gotten back and you already made a regrettable decision?!

Stay calm. No one is benefitted by you panicking. Maybe the person was hot at least.

You were busy panicking when your thoughts were abruptly cutoff by the smell of… food. Coming from downstairs.

So above all else, you were gonna have to confront the person you slept with. Great.

You found your clothes, neatly folded and put away on a dresser, and went to change out of them. They were stiff, smelled, and had your phone in the pocket. You went to check the time- it was 9:00?! You had work today!

But directly underneath it you saw a text from Gojo.

Doucho Satoru

I’ll cover for you if you wanna ‘sleep in’ ;) saw you leaving with that hot guy.

You were both relieved at how good a wingman Gojo was and also terrified- he saw you leaving with someone while you were drunk and didn’t say anything?! What a ball of ass sweat.

You let out a heavy sigh. Sneaking out the window wasn’t an option. Your shoes were downstairs and you were on a second story- so, the walk of death you went. Keeping your composure, you didn’t have to show how ashamed you were.

You quietly made your way out of the bedroom, assessing everything around you. Everything was clean, and kept together well. At least you had decent taste when you were drunk.

As quietly as you could, you snuck down the steps. Peeking your head around the corner of the stairs to notice in the kitchen there was a hot, tall, and blonde man cooking. Wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up. It was almost like you had just stepped into a dream.

You nearly drooled at the sight in front of you. Starting to regret last night less and less.

He turned around to face you.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Your heart stopped beating when you realized it was Nanami.

Your jaw slacked as you couldn’t hide your visible reaction.

“Did you sleep well?”

He turned around and went back to cooking.

“Oh- um yeah.”

“You’re probably hungover, there’s some Tylenol on the counter and water in the fridge.”

“O-oh thanks!”

You shuffled awkwardly and as politely as you could rummage through the fridge and pull out a bottled water. The cool plastic felt amazing against you as you pressed it up to your head.

“So… I’m sorry for making you late to work.”

“That’s fine. I used one of my sick days.”

“Oh shit I’m sorry!”

You were overcome with guilt.

“Don’t be, I never use my paid time off.”

He had is broad back facing away from you, and you watched in a trance as he expertly worked his way around the kitchen.

“What about you, how do you feel? You drank too last night, right?”

You tried to change the topic.

“I’m good at ignoring my hangovers.”

“Man I wish I could relate.”

You awkwardly laughed and sat down at the table with your water, not sure of what else to do.

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

He abruptly said.

“Oh- uhm… not really.”

You felt blood rush to your face. Embarrassment leeching onto you.

“I hope I wasn’t too embarrassing…”

“Not at all. You were quite pleasant to be with, actually.”

You wanted to die. To roll over, crawl in a dark hole, and die.

“I doubt it. I’m not… myself when I’m drunk.”

“I thought it was cute.”

You were glad he wasn’t looking at you because you put your hands over your face and let out a quiet groan. Did he really just call you cute? Were you two talking about the same thing?

“You probably didn’t want to be stuck with me though, and Im not gonna be offended if you say you regret it…”

He turned to face you, an eyebrow raised and a very clearly confused face.

“I didn’t mind taking care of you.”

“Okay well thank you… I’m just scared that I wasn’t as good as I could’ve been last night.”

“Well no one’s at there best when they’re drunk.”

Ouch. You weren’t aware you two were talking about different things.

“Was I at least still decent?”

“Well, define decent.”

Oh god. You totally made a fool of yourself last night with him didn’t you? You can’t even do one night stands right.

“Im talking about… y’know… us…”

He still didn’t get it.

“…Hooking up.”

His face relaxed.

“Oh.”

Your heart sank.

“Nothing happened.”

He turned back around.

You were sitting there dumb struck.

“But I was in your bed!”

“You wanted to sleep over here.”

He answered swiftly.

“Okay well… why was I in your shirt?”

“Pajamas.”

“Hmm… okay.”

You started to put the pieces together. Feeling some relief wash over you that you didn’t bang your childhood best friend. But also, a little disappointed.

“We did cuddle though, if that’s alright?”

He was so respectful If you weren’t sitting down your knees would’ve buckled.

“Yeah for sure, you don’t have to worry about that.”

You were flustered. But not gonna admit it. You drank your water trying to avoid awkward silence.

You took a few deep breaths and just when you thought you had composed yourself, he came over holding a plate of food, something you barely even recognized. You were starving though, and it was fucking delicious because of course it was.

You had to bite back a moan from the flavors as angels danced in your mouth.

You just spoke without thinking.

"You'd be an amazing husband..."

He 'eh hemmed' and muttered a small flustered thank you.

“You always cook like this?” You mumbled with a half mouth full of food.

“Helps me clear my head.”

“You should clear your head more often!”

He smiled into his fork at that, Letting out a small chuckle.

He wished it could stay like this forever.

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skiiyoomin · 9 months

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I feel like there isn't enough for Newt from The Maze Runner Series. Could you please write for him?

I´m sooo sorry I took so long to answer but it´s finally here!! (ive been having huge writers block so i hope this is good enough) I totally think there's not enough tmr ff!! we have to revive the fandom 🥹

my friends helped think of the story so props to them!! :D

Content: slight violence? swearing, gn reader! oblivious reader

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Summary: You were a Runner who had the unfortunate luck of getting bitten by a Griever. You had assumed your death, but when you woke up, you were in a completely different Glade, surrounded by completely different people, by boys.

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ღFrom afar | Newt

Your feet pounded on the hard ground, your heavy pants echoing through the hard rock walls. You turned your head back every so often, the sound of screeching of metal on rock not much further behind you, forcing you to quicken your pace.

A mere few minutes ago, you were peacefully resting on one of the many walls inside the maze, you were unaware of the Griever close by until it was too late. You could have run straight back to the Glade, but you couldn't risk letting the Griever close to the doors and putting in danger the rest of the girls.

Your lungs burned, terribly so, but you didn't stop. You couldn't. It all backfired when you turned the corner and found yourself in a dead end. You heard the roar of the Griever too close for comfort and without thinking, you ran straight to the end wall, grabbing onto one of the many vines and pulling yourself upward.

You looked down when you deemed yourself to be high enough, a mistake really, because in a flash, the Griever snapped the vine you were holding onto. The fall felt like it went by in slow motion, and in those few seconds, you quickly assumed your death. You felt a sharp sting on your side. Did the Griever sting you? Well, you were a goner anyway, what did it matter. Your vision began to blur, black spots engulfing your sight until all you saw was pitch black, and then, unconsciousness.

Minho ran around the maze, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, as per usual. When he turned a corner, his feet abruptly stopped.

"What the..."

