#I just watched it again and it took my breath away
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WHAT'S AFTER PLAN B?
after missing your period, you decided to take a pregnancy test, whatever happens next depends on him.
feature: choso, gojo, geto | part ii: nanami, sukuna, toji, hiromi
content: 4.5k+ wc — not proofread + mentions of pregnancy, slight guilt trip, possessive sēx, light cm play, dggystyle, m!reciving, pssy eating, fluff, nastay
CHOSO KAMO
Choso had been enamored with you since the day you two first met, and ever since he had been by your side whenever he had the chance, like a lost puppy.
However, he was no different during sex, but rather–worse.
The day you graced him with the chance to even see her at all, never in his life had he been so hard that it hurt to move. In that moment he wanted to cum so bad—already having a pool of pre-cum seeping embarrassingly through the thread of his boxers.
He never wanted to pull out of your tight hole, never dared to dream of a day he wasn’t fucking you after your first time together. The same hole that has his hips stuttering as he pounds into your tight cunt, drooling. every. time.
The same pussy that took his virginity, what else would he be if not obsessed? Nothing would ever relate to the way your insides claimed him. Not his hands, not ever any toys, not anyone else, just you.
You had him locked in a chokehold from the start—and the day you trusted him to take care of your insides was the day he swore he would do anything for you.
He fucks you like his only purpose in life was to please you—trying to get you pregnant, emptying every last drop he has in you. Never taking his dick out, giving you two a second to catch your breath, before hes fucking into you even harder.
Is it really so surprising as he now holds your pregnancy test while you wait for him to respond?
“…Y-You’re?” he gulps as the weight of reality sinks in–his heart struggling to function at the sudden news.
You forewarned him numerous times, that if he didn’t stop cumming in you every time you had sex, that birth control wouldn’t even be able to stop the carelessness of his actions—that would only end up with you pregnant.
“Pregnant, yes.” you bit your lip, looking down at your feet as the room shifts into silence. Leaving your mind to wonder until he begins to open his mouth.
His eyebrows slightly furrow as he turns to face you, seeming taken aback. “Are you going to keep it?" he asks.
“I've thought about it.” you quip with a sigh.
His eyes map your face with attentiveness, looking for falter between the lines of your words. Sliding closer to you, making you feel the weight of the couch dip. “And?”
“Anddd, I want to know how you’d feel if we were to—possibly try?”
A switch in Choso's mind flickered. The plush cushions yielded beneath his weight, and suddenly, you were lying flat on your back, pinned by the force of his body against yours. His chest pressed against your ribs, and your breath caught in your throat.
“Do you know how long I've wished to watch your belly grow? To let everyone know I'm the one who stuffed you full of my cum, made you the soon to be mother of our child?”
“Well I-”
His eyes bore into yours, searching for answers. “Tell me,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “How would you feel? Walking around while everyone knows you got fucked by me so good, that you ended up pregnant?”
You swallowed, your pulse racing. “I'd feel…” the words escaped you, lost in the intensity of the moment. “I'd feel proud letting everyone know you’re mine.”
Choso’s thumb brushed against your lower lip, and you leaned into his touch. his mouth hovered over yours, a breath away. “Don’t you want to make me proud?”
“Y-Yes…so proud,” you nodded.
Then without warning, his lips met yours—a collision of heat and longing. The couch bounced again, but this time, it was forgotten. All that mattered was the taste of him, the way his kiss ignited a thousand sparks within you.
Admittedly, making your pussy clench just from the tension.
His hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheekbone as if committing every detail to memory. When he finally pulled away, your lips tingled, and you struggled to catch your breath.
Choso’s eyes bleeding into yours, dark and unreadable. The room felt charged, as if the air itself crackled with unspoken promises. “Then let’s make sure you do.”
You could feel his growing arousal against your thigh, reminding you of the very reason why you were in this predicament.
"I've been thinking about getting you pregnant constantly," he whispered, his hands roaming over your body. "I can't get enough of you, baby."
“C-Cho’ need it inside…please…” you felt your worries melt away as you surrendered to his touch. You’ve thought about it too, desperately, and he made sure you were gonna get just that. Your clothes falling to the floor, as you kissed and touched each other without plan.
Choso positioned himself between your legs, looking deep into your eyes.
"I've been missin’ her," he said, stroking your thighs. "Seems like she missed me too,"
“Mnh—don’ tease Cho’….”
“H-Hah, how am i s’posed to say no to that?” positioning his throbbing dick at the entrance of your soaked pussy he slowly thrusted forward.
Both of you gasped as you felt yourself being stretched and filled by his inconsiderable length. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in your tightness.
"You like that, pretty?" earning a moan from the depths of your throat—meeting his thrusts with eager hips.
"Y-Yes…!," you whispered, licking your lips. "I love it—f-fuck me, Cho’. Make me a mommy…mngha"
Choso began to move, sliding in and out of you with long, deep strokes. He watched as his cock disappeared inside you, only to emerge glistening and slick. You threw your head back, moaning loudly as your whole body trembled with pleasure.
Choso fucked your worries and stress as they melt away. You loved the way he made you feel—wanted, desired, and absolutely worshiped.
His breath was hot against your neck as he whispered dirty words of encouragement. "T-That’s it pretty, take it all, mnguh—” he grunted. "Your pussy feels s-suh good, s-squeezin’ my dick. m’ gonna cum so deep inside you..."
You knew you shouldn't encourage his reckless behavior, but in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You just wanted to feel him cum inside of you.
"C-Uhm for me, cho—ngh!” you begged. "Wan’uh feel it deep in my womb!”
“Oh f-fuck, she’s milking me so tight baby…mmmphn!” with a guttural groan, Choso obeyed, pushing deep till his load shot inside of you, his cock pulsating in the process.
His cum was seeping out of you and pushing you over the edge yet again. Crying his name like it was your first word, your pussy surrendering around him, savoring the last drop of his exhausted cock.
“Mmgnh—you’re so pretty like this, stuffed full of my b-babies…shit..”
GOJO SATORU
ring ring ring ring
You paced around the kitchen anxiously awaiting for Satoru to pick up the call.
You were one week late for your period, and while dealing with Satoru physically trained you to be prepared with plan b at all times, this time it finally failed.
Satoru knew how to pull out sure, it’s the fact that he just never really wanted too. Yeah he loved watching his cum drip off your tits, painting your body, or slipping off his tip and resting on your tastebuds. He’s just much rather watch your tight pussy struggling to hold in his cum from leaking out.
He'd continuously rearrange your insides and clean up any mess he left behind. Satoru won't acknowledge that he has occasionally wondered what you would look like if you were carrying his child. Your love handles would get doughier than usual, and your nipples, hard and lactating, the whole concept made him ignore the negative aspects. And while having a child is a blessing, his life's ambition was to have one with you.
Every time he saw your pussy strain to contain his cum, he secretly hoped that one day you would fall pregnant in order to bring downfall on your plan b pills. It’s not as if they were safe for you anyways, right?