A few steps in front of him laid a body, a female body. As he slowly stepped closer, he immediately took note of your sickly looking skin. His eyes landed on a spot on your arm, or rather a bite. There were dark protruding veins going up your arm, the sight bad enough to make anyone grimace.

That's when Minho snapped out of it and came to a quick realizations. You were stung by a Griever. But how did you get here? Where did you come from? Who are you?

Despite the thousands of questions flying through his mind, he knew if he didn't take you back to the Glade you'd be a goner. He gently lifted you in his arms and raced back as fast as he could.

As expected, he got a lot of stares and was asked many questions he simply could not answer.

"For the last time Alby, I don't know. I found her laying on the ground, what was i supposed to do, leave her there?"

Under all the sudden chaos, Newt, a natural diplomat in these situations, was uncharacteristically quiet. He simply did not know how to feel about any of it.

Eventually you recovered, gave your side of the story to Alby and began your new life in a new place. Undoubtedly it was hard. Recovering from the sting was a process filled with agony and confusing thoughts. Settling down in a place full of boys whose horomones skyrocketed was just as hard. Despite the uncomfortableness of it all, you began to befriend the right people and soon enough you had gained your place as a Runner.

Through all of this, Newt had made sure to stay far far away from you, watching you without making a move.

"You're gonna scare her off if you keep looking at her so much"

Frypans voice had startled him out of his daze, his eyes moving from you to him in bewilderment.

"What are you on about"

Frypan shrugs at this "You keep staring at her, if you like her that much you should just talk to her"

Now he was bewildered for sure, like you?? How is that even possible. He debated in his mind, Frypans words leaving him in a confused state. He was sure he didn't like you, yet why is your smile so heart warming, your hair looks especially nice today too.

Crap, maybe he does like you after all.

Little did he know, you were having a similar conversation in one of the many tables.

"He totally makes eyes at you, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Minho exclaims, rather loudly at that, making you slap your hands over his mouth to shut him up.

"Shut it you slinthead, he's gonna hear if you talk so loud"

Minho simply rolls his eyes before saying "Good, maybe that'll have you make a move"

You scoff "He probably doesn't even like me, he barely talks to me!!

And just like that, you were both in a never ending spiral of confusion and overthinking thoughts. And obviously, everyone noticed, with how obvious you two were how could they not?

And obviously Minho decided the best thing to do was to set up a plan.....for everyones sake.

Your days had started off normal. You got to work, went out to the Maze, came back and jotted down what you had seen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

As you were finishing up in the Map Room, Minho had bursted in, making you jump and look at him in surprise.

"I need you to help me, come quick"

Without much of a question, you followed him until you reached the Homestead. As you walked up the stairs, you stopped in front of a small unfamiliar room. Minho pushed open the door, holding on to the door knob and waving his hand, motioning you to walk inside. Before you even realized what was going on, he had slammed the door shut, locking you inside the room.

You whirled around to face the door, a look of perplexion on your face. You heard Minhos loud voice boom from the other side

"I´m not letting you out until you talk to each other!!"

If possible, your confusion only grew as you mumbled "Each other?"

"He means us"

You heard a voice from behind, the British accent all too familiar. Turning around, you were met with the sight of Newt sitting on the floor with an unimpressed look on his face. You felt the all too familiar feeling of your heart hammering in your chest. Taking a deep breathe, you sigh shakily as you sit down beside him.

You rest your head on the wall behind you, your thoughts wandering and your brows furrowing more and more.

"What do you think he meant by talking to each other?"

Newt glanced at you for a second, then, unexpectedly, he leaned forward and placed his thumb between your brows, gently rubbing the area until your frown completely disappeared.

"I don´t know but what I do know is that you´re gonna get wrinkles if you frown so much"

In a dazed like motion, he traced his thumb over your brow and down your temple until his entire hand was cupping your cheek. Your cheeks flushed under his hand, wide eyes staring deep into his brown ones.

However, as soon as the moment was there it was gone just as quickly as Newt backed away, apologies flying his mouth.

Your hands moved before you could even process what you were doing. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Stop apologizing you idiot! I don´t mind..."

You mumbled the last part in embarrasement, your eyes trained on the floor underneath you. The feeling of his rough calloused hands pulling yours away from his cheeks made your eyes shoot back up at him in surprise. You thought he would push you away, instead, he pulled you close until your head was resting on his shoulder, his long arms wrapping around your waist.

"Then...do you mind if I do this?"

When he felt you shake your head, he breathed out a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing, letting you nuzzle your face deeper against the crook of his neck. You were in that position for what felt like ages when Newt called out your name. Moving your head so you could look at him better, he took this as a sign to continue.

"I- I don´t know how to say this without making it awkward, but...well I always get this feeling around you, like my hearts going to fly out of my chest...or how I get all jittery"

As he rambles, you push your head back to fully look at him, your cheeks flaring up at his words.

"What I´m trying to say is I really really like you"

In a flash, you had cupped his face with your hands and slammed your lips to his. Whatever words he had were gone once he felt your soft lips on his. When air called, you pulled away, breathing deeply.

"I like you too Newt"

You´ve never seen someone smile as much as he did in that moment, dazzling smile taking your breath away. This time it was him who leaned in for a kiss, deeper this time and full of passion.

If you had known it would be like this you would have kissed him long long ago. Guess you have Minho to thank now.

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BONUS!!

"You think he asked her out already?" Asked Minho.

"They´ve been in there for a while that´s for sure" Was Albys reply.

"Do you think they´re-"

"DON´T finish that sentence Minho"

"I don´t think I would´ve wanted to know anyway" He says with a grimace.

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Request - doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks | “Stay still, or I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” / “That’s a good girl.”

Words - 7.4k

Warnings - Drinking, NSFW 18+ Content, Fingering, Unprotected sex [Wrap it before you tap it folks!] ♡

A/n - Had to alter the dialog prompt just a tad to get it to fit better with the dialog and situation, hope you like it. Also huge fucking thank you to Sam for helping me out so much when I was dealing with a major bout of writers block ♡

Walking into the first bar of the night, you, Jake, and Danny were all prepared to drink the night away. Rules were laid out before the night began, and as the three of you made your way to the bar, the rules were as follows;

1. Truth or drink; at any point during the night, a player may choose one other player to ask a question. The player asking the question must state 'truth or drink' before asking their question. The player being asked the question must do exactly as the name implies, answer the question, or drink.

2. No first names; simple, you cannot say the first name of any other players, if you say someone's first name, you drink.

3. I am the captain now; the first player to declare themselves so, becomes the captain for the remainder of the time at that bar, anyone that looks at the captain must take a shot.