What trouble could one child bring…
“Satoru? hello?”
“Yes, my love?”
There’s a moment of calm static on the other end of the line.
“I missed my period by a week, it didn’t even hit me until I looked at the calendar.”
“Really? Are you sure?” with a smile that defies words, he asks.
"Yes, I'm sure—" you say, opening your mouth to let out a frustrated sigh, "and a little worried, too."
“Hey, don’ be scared, this could be a good thing. Can you imagine? A little one who has your beauty and my charm?”
“Satoru…” you groan.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I want you to know that i’m here for you, no matter what. We’ll figure this out together, okay?” trying to soothe your anxieties he speaks again, “Why don’ you use my card and get a test?”
“So what happens if it’s positive?”
“Then we can figure out the rest. If not, then my answer still stands.”
Before you speak, there's a pause during which you can hear his students' soft voices blending momentarily with the call's background noise, taking it as a sign the calls about to end. “I guess I’ll take one."
“Atta girl, look, I have to go but I love you and I'll see you when I get home ‘kay?”
“Alright, I love you too, toru’ bye.”
beep beep beep—
Unusually quiet, the house remained hushed after you hung up. the next few hours, feeling like your mind was against you, terrible thoughts creeping in your head.
It felt like there was a war with your heart and mind that made your gut queasy.
All you could think about were the amount of things that could go wrong. What if something happens that causes you to lose the baby? What if having a baby starts to hinder Satoru’s life outside of you? There’s too much at risk you thought.
You pick up Satoru's credit card and use it while you scroll through your favorite online grocery store. The familiar layout of the website distracting you with certainty to the whirlwind of emotions you’re experiencing.
You add your favorite snacks, the ones that always manage to lift your spirits. As you browse through the website, you remember the most important item - the pregnancy test. within a few more clicks, the test is added to your cart.
Once you’ve reviewed the order, you proceed to checkout. you enter Satoru’s card details, and with a final click, the order is placed. A sense of relief washes over you. Now, all you have to do is wait.
As you wait for the delivery, you decide to take a shower. The idea of the warm water feels comforting against your nerves.
Dropping your towel as you stepped onto the ceramic flooring—turning on the shower head quickly after, you let out a sigh as the streams of water began to run down your face.
You tried to calm yourself, letting the water wash away the tension in your position. The shower becoming a sanctuary, a place where you can let your guard down and just be.
You lose track of time as the water envelops down, each droplet echoing your heartbeat.
The steam fills the bathroom, creating a soothing atmosphere. As you let your thoughts wander, thinking about the future, about Satoru, and about the possible life growing inside you.
Until hearing the front door open and close—pulling you from your daze. Signaling, Satoru was home.
A few moments later, you could hear him dropping his keys on the nightstand in your shared room. Then quietly making his way to the bathroom and without a word, eventually joining you in the shower.
"Satoru—" you started, but he cut you off.
“How do you feel now?" he asked, his voice gentle.
You hesitated for a moment before answering, "Um, alittle better, anything new happen at work?”
Satoru looked at you, his eyes soft but serious. "Don’t try changin’ the subject," he said, his tone firm.
You looked at him, surprised by his intensity, "M’ not, Satoru. m’ just... trying to process everything."
His head resting against your neck, as he caved his large frame behind you. “Some things you don’t need to process alone y’know,”
You didn't respond to him. the sounds only the shower provides, shooting streams that drench you both equally. "I just don't want this to get in the way of your work," you confess, turning to face him.
As the water continued to cascade down, Satoru gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of emotions - concern, anticipation, and most importantly, love. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering support. “Would’ve had a different reaction if I didn’t want this, you know that right?”
He cut you off before you could even reply, leaning in - to capture your lips with his. It was a gentle kiss, filled with passion. The romantic tension between you two was palpable, the air in the shower becoming steamy. But it was a sweet kind of tension, one that spoke volumes about the depth of your feelings for each other.
As you pulled away, you looked into Satoru’s eyes, clouded by his lust and love for you–now reflecting back to yours. “Do I need to show you just how much I want this baby?”
"Depends, how would you go about doing that, hmm?"
“You tell me baby,” with a sly grin, Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing his body against yours in the steamy shower. His hands roamed skillfully up and down your body, caressing and exploring your every curve and contour.
You let out a soft moan as his lips found the nape of your neck, and you tilted your head back, melting into his touch. "I think–I have a pretty good idea of how you're going to show me," you breathed, your voice husky with temptation.
Satoru's eyes glinted mischievously as he smiled, “Then you must know what I want you to do.”
You could feel how much Satoru wanted you, and to say you wanted him back was an understatement.
You gave in to his request without thinking twice, bending over and exposing yourself to him, spreading yourself just like he wanted. His hands settled softly on your hips as he drew you in, admiring the way you had yourself on show for him, relishing in the beauty of your form.
His cock rested heavily as he chided against your pussy. He cautiously grounded your lower body while stroking your clit with his tip moving it back and forth.
“Mmmn–toru’”
“Aww…so wet f’me already?” he chuckles, breathy grunts in between.
“I-Its just the water mgnh…!–”
Satoru traversed himself beneath you and stepped in between your legs, gently separating them. you sighed softly as his fingers probed your warm folds and you felt an electric current flow through every nerve in your body.
He spoke in your ear, his deep voice resonating through you, "Whatever helps you sleep at night sweetheart,’’
Satoru put his hands on your hips and moved slowly at first, taking in every part of your body as he made his way inside. He picked up the pace, driving deeper and harder into you with each thrust, making you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up. “Ooh–fuck toru’ t’s too much..”
“Nothin’ you can’t handle mmmhmm- isn’t that right?” pleasure filled every inch of your body, and Satoru's eyes were fixed on yours, mirroring your own yearning. with each passing second that went by, you could feel the pressure inside of you growing.
“–Mgnhmm, I can- toru’ fuck! I can handle it…!”
“Baby–shit…your cunt’s s-swallowin’ me baby fuhck—no wonder you missed your period..”
Your bodies well submerged in the soaking shower, Satoru pumped into you with all he could, his thrusts growing harder and faster. Making you cry out in exhilaration—begging him to make you cum–telling him how good he was making you feel.
“Y-Yeah? gonna c-cum too pretty…fuck! ughn, cum on my cock like you mean in baby…wanna feel them walls spasmin’” he panted. his fingers, tight on your face, drawing you nearer as he gave you a heated kiss.
Satoru kept thrusting into you, his pace growing more erratic as you both were ready to cum, your lips never daring to leave each other. you were lost in pleasure, just as much as he was. relishing the feeling of his hard body pressed against yours, the sensation of his firm hands holding you tight.
“Mmmnuph!–toru’ pleash m’ cummin’!”
Satoru looked into your eyes intensely, whispering sweet nothings as his hand caressed your face. "You did s-so good, baby," he murmured, "Your lil hole’ so full of my cum mmmh." his voice was laced with adoration.
“You look so beautiful,” his eyes ran over you, softly. "Honna look even better with my baby in your belly, aren’tcha?" Satoru whispered in your ear.
“Oh hush…Satoru.”
“Jus’ sayin,” he smiled widely.
Just as you and Satoru were reveling in the afterglow of your shared orgasm, there was a loud ring from your front door, startling you both out of your passionate daze.
ding-dong
“What the hell?” Satoru groaned against your neck.
“Oops–I forgot about the groceries I ordered earlier.” you sighed, causing Satoru to chuckle at your antics. “I'll get them for you baby, just get cleaned up.”
GETO SUGURU
You both had been trying for a while now, and each month brought a mix of hope and disappointment. But he never let it bring you down.
He’d fuck your worries away if it mean’t you’d never have doubt - and hell, he did it anyway.
These past nights ending with you being fucked out on his cock–struggling to keep up with his endurance for hours. He’d come home and fuck you, wake up in the morning and fuck you, finish dinner and fuck you. He’d fill you so good, he was sure your pussy was a supervillain—sucking his orgasm straight from his soul.
You knew these things take time, and so did he. But, Geto on the other hand—was more than happy, getting to fuck you relentlessley every night, having a reason ignore your whimpers for him to give you a moment, only for him to remind you, “We have to make sure you get pregnant baby, isn’t that what you wanted? To grow my child in your lil’ womb hmm?”
And after those same nights, you would lay in bed with Geto, his arms wrapped around you, whispering sweet words of encouragement after he just fucked you unwalkable.
“We'll get there, baby,” he would say, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “We just need to be patient.”
You were both lounging around the house, enjoying the lazy day. Geto was reading a book while you were trying to decide what to make for dinner. opening the fridge, you sighed.
“Sugu’, we’re out of almost everything,” you called out, staring at the nearly empty shelves.
Geto looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. “Really? I thought we just went shopping,” he replied, setting his book down and walking over to join you.
You shrugged, stepping aside to let him see for himself. “Guess we forgot to pick up a few things,” you said, watching as he scanned the contents of the fridge.
Geto hummed in agreement, closing the fridge door. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he said, turning to look at you. “How about we go to the store? We can pick up what we need and maybe grab something for dinner too.”
You nodded, appreciating his willingness to help out. “Sounds like a plan, Sugu’,” you replied, grabbing your wallet and keys. “Let's go.”
He picked up a shopping cart as soon as you both entered the store and began navigating the aisles. Geto took the lead, pushing the cart while you walked beside him, a shopping list in hand.
After getting most of the things you needed, it came time to check out.
Unbeknownst to Geto, you had secretly picked up a pregnancy test and slipped it into the basket. Your heart racing as the cashier picked up the test, scanning it without a second glance. You held your breath, wondering if Geto had noticed. But he remained silent, paying for the items and chatting casually with the cashier.
The sun was starting its slow descent, casting a warm golden glow through the kitchen window as you returned home.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, a secret hidden within those shopping bags you carefully placed on the counter. You busied yourself, unpacking the groceries, your hands slightly shaking as you tried to appear calm and collected. But Geto, ever observant, noticed your nervous energy from across the room.
He watched you for a moment, a knowing look in his eyes, before quietly making his way over. Sliding his arms around your waist, he pulled you back against his chest, his palms roaming across your hips, caressing the curves of your body. You let out a soft gasp as his touch sent a jolt through you.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, his warm breath tickling your skin, "Wanna tell me what this is all about, baby?"
You froze, your heart pounding in your ribs. Of course, he had seen the pregnancy test. "I just wanted to be sure, Sugu’," you replied, your voice soft and hesitant. "I didn't want to get your hopes up." his hands stilled on your hips and you could feel his eyes on you as he waited for you to turn and face him.
"Why didn't you tell me, sweetheart?" Geto asked, his voice gentle and full of understanding. "We've been hoping for this. I know it's a big deal, but we're in this together." his palms were gentle as they slid up your stomach, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts.
"No secrets, remember?" he murmured, his lips now placing soft kisses along your jaw.
Turning in his arms, you found yourself face-to-face with him, his eyes searching yours. "I know, and I'm sorry," you whispered, your worries melting away under the intense gaze.
His hands continued their exploration, sliding up your thighs now, drawing you closer against him so you could feel his cock against your belly. "Let me make it up to you," you breathed, your eyes dropping to his lips.
without another word, you dropped to your knees in front of him, running your hands up his powerful thighs. you could feel his eyes on you as you undid his belt, your heart pounding with anticipation.
His hands kneading the back of your neck as you pulled his zipper down, freeing his thick, hard cock. You paused for a moment, looking up at him, before taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum.
A soft groan escaped his lips as you took more of him into your mouth, slowly working your way down his length. Your hands rested on his thighs for support as you took him deeper, your nose nuzzling his pubic bone. He filled your mouth completely, and you relaxed your throat, taking him all the way down, your lips brushing his balls.
He let out a sharp breath, his hands tightening in your hair. "Fuuuck, baby, that feels so good," he grunted, his hips beginning to move gently, thrusting slowly into your wet, warm mouth.
You looked up at him, your eyes smoldering, as you began to bob your head, sucking and licking, taking pleasure in your power over him.
He tasted so good, and you wanted to pleasure him, to show him how much you cared. You slid your hands up his thighs, gripping his ass, pulling him deeper into your throat as you moaned softly around him.
His movements became more urgent, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, sucking sound.
"Keep goin’ princess," he grunted, his hips stuttering as he held you in place, his cock thrusting deep into your throat. you relaxed and took him, your nails digging into his thighs as he began to cum, spurting hot and salty into your throat.
“Mmgnhguk–!” you swallowed around him, milking him with your mouth, drawing out his orgasm. as his hips stilled, you slowly pulled off him, licking your lips, a satisfied smile on your face.
He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes clouded with wanting. "That was…that was amazing, baby. But now, I needa’ to taste you." he pulled you up, crushing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, passionately, tasting himself on your tongue.
His hands roamed your body, cupping your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples through your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, your hands fumbling with his buttons, needing to feel skin on skin. “Mmngh–Sugu’..”
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, as guided you onto the counter, spreading your legs. As he knelt before you, his eyes hot as he pulled your pants down, revealing your wet, eager pussy. "So fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive skin as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh.
You let out a soft whimper, anticipation coiling tight within you. Then - his tongue was on you, licking slow and deep, teasing your clit, making you squirm.
His hands gripped your knees, holding you in place as he feasted, sucking and lapping at your sweetness.
“Su-Suguru…mmnh!” you moaned his name, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him against you as your hips bucked gently.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations through you as his tongue delved deep, then circled your sensitive clit.
"Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you cum, fuckin’ need it baby." his fingers now joined, two of them sliding inside you, curling and stroking that magic spot deep within your pussy.
You cried out, your body tightening around his fingers as your orgasm hit. He held you through it, his tongue relentless, lapping at your juices as you rode out the waves of pleasure.
"That's it, baby, let go f’me," he mumbled, his voice a soft purr. As the tremors began to subside, he slowed, placing gentle kisses along your sensitive slit. Leaving you panting, your body sated, a satisfied smile on your face as you looked down at him.