“What can I get for you three tonight?”

“Three tequila sodas, and three shots of tequila as well.”

You turned to your right, an eyebrow raised as he finished ordering. “Are you trying to kill me, Jake?”

You could hear Danny chuckle behind you, and watched as Jake broke out in a grin. “Of course not, just had an inkling that you were going to break the rule pretty quick.”

The moment the drinks arrived, you lifted the shot glass to your lips, shooting daggers at Jake for a moment before downing the shot. One of the many things you were thankful for in your relationship with the boys, was the fact that tequila was a staple for nights out and parties, so as the liquid ran down your throat, you had little to no reaction to it.

You had the wedge of lime between your teeth as you spun to face Danny, earning a curious look from him. You removed the lime from your mouth, and dropped it in the empty shot glass before locking eyes with him. “Truth or drink, Wagner. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

He smiled and nodded a bit before looking off to think about it for a moment. “Behind the counter at work.”

“At our work?” You watched as a blush rose to his cheeks, and he nodded. “Dude, that's gross, I work behind that counter.”

A small smirk emerged, hidden just enough by his grin that no one would be the wiser, but you were all too familiar with that smirk of his, and he knew it too. There was a sudden weight on your shoulder, and above the music, a voice broke through. “Hey, you two. I am the captain now.”

Danny’s eyes left yours, instinctually looking over at Jake as he spoke, and letting out a groan how quickly he managed to lose. The two of you watched as Danny lifted his shot from the counter, holding it up to you before pouring the tequila into his mouth, and you could feel the breath leave Jake's lips as he spoke in a low whisper. “It would be easier for you to get it over with now, don’t you think.”

“No chance, Jake.”

“Oh come on, Y/n, you’ve already got to do one for saying my name, might as well look at me and make it two.” You could practically hear the cocky grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes before turning to wave the bartender over.

“Three shots of tequila please.”

His chuckle echoed through your head, and your lips turned up into a smirk as the shots were slid in front of you, and Jake spoke up once again. “Three shots? Getting one to soothe the loss?”

It was your turn to laugh as you pulled one shot towards yourself. “Oh I have no intention of taking all of these.” You slid the second shot towards Jake, and kept your eyes on the two shots ahead of you.

“You see, this one is for saying your name.” You lifted your first shot, drinking down the tequila as quickly as you could before placing the lime wedge in your mouth and sucking.

“This one is for looking at you.” Jake was wearing a victorious grin when you turned to him, and a confused brow at the cocky smirk on your own face. “But only because I couldn’t resist seeing the look on your face when you realize that this third shot is for you.”

His smile faltered as he recounted the last few minutes of conversation, and you could see the moment it clicked in his head. “I said your name…”

The smirk on your face turned to a full smile as he slowly reached to take the shot. You lifted your own, holding it out for him to tap his glass against. “You did. Now, what is it that Josh says, bajabule?”

He sighed, and the soft clink of your shot glasses could be heard by only the three of you. “Bajabule.”

Rules for the second bar were decided upon on the walk over, ‘truth or drink’ remained, and two more were added;

1. Nose master; the master is chosen upon the arrival at the bar via a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winner is the nose master. As the master you can put your finger to your nose at any time while at the bar. If you see the master with their finger on their nose, you do it too, the last person to notice has to drink. The loser then becomes the nose master.

2. All drinks must be held with the players 'weaker' hand, meaning if they are right handed, they must only lift their drinks with their left hand, and vice versa. If you are caught with your drink in your dominant hand, you drink.

You had won the game, somehow getting lucky enough to play rock as both Jake and Danny played scissors.

The three of you made yourselves comfortable in a booth near the back of the pub, chatting and sipping away at your drinks as the music, which you all agreed was mediocre, played on in the background.

It took less than half an hour before Jake was on the verge of pissing himself, having avoided going to the bathroom for pretty much the entire time you had been out. He made a comment about getting another round of drinks for all of you on his way back before making a b-line for the bathroom. You and Danny thanked him, and fell into a comfortable silence, during which he pulled out the nearly empty water bottle from your bag, and you watched as he tipped his head back, drinking what was left of the liquid and leaving his neck and jaw completely exposed to you.

You tried (barely) to contain yourself, but your body moved faster than your thoughts, and before you knew what you were doing, your lips were pressed to the curve of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin. He choked a bit on the water as you leaned back into the cushioning of the booth, looking ahead of you with a crimson blush heating up your cheeks. When you finally looked over at him, he was already staring back at you, an eyebrow raised and that same miniscule smirk you had seen earlier peeking through once again. “Sorry… couldn’t help myself.”

He placed the water bottle back on the seat next to him, and lifted his now free hand to lift your chin, forcing your gaze to lock with his. “No need to apologize, Y/n.”

His stare was deep, as if he were searching through your every thought. You took that as an opportunity to gently place your hand on his thigh, letting your fingers splay as you trailed your touch against the now tense muscle beneath them. You watched as his eyes quickly flickered down to your hand before locking with your own once again, a mild look of warning crossing his face. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol flowing through you, or the muscle memory taking over, but your hand continued to brush along his leg, your fingers just barely slipping beneath the hem of his shorts before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and his jaw clenched.

“Watch it, sweetheart, or when I get you alone I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” Danny watched as a look of minor shock crossed your face, and your hand went limp in his grasp. His fingers released your wrist from their hold, and you slowly pulled your hand back into your lap. “That’s a good girl.”

Danny’s eyes wandered to his drink, and yours scanned the bar, only to find Jake leaning against the bar with a knowing smirk on his face as he stared back at your flustered appearance. You watched as he slowly lifted his finger to his nose, tapping it gently before looking over at Danny. Your gaze followed his, finding Danny staring down at his phone. When you looked back up, Jake was walking over with your drinks, and you lifted your hand, placing your finger on your nose. Jake followed close behind, placing one of the drinks on the table before placing his finger on his nose and setting down the other two drinks.

Danny’s eyes lifted from his phone when he heard the clink of the glasses on the wooden table, immediately seeing both you and Jake with your fingers on your noses. “Motherfuckers…”

He reached for his drink, and took a large swig, shooting daggers at the two of you the entire time. There was a moment of quiet between the three of you, but as you reached for your drink, you could feel both of their eyes on you… more specifically, on the hand that was reaching for the glass. You realized just before your fingers touched the glass that it was your dominant hand, and quickly pulled it back, switching it for your weaker hand and lifting the glass. “You two are like fucking vultures.”

The third bar was louder than the last, and had more people, so as Danny led the way, Jake remained as closely behind you as he could. You were going over the rules for the bar in your head in a desperate attempt to remember what you could and couldn’t do. On the walk over the three of you decided on these.