He stood, both of his palms facing flat by your sides, kissing you deeply. "You did so good, pretty girl." he smirked against your mouth, his hands holding you close. "I could say the same to you handsome," you grinned back, pressing your lips to his.
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» Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
» Word count: 5,8k (help, i got a little carried away..)
» Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI, squint and you'll miss the plot, established relationship, reader hasn't been able to orgasm from masturbation alone, mentions of using sex toys to cum (f), guided masturbation, masturbation (f and m), praising / praise kink, dirty talk, unintentional edging (f), voyerism, multiple orgasms, some begging, a lot of check ins, unprotected p in v, creampie, i think this already counts as (soft)dom!Spencer, pet names (good girl for reader, baby, love)
» A/N: and here we have my first entry for the bingo! it's my first time participating in a bigger challenge, i can't tell you all how excited i am about this whole thing. don't ask me what happend here, i was shocked when i checked the word count... also, this is the first time writing smut again after years, so bare with me please. hope you enjoy!
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“Never?”
“Never. I don't know, it just doesn't do it for me.”
“But you are- I mean, when”, Spencer mumbled, waving his hands around and pointing at you then him, back and forth a couple of times. “When we-”, he trailed off, his cheeks blushing as he got shy and a bit insecure.
“Oh? No”, you started but when his eyes slightly widened you realized it came out wrong. You stepped closer to him and took his hands in yours, softly squeezing them as you looked up at him with a reassuring smile. “Yes, it works when we are sleeping with each other. You do make me cum.” He huffed out a small laugh and blushed a bit more, but the insecurity that had bubbled up was leaving him again.
You pulled him in to you and placed his hands on your waist, then leaned against him and rested your chin against his chest, looking up at him. Shrugging, you wrapped your arms around his mid. “I just can't finish from only touching myself. Not without using toys that require batteries at least.”
Spencer softly squeezed your waist and started drawing circles with his thumbs. He slightly squinted his eyes and nodded his head a couple of times in thought; you could practically hear the gears turning as an idea formed in his mind. You raised your chin. “What?”
“Show me.”
“Huh? Show you? You mean, you...”, you trailed off. Now it was your turn to get shy, the heat rising up in your body, creeping higher until your face grew hot. “You want to watch me.. masturbate?”
Spencer nodded, one side of his lips turned up in a teasing half smile. “Yes. You said I make you cum, so there must be something I'm doing right.” Both of you chuckled at that. “You could show me how you touch yourself and I could talk you through it. If you'd like to try, I mean.”
Subconsciously you pressed you thighs together, which Spencer didn't miss. You licked over your bottom lip, then pulled it between your teeth as you thought about what he was saying. Spencer's eyes followed the motion as he was studying your face, studying your reaction to his proposition.
The thought alone made your heart beat faster and it ignited a raging fire in you. The thought of his eyes watching closely as you lie before him, legs spread and with your hands between your thighs. His voice and words guiding and aiding your pleasure, telling you what to do and how to do it...
Your breath hitched and you swallowed hard. He raised one of his hands to cup your cheek, his thumb softly brushed over the corner of your mouth. “Is that a yes?”, he asked, his voice low. Spencer already knew the answer just by watching your reaction, but wanted you to say it out loud. His other hand sneaked under your shirt, his fingertips caressing your skin on their way higher and higher until he stopped at your ribs.
If he would give you a second, just one second without him touching or teasing you in some way, you would be able to form a sentence and answer with more than a nod. As if he had read your mind, Spencer slightly pulled back, giving you space to breathe and without his hands on you.
And even though this was what you had wanted a few seconds ago so you could properly answer him, you immediately missed his touch and a whine escaped you. He just chuckled and raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to speak, still waiting for an answer.
“Okay. Yes”, you breathed out and nodded, “wanna do it.” A desperate plea still on your tongue, he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours.
You sighed against his mouth, your lips parting. Spencer deepened the kiss and both of you moaned when your tongues met. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hands slide down over your neck and collarbones, over your chest where he was careful not to touch your nipples through the fabric and down to your sides, where he pushed them back under the hem of your shirt, slowly making his way up..
The kiss only broke for a moment when he pulled your shirt over your head, his lips instantly reattaching to yours and his hands back on you, now able to roam freely over your skin without any restrictions. You slid your own hands over his chest and started to unbutton his dress shirt. You just undid the last button when you gasped and bunched up the material in your hands; Spencer slowly slid one of his hands under the hem of your panties and groaned against your lips when he felt how wet you were.
His finger slid through your folds, teasing at your entrance before he drew slow and gentle circles on your clit. When your breath hitched and you began to grind your hips against his hand, he stopped and pulled his hand out of your pants
“Nuh-uh, the deal was for you to make yourself cum; with your own hands”, he taunted, as if he hadn't started this himself just now. He lifted your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. When he leaned back you tried to chase his lips, whining when he left you hanging and took a step back, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders as he did so. Then he took another step. And another. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”
The buckle of his belt rattled as Spencer opened it, your eyes followed his hands. You watched him pull it out of the loops and drop it to the floor next to him before he unbuttoned his pants – but kept them on – and sat down in the armchair. His eyes never left you, following each of your moves. You hooked your thumbs into the hem of your pants and underwear and pulled them down, letting them pool around your ankles.
“Sit down, spread your legs and put your hands on your knees.”
You stepped out of the pile of fabric and kicked them to the side, right onto the rest of your discarded clothes, then you did as he told you and sat down across from him on the sofa, slowly opening your legs.
Being naked in front of Spencer was one thing, but this? It was a totally new feeling for you; a different – a special – kind of vulnerability you had never experienced before, not with him, not with anybody.
You felt like your skin was on fire, inch after inch getting ignited as Spencer's eyes wandered over your naked body, lingering here and there for a moment; on your bottom lip when you licked over it and pulled it between your teeth, the swell of your breasts and your hardening nipples, down over your soft stomach to your glistening pussy, already wet from his teasing, and your hands loosely resting on your knees.
“Like that. Good girl.”
This wasn't the first time he called you a 'good girl', but today... Fuck... A shiver ran down your back and you were barely able to hold back a whimper, the ache in your core getting stronger and you felt yourself clench around nothing. God, you wanted to feel him deep inside you; tongue, fingers, cock. What ever you could get. What ever he would give you. Your hands shook in anticipation and you felt yourself getting wetter and needier.
Spencer's eyes darkened when he saw your intense reaction to the praise and his jaw went slack for a moment before he fixed his gaze back on your face, trying to gain back some composure. His hands held a tight grip on the armrests, his knuckles almost white, as if he had to physically hold himself back from just getting up and ravaging you right then and there.
You loved the effect you had on him, that just seeing you drove him crazy. It made you feel powerful.
He took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly breathed out, calming himself down. His grip on the armrests loosened then and he leaned back. “I want you to start by moving your hands over your thighs”, he instructed, his voice low and raspy. “Slowly.”