1. Nose master; continuing the original rules, the last person to become nose master at the previous bar remains the nose master until their round is played, then the player that drinks becomes the master.

2. Staring contest; if any player catches the gaze of another player, a staring contest begins. The first player to blink, or break the eye contact loses, and must finish their drink

3. Truth or drink; the rules remain mostly the same as the last two bars, with one change, if you choose not to answer the question, instead of taking a drink, you must finish whatever you have in your glass.

The issue with losing yourself in your thoughts, especially when intoxicated, is the lack of spatial awareness. So when Danny stopped at the bar, it took Jake’s arm wrapping around you to stop you from running directly into him. Instead you were pulled against Jake as someone tried to squeeze between you and Danny, and someone else bumped into Jake’s back. Your body turned slightly, as did your head, and you locked eyes with Jake. The moment it clicked for the both of you that you were now locked into one of the rules of the game, a smirk formed on his lips.

You knew all too well what Jake was like when he got drunk. Buried deep in your subconscious was a collection of memories; like the way his voice slowly lowered until it was raspy and addictive to the ear, or how his touch would tread the line between friendly and flirty, lingering just a beat too long to forget about, and his eyes… his deep brown eyes, the way they became almost drowsy, no matter how much energy remained in his body, and he would stare at you, giving you his full attention as you spoke.

It was the same stare you were locked into at that moment, fighting to keep yourself from looking away as a blush warmed your skin at the contact of his hand on your waist. You refused to be the one to break, and it seemed Jake had the same determination, keeping his eyes locked with yours as his hand slid along your side until it came to rest at your hip, his finger hooking into the belt loop on your shorts. “Hi.”

A smile grew on your lips, and just above the music Jake could hear your voice. “Hi.”

The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds before you spoke up again. “Wanna make this a double drinking game?”

“How so?”

“Truth or drink?”

He smiled, keeping his eyes trained on yours as he nodded his head. “Ask away.”

Your smile widened, and you took a second to think about a question. “Is there a sex scene from a movie or tv show that you have wanted to recreate?”

He smirked, nodding once again. “Of course.”

“Well.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “What movie?”

You could feel the hand he had on your hip shift a bit as he continued to stare at you. “Have you seen ‘Sleeping with Other People’?”

“Yes?” The word was drawn out as it flowed from you.

“Then you know what happens in the movie.”

“Well, yeah, but there’s quite a few sex scenes in that movie.”

“There is, and I’ll leave it up to that dirty little imagination of yours to wonder which one I’d want to recreate.” The smirk on his face was cocky as he teased you, and his fingers played with the hem of your tee shirt.

“Are you two just going to stand there all night, or can we find a spot to sit down?” There was a hint of something in Danny’s tone as he spoke, and it seemed he wasn’t pleased at that moment.

“Well, Danny.” Jake started, giving you a quick smile before turning his gaze to Danny. “Y/n and I were in the middle of a fairly intense staring contest, which I have now lost. So why don’t you two go find a table, and I will go get myself a shot.”

You could feel Danny’s eyes on you from the moment the two of you turned to find somewhere to sit. His hand found the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd. You came to a halt at a small bar table, and Danny pulled a seat out for you, waiting until you were sitting on the tall stool before pushing it toward the table. His grip remained on the edge of the chair, his thumbs brushing against the outside of your thighs as he leaned closer to you. “Truth or drink. Is there anyone in this bar that you would sleep with at this very moment.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from you, and you kept your eyes on the drink in front of you. Slowly, you lifted the cup to your lips, your bottom lip meeting the cool glass as you spoke. “No comment.”

But Danny caught the flicker of your eyes.

He saw your gaze lock on Jake as he collected the drinks he had been served and thanked the bartender.

As Danny distanced himself from you, he realized that you had finished all the liquid in your glass, and your attention turned to him briefly before being interrupted by Jake's reappearance. A smile appeared on your face as he placed his drinks, and a few extra, on the table. “Welcome back, hey, keep Danny company for a few. I’m gonna go pee and get another drink.”

“Don’t worry about the drink, I got…” He turned, watching as you walked away, paying no mind to the words he was speaking. “Extras…”

Danny and Jake both sat on their respective stools, switching between staring at the other people in the bar, or staring at their glasses, in silence either way. Until Jake finally sighed, and spoke up. “So… how are you feeling about all this?”

Jake awaited a response for a few beats, and all he got in return was a very confused look on Danny’s face. “Y/n is being quite flirty tonight, I figured you’d be feeling something considering the two of you have a… thing.”

The confusion dropped from Danny’s face. “We don’t have a thing…” He watched the look on Jake’s face change, and he could practically hear his voice in his head saying ‘you’re really gonna lie to me now?’

“Okay, we’ve been sleeping together for a little while.” Danny bit his tongue in an effort not to overshare, but the look on Jake’s face urged him to continue. “But we’re not exclusive, and we haven’t discussed it in a while.”

Jake hummed, his focus drifting momentarily as he tried to work out a response to Danny, who sat opposite to him, chewing the inside of his lip. “Okay… so I guess my question to you is this. Are you comfortable having her sleep with your friend? If not, I won’t touch the subject.”

Jake paused for a moment, letting Danny process what he was saying as he took a sip of his drink. “Alternatively, she had mentioned something in passing while you were off taking a piss on our way to this bar, might be more in your ballpark.”

Danny’s curiosity perked up, and as you sat at the bar ordering your drink, he listened to Jake's proposition. When you turned away from the bar, you were startled to see Danny standing directly behind you, already staring at you. Your whole body flinched, causing a large drop of your drink to fall from the glass onto the floor. “Fuck, Danny! You scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckled, his hands lifting to your elbows to help you stabilize yourself. “Sorry… uh… is it true that you’ve been dreaming about me and Jake?”

He watched the blood rush to your face and chest, painting you in a crimson hue, and when you attempted to avoid his gaze, two of his fingers lifted to your chin, holding you to look him in the eyes. You slowly nodded your head, chewing on your lip as he continued to stare at you, licking his own lips as they turned up into a small smirk. “At the same time?”

You nodded again, stuck watching as he gazed at you with a look that you couldn’t quite read.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” When all you did was nod at him again, he lifted his thumb to your lips, slowly dragging it down, pulling your bottom lip down with it. Your eyelids had fluttered shut, and a small sigh fell from your lips as he used his other hand to pull you closer to him. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Danny.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you opened your eyes, your gaze quickly locking with Danny’s. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Jake was already searching for an Uber for the three of you as you and Danny returned to the table, and the tension suddenly felt more present. As you stood in the open space next to Jake’s chair, each of you finishing the drinks you had left while you awaited the arrival of your ride, you could feel Jake’s fingers ghosting over the back of your legs, causing trails of goosebumps to rise in their path.