Without having to think about it you followed his words and let your hands glide over your soft skin with a gentle pressure; from your knees over the outsides of your thighs until you reached your hips, then you moved them up to slide them back down to your knees again.
“You can touch your inner thighs as well, but don't touch your pussy yet.”
You nodded and took a shaky breath. The insides of your thighs were more sensitive and you shuddered as you got closer and closer to your core and a soft moan escaped your lips. Even though Spencer told you not to, you wanted nothing more than to play with your clit or slide two of your fingers inside, thrusting them in and out.
And when he moved his hand to his bulge, palming himself as he watched you, you thought that maybe, he would let you do it. He didn't give you permission and you didn't ask, but you didn't stop moving your hands further up. But when your fingertips got too close to your folds, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“Sorry”, you mumbled breathless and pulled your hands back. You slid them back down, closer to your knees, and grabbed your thighs.
“'s okay, baby.” Then Spencer chuckled. “And you can sit more comfortably if you want, by the way. You don't have to sit up with a straight back.”
You pouted with a smile on your lips as you looked beside you and grabbed a pillow to put it behind your back. “I knew that.” You leaned back, testing if the pillow was in a good position and when you where satisfied with the placement you scooted back some more and fully rested your body against it.
“Anything you feel like doing right now?”, Spencer asked. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything he added with a smirk: “Except for touching your pussy.”
You grinned at him. “What about for you to fuck me?” But he just shook his head, chuckling.
“Patience, love.”
Well, it was still worth a try. You held back the disappointed and needy whine that wanted to come out and for a moment you tried to think about it, you really did. But you made the mistake to look down his torso and Spencer's hand was just too damn distracting. He was still palming himself over his pants, softly squeezing from time to time. And while he was waiting for your answer, he lazily stroked his thumb back and forth over his clothed shaft.
The words came out choked and barely audible when you finally forced yourself to answer, your fingers digging hard in to your flesh. “Don't know...”
“First thing that comes to mind.” His voice was lazed with amusement; Spencer was enjoying this so much and he knew exactly what he was doing to you right now. His tongue darted out to lick over his lip and the softly bit down in the tip.
After a deep breath you made yourself look at his face and softened the grip you had on your thighs. “Maybe... touch my breasts? My nipples?”
He smiled softly. “No wrong answers here.” With a tilt of his head he raised his chin as confirmation. “Go ahead. Keep your hands on your body.”
With a tender touch your moved your hands up your body, softly caressing your skin, up to your tits and cupped them with your hands.
“Gently massage them, play with your nipples.”
You gasped when you followed his instructions and rolled your hard nipples between your fingers, the sensation shooting waves of pleasure down to your core. With every flick and twist you grew needier. Impatient.
"Feels good?", he asked breathy, his voice shaking a bit when he moved his hand faster and with more pressure over his cock.
"Not as good as when you do it”, you whined.
Spencer chuckled again; his tone teasing. "Want me to touch you?"
You nodded your head eagerly, your back slightly arching into your hands. "Mh-hm, please."
"Wanna see you make yourself cum first, okay? You can do it. I'll touch you as much as you want after."
If you wouldn't get some kind of release soon, you would go insane, completely feral. Closing your legs to press your thighs together for some friction wasn't an option and with the way you were sitting you couldn't exactly try and rub yourself against the sofa. And maybe it was written on your face in big, bold letters, because Spencer – finally – gave you the go.
“Slide your hands down your stomach, move your fingertips over your lips and tease yourself for a moment – yes, good, like that. When you are ready, go ahead and touch your clit. Soft circles.”
The first stoke of your fingers over your clit felt like heaven and ecstasy flooded through your whole body. Your head fell back and you moaned loudly; it felt so good to finally be able to feel your fingers where you so desperately had wanted them that your body started to tremble. A string of mashed together words fell from your lips, you didn't even realize you were saying them. ”Thankyouthankyouthankyou-”
You melted back into the pillow, gasping and moaning as the pleasure became more and more; your other hand found its way back to your tits on its own, groping at the soft flesh and teasing your nipple as your fingers between your legs moved in slow, tight circles.
The sound of clothes rustling made you lift your head; Spencer lifted his hips to slip off his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. He adjusted his position and leaned back, his knees slightly falling apart and he wrapped his hand around his hard cock.
The sight made you whimper, the need to taste him and feel him overtaking your whole being. But you knew, even if you would ask – beg – him to fuck you, he wouldn't do it, not now; you hadn't cum yet. So you did the next best thing and pushed two of your fingers into your leaking cunt.
A breathy laugh fell from Spencer's lips as he watched you start to thrust your fingers into yourself as soon as you had seen him. His grip on his cock tightened and he started to pump his fist faster, not holding back his own moans. He so desperately wanted to bury himself in your tight walls and it took everything in him to hold back. “God, you look so perfect right now... So fucking pretty.”
The both of you worked each other up, the pleasure getting more intense with every stroke; hands moving, touching and teasing with more and more want and desperation.
But somehow it still wasn't enough. “Can I go faster?”, you whimpered, your voice wavering.
“Of course, baby. Go as fast or as slow as you want.”
The room filled with both of your moans and panting, and the sounds of skin hitting on skin – Spencer's fist hitting his pelvis and the palm of your hand slapping against your slick cunt – as you gradually picked up the pace until you were franticly fucking yourself with your fingers.
After a while you slowed down your pace again, trying to catch your breath. You felt the familiar knot form in your belly as you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat, your walls fluttering around them.
“Think I'm getting close...”, you breathed out, followed by a high-pitched gasp when your palm rubbed over your clit.
A groan formed in the back of Spencer's throat. “Touch your clit again; you can go slow or fast, in circles or not, however it feels right.”
You pulled your fingers out and swirled them over your clit, your fingertips effortlessly sliding over it. The muscles in your stomach tightened as your orgasm built up. You fought against the urge to thrust your hips up, trying to keep your focus on rubbing your clit. You didn't want to get distracted, this was the closest you had ever gotten yourself and if you had to concentrate on moving your hips as well as your hand and fingers, you wouldn't be able to keep up with both movements.
Your breathing got quicker and heat was rising up in your body. Just when you felt like you would burst – it stopped; instead of falling over the edge your body refused to go further, keeping you right on the ledge. As if it was taunting you, the sensation became weaker, not even leaving you on the edge any more.
It was always like this when you tried to finish without a toy; your managed to make yourself feel good and when you got close – which also felt like it took forever to even get there – your body refused to give you the release you had been chasing.
A whine left your lips, you were borderline sobbing, as you squeezed your eyes shut. The need to cum and the frustration that it wasn't working, together with the unintentionally edging had you close to tears. You slowed your movements, but kept going nonetheless. “I can't. Told you it doesn't work for me.”
“Don't fight it, you almost had it. Let your body take control and let it guide you.”