The car ride to your apartment was equal parts better and worse. You got more impatient the longer you felt Jake's fingers gently grasping at the flesh of your thigh, or the way Danny’s fingers danced with your own.

Twenty minutes had never felt so long.

Danny could only watch you fumble with your keys for so long before he gently coaxed them from your hand, unlocking the door and opening it for you to walk in ahead of him. Both Danny and Jake had been in your apartment before, but you could see the difference in their comfort levels. As Danny casually kicked off his shoes and sauntered into the kitchen, Jake slowly closed the door behind him, sliding off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket. You sat on the bench next to your front door and bent down to untie your shoes. The movement pressed your belt into your stomach, pulling a hushed hiss from you that Jake just barely heard over the loud proclamation Danny called out when he found your cat, Samson.

As you fought with the tangled knot of your shoe, you noticed a pair of feet stop a few inches from your own, and as you looked up at Jake, he kneeled down. When your eyes met with his own, his lips curled into a warm smile, and he quickly looked down, untying the knots in your laces and pulling the shoes from your feet. Only once they were both off and placed to the side did Jake look back up at you.

Your eyes followed him as he lifted from his kneeling position in front of you. As he looked down at you, he gently placed his hands on your cheeks and leaned down until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “You really are beautiful, have I ever told you that?”

Slowly, you shook your head, and your lips parted just enough for a single word to escape. “Jake.”

His lips turned from his usual grin to a pleased smirk as he noticed the change in your breathing. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Kiss me.”

His smirk deepened, and he closed the distance between you, stopping when his lips brushed your own. “Since you asked so nicely.”

You were never sure what it would be like to kiss Jake, but you were pleasantly surprised, as his lips connected with yours, that his kiss mirrored his warm disposition. You couldn’t help but melt into him, letting his hands do the work of keeping your head up.

There was no air left in your lungs when he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he straightened himself out. He didn’t look much different from you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. Jake helped you up off of the bench, and kept his hand wrapped around your own as he led you toward your bedroom.

Your eyes drifted around the corner as you passed the kitchen, watching for a moment as Danny continued to stand in front of your fridge petting Samson, who was lounging in his bed at the top, before attention was pulled back to Jake, who had gently tugged on your hand.

Jake made his way into your room, turning to you as your hand slipped from his, and he quickly raised a curious brow at the mischievous look on your face. You made a slight shooing motion with one hand, and the other reached for your doorknob. “You’re welcome to sit on my bed, I’ll join you in a minute.”

He continued to give you a questioning look as he shuffled over to your bed, and as you turned your back to him, he made himself comfortable leaning back against the headboard. He watched as you poked your head through the now narrow crack between your bedroom door and its frame. “Oh Danny, better get here quick before Jake gets me all to himself in here.”

You could hear Danny turn and begin walking toward your room, waiting until he turned the corner and locked his eyes on you to shoot him a quick wink and close the door behind you, locking it before he had the chance to stop you.

The doorknob turned as you stepped further into your bedroom, slipping into your closet and quickly stripping out of the clothes you had been wearing all night, changing instead into an oversized tee shirt. When the door didn’t open, you could hear Danny groan. “Come on, Y/n. Open the door.”

You turned briefly to Jake, a wicked grin on your lips for only a moment before you turned back to the door, unlocking it and putting on your most innocent expression as you opened it. Danny stood on the other side of the door, already staring at the spot he was expecting you to be in, and you watched as his eyebrow cocked at your change of appearance. “Hiya, Danny. Funny seeing you here.”

Danny’s jaw clenched, but you watched his lips curl into a grin as wicked as the one you had shown Jake. He stepped forward, quickly lifting you off of the ground and taking a few steps into the bedroom before tossing you onto your bed. “Fair warning, Jake…” You could feel the dip in the mattress as you sat up, not from your own weight, but from Danny shuffling up behind you. “She can be a bit of a brat sometimes.”

Jake was already looking back at you when your eyes lifted to look at him, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Is that so?”

You could feel the heat of Danny’s breath as his lips ghosted along your shoulder, and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding at Jake as Danny’s lips trailed to the spot behind your ear, kissing the spot that always makes your spine tingle. “You wanna prove you can listen, sweetheart?”

When all you do in response is nod again, you feel his teeth nip lightly at your skin. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Danny.” He can’t see the playful roll of your eyes, but Jake catches it, and does the same. “Let me prove I can listen.”

His hands teased at the hem of your tee shirt, running along the curve of your hips, lifting the fabric until he could feel the lace of your bra, then dropping it. He did this repeatedly until you finally let out an impatient sigh. “Just take it off, Danny.”

His movements stopped, leaving his hands resting on your hips. “Why should I?”

You knew what he was looking for, all he wanted was for you to say please, to ‘make it sound pretty’ as he had said during one of your past hookups. Your eyes were locked on Jake’s, and he watched as the wicked little smirk returned to your lips. “Because I really want to show Jakey my lingerie, I know he’s got a thing for it.”

Danny’s hands twitched against your skin, tightening for a moment. “Can you ask nicely?”

“Please, Danny.” You leaned back, resting against his chest and tilting your head back until your lips were against the shell of his ear. “Take off my shirt so that Jake can stare at my tits.”

“Can I do more than stare?”

Both your eyes, and Danny’s drifted to Jake, somewhat awkwardly sitting at the head of your bed, rubbing his hands over his jean covered thighs. You broke into a grin and straightened yourself out. “Depends… will you take my shirt off? ‘Cause it doesn’t seem like Danny wants to.”

Jake's eyes flickered away from yours for only a moment, but when he looked back at you, you felt Danny tug on the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up until you had to raise your arms to assist in its removal.

A low whistle came from Jake’s lips as you dropped your hands back to your sides. He held out a hand to you, and watched as you shuffled forward, placing your hand in his. The smile on his face was contagious as he studied all that had been revealed to him. You could feel Danny’s hands drop from your hips as you moved closer to Jake, and as soon as you were close enough, you leaned forward to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “You remember what I asked you earlier, Jake?”

You pulled away just enough to see his adam's apple bob and his lips parted. “The uh… the movie thing?”

You nodded, and lifted your hand to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm. “You gonna show me which scene it is now?”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and simply stared at you in awe for a moment before nodding. “Gonna need you to turn around for me, gorgeous.”

Your eyes remained on him as you slowly turned away from him, and he slid off the bed, already fumbling with the button of his jeans. Once they were on the floor, he kneeled on the bed, shuffling himself behind you. Your eyes had drifted to Danny, and he watched as your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Jake's hands ghosting up your arms. He brushed the hair from your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck before brushing them up your throat, stopping when he could feel the delicate skin of your ear beneath his lips. “Hands and knees.”