You nodded eagerly and met his eyes. “Okay, I- I'll try.” You tried to hold his gaze and after a deep breath you slowly pick up the pace again. Spencer matched your pace, the slow lazy strokes getting faster as he pumped his cock with the same speed your fingers were circling your clit. Your eyelids fluttered as your gaze flickered between his face – all flushed, desire burning in his eyes and slack-jawed, with his lips slightly parted – and his hand stroking his erection.
This time when your hips jolted, you let it happen and shifted your focus to what you were feeling instead of what you were doing. It took you a moment or two to fully let go and give into the pleasure, your movements faltering a couple of times until your mind cleared and your hips and fingers synced up to work together in a delicious, steady rhythm.
“That's it, baby. Just like that. You are doing so well.” Spencer's voice was low and his tone had gotten so gravelly, he was almost growling.
You leaned back, your moans getting louder again as heat spread under your skin until your whole body was on fire , the knot in your stomach began to tighten again. It got tighter and tighter until –
“Oh fuck”, you screamed out in between your moans as your legs began to shake, and when the coil in your lower belly snapped your thighs clamped shut. Your hand stilled and your fingers stopped working your clit; instead your hips kept jolting, thrusting up into your fingers and prolonged your orgasm on their own accord. Your back arched off the sofa and you slapped your other hand on the cushion next to you, tightly gripping it in your fist.
When your body finally calmed down you gasped for air and through the foggy haze clouding your mind you vaguely registered moaning and a string of words – probably an array of curses, maybe even some praise about how well you did, how pretty you looked when you came, good girl – but the blood rushing through your ears was too loud, making it hard to make out any words.
As your muscles relaxed more, your body got limb and let yourself slide along the back of the couch until you were lying down; pulling one leg onto the couch, the other still hanging down. The more oxygen you got, the more you came back to. The shaking in your legs had almost stopped, instead your shoulders started to shake as you began to giggle. “Holy shit.”
A low laugh made you turn your head to the side and open your eyes. Your were met with Spencer's face right next to yours, a proud smile on his lips as he took in your blissed out state. He had just knelt down next to you, his hand found its way to your forehead and brushed away a few sweaty strands. “See? Knew you could do it, 'm so proud of you, baby.” He moved his hand to cup your cheeks, then further down to curl it around the back of your neck.
Your smile grew bigger and you took a shaky breath to say something, but before you could Spencer pulled you closer and kissed you desperately; the need to be near you, touch you, feel you, overpowering him. You kissed him back just as feverishly and buried your hands in his hair. Spencer let his hand wander from your neck down to your breasts, his fingers leaving your skin burning up and begging for more. He cupped one of them, gently massaging it and started playing with your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips and pinching it with just the right amount of pressure that made you tremble and arch your back into him.
You whimpered and softly tugged on the strands at the back of his head. He groaned into your mouth in return and you felt him shift his position as he got up, pulling his knee up to hold him self up so he could lean over you. His touch and his lips, finally feeling his hands on your body, made you feel dizzy and reignited the ache in your core, your clit throbbing, desperately waiting for his attention.
The sudden feeling of his hand between your thighs made you jump a little, you broke the kiss and gasped which quickly turned into a high-pitched moan when he slipped one of his fingers in between your slick folds, only grazing your entrance as he collected some of your arousal. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but the rush of him finally touching you was stronger and you started to move your hips.
He didn't make you wait long and so after a few tight circles over your clit, he slid his fingers down to your entrance and sank two of them into you, filling you up so much better than your own had done and reaching that spot deep inside you that you couldn't quite reach yourself.
The both of you quickly fell in an easy rhythm with each other and he had you a moaning and blabbering mess in a matter of seconds; it would almost be embarrassing if you would care about it. It blew your mind every time – every god damn day – how much power Spencer held over you, both body and mind. And if he would be anybody else, it might even scare you.
“You looked so beautiful, love, you have no idea”, Spencer breathlessly cooed against your delicate skin, kissing and softly nibbling along your neck and throat. “Could watch you play with yourself all day.”
You wouldn't be able to say anything to him even if you wanted, your mind getting blank and fuzzy; all what left your lips where breathy moans and pleas. A whiny gasp left your throat when he curled his fingers, pressing his fingertips against the very spot that made you see stars.
Spencer kissed his way to the sensitive spot under your ear and when he spoke again, whispering into your ear, his lips grazed it. “Can feel how close you are, it's okay, baby. Come for me.”
He asked and your body complied.
With his name on your lips, repeating it over and over like a prayer, your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled back and when your whole body tensed up, you tried to hold on to something to anchor yourself. You blindly reached for his wrist and held it in a tight grip, your other hand curled around his arm, clawing at his biceps. Spencer kept the pace he was circling your clit with his thumb with and pumping his fingers into you as you clenched around them, trying to suck him in deeper.
Your walls were still fluttering around his fingers when you released his wrist from your grip and moved your hand to the back of his head, pulling him even closer to you. The vibrations of him chuckling against your pulse tickled your skin and you whined quietly when he slowly pulled his fingers out of your cunt, leaving you empty. He slightly leaned back and looked at you, a crooked smirk stretched on his lips. “Still want more, huh?”
“Please, baby, need you, please.” You keened, not at all caring how needy you sounded.
He shook his head at you, not to say no, but in a affectionate you are something else kind of way. “Think you got enough strength left to hold yourself up a little?”
“Yes, think so.” You swallowed and breathed deeply, nodding your head as you held his gaze. ”I will.”
“That's my good girl.” Spencer closed the small space between you and kissed you, swallowing the whiny sound you made, his lips lingering on yours for a moment, then he helped you to sit up. You watched him reach for the other pillows that had scattered around the couch and bunch them up, piling them against the back of the seats, right next to you. “C'mere.”
His hands found your hips and you let him guide you in to the position he had wanted you in, right against the pillows. He guided you to sit – kneel really – in front of the piled up pillows, chest facing them and gently pushed your upper body with a hand between your shoulder blades down. You lay against the pile, letting it support your body and after adjusting it a bit, you crossed your arms on top and placed your head down; you were practically hugging the whole thing.
He nudged your leg with his knee to spread your legs more so he could kneel behind you. With a sigh you relaxed your muscles and enjoyed Spencers hands roaming over your back. He planted a couple of kisses on your neck and shoulder, then placed his hand on the backrest behind you to hold himself up and craned his neck to catch your eyes. You shifted the position of your head slightly so you could look at him better.
“Are you comfortable?”
You smiled at him and hummed, nodding your head. Spencer returned the smile and leaned closer, to capture your lips in a kiss. It was supposed to be a quick one, just a small peck, but his front was now flush against your back and his dick had fit so perfectly between you, with his shaft splitting your folds and pressed against your entrance that he couldn't hold back any more.
So instead, he moved his hand from the sofa to the back of your head, holding you close as he slid his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss. You moaned into each others mouths, desperately rocking your hips against each other. He pressed himself against you as close as possible, leaving no space between your bodies, as if he wanted to make up for the time he hadn't touched you all evening.
All it took was for him to pull back just a bit more and his cock slipped right into you, bottoming out at once. “Shit”, you hissed at the sudden stretch, directly followed by crying out his name in pleasure when he pulled out just an inch or two and slowly thrust back in, even deeper.
His forehead fell to your shoulder and Spencer let out a long, deep moan. He placed his left hand back on the backrest – closer to your front this time so his arm was circling around you, more like he was holding you in a hug – and his other took a tight hold on your hip. For a long moment neither of you moved, just basking in the feeling of each other and trying to catch your breaths.
Every time you exhaled, a soft whimpering sigh left your lips. You pulled your left arm out from under your body and reached for his hand on the backrest, slotting your fingers between his. He moved his fingers slightly so he could gently squeeze yours.
Spencer was the first to move. You felt him lift his head and press his lips to your shoulder, before he repeated the same slow and deep thrust from before, not moving his body away even an inch from yours. He kept rolling his hips into you in a slow pace, pushing in deep and hard rather than fast.
Your whole body was pushed hard against the pillows in front of you every time he rocked into you, every thrust eliciting a low moan from you. You let your head fall back against him, leaning the side of your face against his. “Fuck, feel so good around me”, he groaned right by your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin.
He kept the slow and hard pace for a while, only moving faster when you pushed back against him, needing to feel more of him. You gasped with every quickening breath, the ache in your stomach was growing again. “'m close”, you breathed out, your hand tightening the hold on his.
With his nose he gently nudged your cheek. “You know what to do”, he said breathless.
You shook your head quickly, whining desperately. “No, no, no, nonono, please, need you to touch me. Please.”
“Aw, but you did so well earlier.” He planted a kiss to your jaw, then moved his lips to your ear and pulled your earlobe between his teeth, gently nibbling on it.
“Promised...Ah... Said 'yd touch me.. all I want...” You got quieter with every word, your voice high-pitched and shaky with need.
Spencer chuckled and leaned his forehead against your temple. “Mmh, I did, didn't I?” All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice any more. But there were no more words needed. He sneaked his free hand between you and the pillows to give you what you wanted, needed.
You hadn't expected to be this sensitive, but when his fingertips slid over your clit you jolted forward, crying out his name. “Fuck...” His chest rumbled with a deep laugh against your back and he pushed your body against the pile of pillows with his own to hold you in place. In sync with the quick flicks of his fingers, he picked up the pace he was thrusting into your pussy, his hips snapping against you faster and faster.
You tried to hold yourself up, leaning your forearms against the backrest, but your arms had gotten too weak so all you could do was hold onto it with your hands in a tight grip, taking what Spencer gave you; your head hung low and nothing more then moans left your lips.
When he felt you clench hard around him, Spencer groaned and leaned his temple against yours, his mouth near your ear. “Such a good girl, taking me so well”, he panted and increased the pressure on your clit; the praise did exactly what he had intended and it sent you over the edge, with a choked out cry your back arched against him and you came, your whole body shaking. He had been close before, but it took him by surprise when you pussy clenched so hard around him that you pulled him right with you, his dick twitching and he spilled himself into you.
Both of you collapsed against the back of the sofa, breathing hard, and you let out an uff when Spencer's weight got too much. “Sorry”, he said breathlessly and immediately pulled back; you hissed when he pulled out in the same move. He moved his arm around your torso and helped you holding yourself up. You tiredly grabbed pillow after pillow and just threw it blindly to the side to let them fall to the floor. The last one was a bit difficult to get out from under you, but after you got it out you moved it to the end of the couch.
You let your body fall into the cushions, ringing for air and with your eyes closed. Next to you, Spencer got up. You reached out to him, alarmed when you heard him stumble; he luckily had regained his balance before he fell over his own feet, but his knees were still a bit wobbly. “Are you okay?”, you asked, your lips stretching into a worried smile. He huffed out a laugh and took the hand you had reached out into his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“Yeah, I'm good. Just wanted to get us some water.” He gave your fingers a gentle squeeze before he let go and bend down to get his boxer shorts to put them back on before he slowly walked into the kitchen. Not even a minute later he came back and handed you a glass of cold water, his own already half empty.
When you had finished your water he took your glasses and put them down on the coffee table. You lifted your arms and reached for him, beckoning for him to come back and lay down on the couch with you.
“Five minutes”, you said softly, a wide smile on your lips; you already knew Spencer was about to shoo you up and into the shower.
He huffed, but took your hand and joined you. You made him some space and rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You hummed content, nuzzling your face deeper into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes. After a short moment you mumbled: “Maybe ten minutes...”
Spencer just laughed and pulled you closer.
#cmkinkbingo2024#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#ghosts can write#💜 s.r.#--- mismatched🧦
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Hiii! Could you imagine one where the reader finds out she's pregnant during one of Spencer's missions and when he comes home she has a crisis and ends up feeling ill and Spencer doesn't know how to help and the reader doesn't know how to tell him she's pregnant. (Both are already married)
i took this opportunity to set my pregnant!reader series into the future cause i already planned for them to have another child. request is tweaked justttt a little.
“my dear sweet penny, can you hit me with a bus? i want this misery to end.” you’ve been hit with the worst stomach bug or flu or just something that’s been lasting since spencer went on his case, five days ago.
your mom took your daughter for the day when you realized you weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon and you called in your reinforcement of one penelope garcia. the case ended yesterday but the team had to stay an extra day due to weather in their state, so penelope has been keeping you company for the past two days. it was nice to have an adult conversation instead of bluey and the same princess movies.
“okay, if you’re pleading for death that means it’s time to head over to a hospital. i don’t want spencer to hypothetically bite my head off if something happens to you.” her bright blonde hair was your shining sun in your darkened bedroom. and her jewelry were loud gongs with each step she took. “i hate to sound like a bitch but can you like, be the opposite of yourself today?” moaning and groaning as you tried pushing off the tossed sheets.
“yeah, you need a doctor. cause and i quote ‘penny if i even say to change yourself i’ve been abducted and that’s an alien.’ hopefully they can give you good drugs.”
at the hospital they took some blood, made you pee and just did a bunch of other check ups when it was shown you were sick with anything. so after an hour or so your doctor renters the sterile room with his clipboard and a poker face. “well, you’re not sick, but you are pregnant. we’ll get an ultrasound in here to check on the fetus.” talk talk talk and then he left again, leaving you and penelope open mouthed shocked.
“holy shit,” breathing out as your hand rubbed over your still small belly. “i told spencer i couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” telling that to the ceiling.
“oh, i’ll have another godchild! i’m so happy to live vicariously through you.” penelope stood at your side and smiled down at you. you turned your head towards her, “you know when they’re older, you’ll be our go-to babysitter then. so just be prepared for that.”
with the ultrasound done they confirmed you were almost done with your first trimester and that left you a bit shocked. you were three months pregnant but didn’t know, now you understand how some of those other ladies feel. but you were excited for another, but then you were done, seriously.
you tried calling spencer after leaving but his phone when to voicemail, but you didn’t think anything of it. probably feel asleep or out doing something with his team. so when you arrived to your mom’s place you were a bit surprised to see your husband holding your daughter and swinging her around.