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with every desperate breath, and he had barely even touched you. Slowly, you leaned forward, planting your hands a few inches from where Danny was sitting, glancing up at him as Jake’s hands found your hips. You were dragged back a bit, a small gasp falling from between your lips as your ass came in contact with the cotton of his boxers. He was hard, and the two layers of fabric between you left very little to the imagination.

One of Jake's hands drifted from your hip, running over the swell of your ass before dipping between your thighs. A low hum rumbled from his chest as he ran his fingers along your lace covered slit, feeling the build up of arousal that the two of them had caused. “So wet already, doll, and we’ve barely even touched you.”

His middle finger hooked around the lace, slipping them to the side and sweeping his knuckle over the newly bare skin. The subtle touch alone had small whimpers falling from you. Slowly, you felt the tips of his middle and ring fingers teasing at your entrance. He made sure the digits were completely coated in your slick before slipping them forward, taunting you with their barely-there touch over your clit.

Your head lifted, and with it your eyes drifted up to Danny’s face. He was already looking down at you, a pleased little grin adorning his face. The movement caught Jake’s attention, and as you and Danny locked eyes, Jake moved his fingers, beginning to slowly sink them into you, causing you to lurch forward and reach for Danny with one of your hands.

The rhythm Jake had chosen was addictive, drawing you closer as one hand gripped the sheets, and the other found purchase on Danny’s thigh. Danny lifted a hand to your face, his palm against your cheek as his other hand wrapped around your own. You watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, using his hand to drag yours over his fabric covered cock.

You were treading the line, getting closer and closer to release with every sweep of Jake’s fingers inside of you, and he could tell. “Squeezing me so tight, baby. You getting close?”

You kept your eyes on Danny as you slowly nodded. “Yes, Jake… so fucking close.”

His fingers slipped out of you, earning a disappointed groan from you. You turned as best as you could, watching as the hand Jake had been using to pleasure you, was pulling at the band of his boxers, lowering them just enough for him to pull his cock out. He caught you staring, and a cocky grin overtook his lips, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip.

It was divine, the breathy moan that cascaded from Jake’s lips as he ran the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself in you. He could feel the buck of your hips as he teased the tip over your clit, before trailing it up to your entrance. The pressure of him pushing just the tip into you was driving you crazy, and desperately you turned to him, giving him your most pleading expression. “Please, Jake. I want it all, fuck me… please.”

He was bigger than you expected. No matter how many of his exes you had talked to, or how many nights you couldn’t help but imagine it, none of that compared to the exquisite stretch you felt as he inched his cock into you.

“Fuck, Jake. Feels so good.” Both of your hands tightened their grip as you moaned at the feeling of Jake fully pressed into you, his hips brushing the skin of your ass. You could hear the quiet huff that Danny released, and quickly realized that your hand was still pressed against his confined erection.

Jake began to slowly pull himself out, inching away from you until only the head of his cock remained inside, before thrusting back into you, slowly beginning to build a rhythm. “I know, baby. You feel fucking phenomenal.”

Your focus was divided, feeling the electric pleasure shooting through you as Jake fucked you, and palming Danny over his shorts, watching as his eyes were borderline closed, remaining only open enough to watch your face twist in pleasure. Your hand moved, drifting to the button of Danny’s shorts and popping it open before slowly dragging the zipper down, revealing the soft, black fabric of his boxers.

Your own movements distracted you from Jake’s, and as you went to dip your hand into Danny’s boxers, Jake's arm wrapped around your torso. He pulled you from the mattress, pressing your back into his chest as he continued to rock his hips into yours. Danny was wearing a pleasantly surprised expression when he looked up at you, stretched against Jake's body as the hand he had used to lift you gripped your hip, and the other trailed at an excruciatingly slow pace up your body.

Your eyes were still on Danny, watching as he sat there with his pants unbuttoned, still fully clothed, staring at you. “Danny.”

His smile widened at the sound of your already fucked out voice saying his name. “Yes, sweetheart?”

Despite the situation you were in, Danny's use of the soft nickname brought a warm blush to your chest and face. “Can you take off your shirt please?”

He chuckled lightly at the polite request, but quickly reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floor of your bedroom. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. The hooks of your bralette were undone by Jake as your attention remained on Danny, but Danny caught the movement, he watched as Jake gently pushed the straps from over your shoulders and pulled the small article of clothing from your warm skin.

A particularly hard thrust from Jake had your head lulling back onto his shoulder, his name tumbling from your lips in a breathy gasp. The tingle of his touch traveled from between your tits until his palm rested against the skin of your throat, his fingers pressing lightly against your jaw to keep your head back as his lips brushed against your ear. “Danny looks like he wants to devour you, baby.”

You can't help the giggle that bubbles from you. “Let him. He knows I love the feeling of his mouth on my body.”

The feeling of Danny's tongue running in the valley between your breasts drew a long moan from you. Your body leaned into the warmth of his mouth on you, kissing across the tops of each breast before wrapping his lips around one nipple, and toying with the other between his fingers. Your hands reached for each of the men attached to you, one stretching behind you to entangle your fingers in Jake's hair, as the other roamed Danny’s torso, finally teasing past the band of his boxers and feeling the weight of his cock in your palm.

“You remember this part of the movie, gorgeous?” His voice was teasing as he slowed his thrusts, putting purpose behind each roll of his hips.

“Don’t think it went exactly like this, Jake.”

You could feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckled, and his grip on your hip tightened for a moment. “Well, there’s alway room for improvement, right?”

“Agreed.”

“There is one thing though…” The hand he had resting on your hip swept across your navel, his middle and ring fingers ghosting over your clit as his words drifted from his lips directly into your ear. “What was it that she said in that scene?”

You let out a breathy laugh at that, and as you felt the pressure of his fingers against your clit, you tilted your head, leaving only millimeters between your lips and Jakes. “Be rude to it.”

His hips stuttered as the words left your lips, and even Danny bucked into your hand, but you had no time to revel in the feeling before Jake's fingers began to work at the bundle of nerves between your legs.

It was overwhelming, the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body at the touch of these men. You lost yourself in the feeling as you gave into your orgasm. You were no longer holding yourself up, instead being held up by Jake's grasp around your hip, and Danny’s head on your chest.

Jake’s hips slowed, but never stopped as he worked you through the high, and both hands moved to support your hips. His head dropped to your shoulder, peppering kisses along your shoulder. “I’m so close, where… uh… where do you want me?”

You giggled, a bright sound to break the moaning and breathing that had overtaken the room. Both of your hands moved to Danny’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Danny, can you scooch back for me please.”

Danny nodded, moving back enough for you to arch your back, and you simply turned to look at Jake. “Make a mess of me, Jake.”

You watched as his eyes rolled back, and his bottom lip was drawn between his teeth as he slowly pulled himself out of you. It was a bit straining on your neck, but you couldn’t look away as he ran his hand along his cock, setting a pace that had him painting your lower back with his cum within a few moments. You hummed at the feeling, leaning your weight on Danny as Jake fell back against your headboard, his chest heaving as he came down.

You turned, looking at Danny with a soft, fucked out smile, and found that he was already looking at you. He kept one hand on your waist, helping to hold you up as the other lifted to your face, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

The little moment you were sharing was interrupted when you felt a piece of cloth against your back, and the two of you turned your attention to Jake, who had picked up the ratty tee shirt you had been wearing off of the floor to wipe his cum from your skin. He had put his jeans back on, and when he finished cleaning you off, he tossed the shirt into your hamper. “I think I’m gonna… head out.”

His words had you fully turning to look at him. “Oh? You can stay, you know? You don't have to leave.”

He smiled, stepping forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “No, I should go. I had fun.” When he stepped away, he tripped over Danny’s shirt, but caught himself, stumbling backward towards the door. “I feel like whatever is about to happen would be better left between just the two of you.”

You and Danny turned to look at each other, and though he remained staring at you, you turned back to Jake after a moment. “Okay… um. Well, if you’re hungry, you’re more than welcome to take a slice of leftover pizza from my fridge on your way out.”

He chuckled, walking through the door frame and out into the hallway. “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll see you guys later.”

You and Danny sat in silence staring at each other, listening to Jake as he walked to the kitchen, took a slice of pizza, and said a brief goodbye to Samson before leaving the apartment. When the sound of the door closing echoed through the apartment, you fell back onto your mattress, turning to look at Danny with a smirk on your lips. “Why are you still wearing pants?”

If you could listen to his laugh for the rest of your life, you would. Danny slid off of your bed, shedding the remainder of his clothing before crawling back onto your bed, and on top of you. The two of you simply stared at each other for a minute, as he slowly lowered himself until his nose was brushing against yours. “Hi.”

The smirk on your lips turned to a full fledged smile. “Hi.”

“So uh… I don’t want to kill the mood, but can we talk real quick?”

“Of course, Danny, what’s up?”

He rolled off of you, landing next to you with a small bounce. “I… um… god, I don’t know how to word this.”

You watched for a while as he floundered, trying to find the right words, before you butt in. “I want that too, Danny.”

He turned to you, with the look of a deer caught in the headlights, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally speaking. “Really, but… tonight, with Jake.”

You rolled over, entangling one of your legs with his and splaying your hand over his chest. “Tonight was fun, but it’s not what I want. I want you, Danny.”

“Really?”

You giggled, nodding at him. “Of course, I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Danny’s smile could light up any darkness you could find yourself in, and he wrapped his hand over the one you had on his chest, pulling it up until his lips pressed against your knuckles. “I have felt the same for longer than I can remember.”

His hand loosened from around yours, and you placed your hand against his cheek, watching as he turned to press a kiss to your palm as his hand trailed along your body, wrapping around the thigh you had thrown over his, and tugging it, pulling you fully on top of him. The sudden movement drew a gasp from your lips, and you watched as his expression turned mischievous. You could feel his erection between you, and slowly rolled your hips over his, effectively coating the length of his cock in your arousal.

“Not gonna last long, sweetheart, I’ve been worked up all night because of you.” His voice was strained, holding back a moan as you continued to rock your hips against him.

You snuck your free hand to the space between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his length and lining him up, slowly sinking down on his length and listening to the divine, drawn out moan that came from him as all the pent up tension between the two of you finally came to a head.

To his credit, he lasted longer than either of you thought he would. The both of you were so worked up, and your last orgasm had left you sensitive, so it was no surprise that when your second of the evening rolled through you, Danny was close behind. He released all that he had into you, easing into the mattress beneath him as you relaxed on his chest, both of you remaining in a comfortable silence as you slowly caught your breath.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to get up?”

He chuckled, running his fingers up and down your spine for a couple minutes before responding. “I don’t either, but we should probably clean up before we both pass out.”

“Agreed.”

Neither of you moved, remaining curled up together for another ten-ish minutes before you finally groaned and conceited, sliding off of Danny, and the bed. “Come on, let’s do this. I wanna get cuddled up and go to sleep.”

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I Want You Around

A/N: Sooooooooo I haven't done this in a verrryyyyyy loooonnnnggggg tiiiimmmmmeeeee. Writer's block/real life circumstances/and self doubt is a bitch. But a burst of inspiration hit me out of nowhere and this is what I came up with. Let's see where this goes. S/O to @lisayourworries for staying on my ass & @krysxtotheo for the constant thirst chats about The Bloodline.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+, hint of smut but not too much.....for now

*Word Count: Approximately 1900 words

************************************************************************“Krys you awake?”

“No.”

Chocolate brown eyes rolled as a soft giggle filled the room. The woman laying next to the muscular body turned to face her bed companion, resting her head on top of her arm. Her gaze landed on the side profile of her boyfriend’s face, his expression unchanging.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“That can’t be good,” Krys joked with a small smile. She reached out and placed her index finger on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. “What’s on your mind Sefa?”

“Us.”

“Us?” Krys asked with a raise of her perfectly arched brow. “What about us?”

Silence filled the room as Sefa studied the woman’s face, his eyes unreadable. Krys felt her palms start to perspire despite being completely nude under the lightweight bed sheet, the air conditioner nestled in the window rumbling lowly above the bed her and Sefa laid in. Despite being in a relationship with one another for a little over a year, most times Sefa was a puzzle that Krys couldn’t solve. He mostly kept to himself not allowing many people to penetrate the hardened exterior that he constructed to conceal his innermost thoughts and emotions.

Krys, however, was different.

From the moment he laid eyes on her on his first day at NXT as she prepared to take his introductory photo after he joined the company he was enamored with her. From her infectious giggle to the way her light brown eyes sparkled when she watched him ringside performing as she snapped pictures to the way her body melted under his firm but loving touch whenever they made love, Krys had managed to do the one thing that no other woman before her could do.

She turned him into a pile of mush.

That could be the only explanation as to why he was even considering this proposition. His brain was screaming at him that he was taking a huge risk and to slow down. There was no need to make such a hasty decision at this stage of their relationship. They needed more time to get to know one another to strengthen their bond. Things were great the way they were currently going. So why change what wasn’t broken?

However, despite all of the valid reasons his brain created he couldn’t ignore his gut telling him he was making the right choice.

Sefa parted his lips to speak before Krys’s shaky exhale interrupted his thoughts. She fully sat up in the bed, using the sheet as a temporary shield to hide her breasts that were decorated with of a spattering of Sefa’s teeth marks.

“Sefa, I already know what you’re going to say.”

“You do?”

Krys nodded and ran a hand through her curly blondish brown hair, pushing it away from her face. “Yeah. You’re gonna say that you care about me but you need to focus on your career now. You just got called up to the main roster and that requires a lot of focus and you can’t handle being distracted with a semi long distance relationship while I still work down at NXT.”

“Krys-"

“And I get it. This has been a dream of yours before we even knew one another. So it hurts but I completely understand it.”

“But-“

“You’re a great guy and I want the best for you. I truly mean that. Even if it means we have to break up.”

Sefa’s head jerked towards Krys, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Break up? You think I want to break-"

“I really should get going,” Krys interrupted as she swung her legs out of the bed, her foot touching the hardwood floor to look for her slipper. Before her other foot could do the same, Sefa’s large hand darted out and gently grabbed her wrist and halting her movements. Krys shivered at his touch, a chill running the length of her body and making her nipples harden instantly.

“Move in with me.”

Krys’s lips parted slightly as her eyes widened before darting to look at Sefa who was staring intently at her.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna break up with you Krystle. I want you to move in with me.”

The couple held each other’s stare waiting for the other one to speak. Krys cracked first, clearing her throat softly. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…I mean we’re…well…honestly Sefa I didn’t think that was an option,” she admitted softly. Her gaze fell to her lap and she shrugged. “You just don’t seem like the type that would want a woman living with you and being around 24/7. You’re kinda of a loner.”

A soft chuckle fell from Sefa’s full lips. “True.”

“And things are going really well between us. Sure the new adjustment of you being on the road weekly is a new challenge but besides that we’re pretty solid.”

“Is that so? Well why did you automatically assume I wanted to break up with you a few minutes ago?” Sefa asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

Krys shrugged. “I mean if your boyfriend tells you that they’ve been thinking about your relationship late at night it typically aren’t good thoughts.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “So you don’t want to break up with me?”

“I love you Krys why would I want to break up with you?”

Sefa watched as relief flushed over Krys’s face, another small exhale slipping from her lips at his admission. She slipped out from underneath the sheets and started to pace back and forth in front of the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but study the naked frame in front of him, her full breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took as her hips swayed from side to side. He subconsciously bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on her supple ass, the moonlight streaming into his room accentuating her caramel hued skin that was prickled with various stretch marks that he loved to trace with his tongue any chance he got. Not only was Krys the most beautiful and sexiest woman he laid eyes on but she also one of the nicest people he knew. As corny as it fuckin sounded she was one of the rare people that managed to lighten anybody’s life that she came in contact with. She was extremely compassionate and charming and could crack the toughest person she encountered, her contagious personality causing people to constantly want to be in her presence.

Sefa was a prime example of that.

When he finally got signed by WWE, Sefa main goal was to add to his family’s rich wrestling legacy. He knew he had big shoes to fill based on the amount of Hall of Famers in his family and the current legacy his brothers and cousin were crafting at that very moment. Sefa told himself that failure was not an option. Being less than great was not a choice. And he was willing to put in the work to carve his own legacy that would be praised for decades to come.

But the moment he met Krys, his goals shifted.

Sure he still wanted to become one of the greats in his family. But now he slowly found himself thinking about what he wanted his life outside the ring to look like. And every fantasy included Krys. Marrying her. Having kids with her. Growing old with her. Loving her until he took his last breath.

But those fantasies couldn’t become a reality if the naked woman in front of him wasn’t on board.

“You don’t seem happy about my request.”

Krys stopped pacing back and forth at the sound of disappointment in Sefa’s voice and turned to face him. “Baby it’s not that I’m not happy. I just want to make sure this is something you truly want. What if we move in together and it ruins what we have now? I don’t want to lose you.”

Sefa stood to his feet and climbed out of his bed, taking large strides towards Krys before he finally reached her. His muscular arms wrapped around her body pulling it plush against his chest as he dropped a kiss on her temple. Krys’s arms automatically opened to hug him back, her body relaxing in his embrace.

“Krys I don’t wanna lose you either. But I also know that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You’re right I’m a loner and stay to myself. I keep most people at a distance. But Krystle Washington you’re not one of those people. I want to come home from the road with you waiting for me to talk my ear off about whatever gossip from those housewives shows you watch that you read that day. Or to wake up every single morning and watch you test every last bit of resolve I have while doing your daily yoga routine in the living room. I want all that sappy shit in those rom com movies that you force me to watch with you and only you.”

Krys scoffed. “Stop lying I do not force you to watch those movies with me. You love them just like I do,” she said with a giggle.

Sefa smirked. “What I love more is watching them with you. I love spending time with you baby.” He pulled away from the embrace and titled Krys’s head upward so they could lock eyes once again. “Admit it I make a compelling argument.”

Krys couldn’t stop the small grin from appearing on the corners of her lips as Sefa’s words resonated in her mind. It wasn’t like she already didn’t spend all of her free time at his place. Financially it made sense to agree to his request so she could stop paying rent for a place that she had barely slept in since the moment her and Sefa became intimate a few months prior. There was no denying how head over heels she was for him and the mere thought of taking this leap with him and moving to the next stage of their relationship excited her. But it was still a huge decision she had to think about. And seeing as how the two of them were currently holding each other’s naked bodies, his penis slowly awakening and slapping her inner thigh she knew it was not the right circumstance to think clearly.

“I’m not saying no.” She held up her index finger as a wide smile spread across Sefa’s face. “But I’m not saying yes either. Not yet anyway. I’m just saying give me some time to think about it babe.”

Sefa nodded. “Ok that’s fair enough.”

Before Krys could say anything else, Sefa dipped his head and captured her lips in a smoldering kiss. She felt the wind slowly evaporate from her body as she quickly became lightheaded. She placed her small palms on Sefa’s chest to steady herself as his tongue slid out of his mouth and expertly pried the seams of her full lips before quickly tangling with her tongue. His hands fell to her round ass and squeezed generously eliciting a loud moan from Krys. Her thighs instinctively parted as the heat rushed to her pussy causing it to throb without being touched and begged for attention. Sefa’s arms suddenly scooped Krys’s body into a fireman’s carry and he slowly walked back to the bed without their lips parting, planning to spend the next few hours to convince her to take him up on his offer.

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