“you’re back!” penny the first to speak and move further into the home. spencer and anna both turned their heads and smiled at the bright lady. “auntie penny!” your annabeth squealed with an arm out.
she happily took her from spencer’s hold and moved her away so you could talk with spencer. his puppy eyes and downturn mouth made your heart soar, oh how he’s gonna get you into so much trouble.
“you feeling better? your mom said it’s been a week.” pulling you into his hold, cheek pressed into his chest as his palms rubbed over your shoulder blades and spine. you sighed, “yeah, penny took me to the doctor. turns out i wasn’t sick… i was- i am pregnant.”
spencer’s hands stopped and leaned back, “what?” his brows raised into his curling locks. “how far along?” “three months…” biting into your bottom lip as you watched him go through his mental calendar. you both knew your period was irregular, that’s why you didn’t think anything of it.
“so it must’ve been sometime after annie’s fourth birthday,” spencer came to the conclusion. leaned in to peck your forehead, “are you okay with another?” always making sure you were okay with the decision.
you smiled up at him with a twinkle in your eyes, “absolutely.”
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The Prophecy (Azriel x Rhys! Sister) Bonus Chapter
AN: I'm happy you guys wanted a bonus chapter because I totally wanted to write one. I'm happy this series was so loved and I can't wait for you guys to see what Azriel fics I'm cooking up next!
Part 1, Part 2 ,
Azriel's Verson: Part 3 (final)
Lucien's Verson: Part 3 (final)
Summary: The only thing worse than having Azriel not know about the bond is watching him and Elain carry on like she doesn’t have a mate as well. Lucien and you have been long time friends but things change after one fateful starfall celebration. It’s not wrong if both of your mates don’t want you right?
Warnings: some fluffy smut, a little Azriel dirty talk, and fluffy ending.
Word count: 2,356
I take a shaky breath and take in the sheer desperation on his face, “I love you too Azriel,” I laugh feeling another tear slip down my cheek.
He doesn’t waste a moment, stepping through my threshold and cupping my cheek to place a searing kiss on my lips. I melt into him, feeling his clothes soaking my own as my nightgown clings to my skin. His hands are on my waist, scarred and cold from the elements but still so intoxicating. My arms wrap around him pulling him further into the entryway. I hear him slam the door shut with his boot drowning out the sound of rain leaving only the music of our ragged breaths as he kisses me deeper.
He pulls away to press his forehead to mine, his wet hair and skin causing drops of water to cascade down my own face.
“I love you so much,” he breathes cupping my cheek to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “My mate.”
I feel my back hit the wall behind me rattling the small mirror mounted on it. Azriel’s hands were greedily pulling on every inch of me. His kiss was frantic and needy, like the man had been deprived of any warm touch for months and come to think of it he probably had.
I feel his hands wandering up the bare expanse of my thighs. Oh how I had dreamed of feeling that scarred skin leaving its brand on me. I had dreamt of nothing else for years. He lifted me onto a small table and I heard a vase crash and shatter on the floor next to us. I immediately rip away from him but it doesn’t stop him from trialing his lips down my neck, like he might cease to exist if his lips and hands aren’t all over me.
“Azriel my vase!” I exclaim laughing at how he isn’t even phased by the broken ceramic on the ground. “We’re going to destroy my house!”
He smirks against my lips, “Then how about we take this upstairs?” he smiles.
There’s a frenzy of shadows and then I’m in my own bedroom, the fireplace roaring to life providing us with light. I had never been so thankful for such blessed light as Azriel peeled off his soaking wet shirt and discarded it onto the chair by the fire. It would dry in no time.
I allowed my eyes to wander the expanse of his body. Sure I had seen the male shirtless before, I had bumped into him taking a steam after the legendary snowball fight 300 years ago and nearly fell to my knees. But this time? This time it was different because he was mine, and he was looking at me with just as much hunger as I did him.
“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice dropping an octave as he took a languid step forward placing his hands on my waist.
“Say what again?” I tease placing a kiss on his bare chest, something I always dreamed of doing. Cauldron help this male, I was probably never going to get my fill of him.
His hand slides under my chin tilting it up, “You know what,” he says more sternly.
I lean in close just brushing my lips against his, “I love you.”
A low growl emits from him as he pulls me into his kiss once more. He pressed his body into me the evidence of his arousal grazing my stomach. I take a couple steps back, my legs hit the bed and before I can let myself fall onto it he slips the straps of my too thin nightgown off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As soon as he feels my hardened nipples brushing against his chest he looks down taking me in.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he murmurs into my lips, those scared hands wandering over my exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Says you,” I trailing my fingers from his shoulders, over his pecs and down his abs. My hands dip to his breeches where I can see him ready and wasting, but just as my fingers slip under the hem my wrists are yanked up.
“Not yet,” he smiles deviously, landing a quick kiss on my lips. “Lie down on the bed, I want to properly worship my mate.” he orders and if his words.
I hang on every word he says as they drip from his mouth like honey. I let my bare back lay down on the soft sheets of the bed, and his eyes take in every inch of me from where he stands at the edge of the bed. He kneels on the bed, grabbing one of my ankles and bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss to it. The gesture is so simple yet so intimate, so arousing. Scared hands and soft lips trail up the expanse of my leg, the feather light touches making me grow wetter and wetter where I needed him most. His mouth stops at my inner thigh leaving a light bite mark on the inside of it.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters between my legs, kissing me everywhere but where I want him to.
My breath hitches as I feel the heat of his breath on my sex. Those hazel eyes flit up to me as he slowly lowers his head to my folds. He licks a long stripe up my center and I find my hands tangling in his silken night black hair, pulling and tugging on it as he feasts on me.
“Oh gods Azriel!” I cry out.
The sight of Azriel’s head between my legs, licking and sucking like a starved man was erotic enough to have me curling my toes. But the sound of his mouth on me? The warm wet tongue flicking my clit, the moans of pleasure that reverberated through him? That was truly something to behold.
I feel one of his fingers enter me and I gasp, arching my back off the bed. A scarred hand instantly splays over my stomach, keeping me down. I can feel Azriel’s smirk between my legs as he adds another finger, curling them both to hit that spot that has me letting out a cry. He smiles again, seemingly loving his ability to make his mate scream as he shakes his head back and forth, tongue moving over my clit at a pace that has me trying to arch on the mattress as I feel my claimax wash over me.
“Azriel!” I scream as my legs shake and tremble beneath him.
His hazel eyes watch me intently as I come undone for him, eagerly lapping at my clit taking everything I give him. Even when I’m left as a mess of shallow breaths I still want more of him.
He places one last kiss against my clit, “My mate makes such pretty sounds for me,” he says smugly.
Soft lips covered in my arousal find their way to my hips then my stomach, then the curve of my breast. My breath hitches again as I realize how painfully hard my nipples are and I wonder if it's the bond making me feel this way. The need for more.. more, more, more, more.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, placing a kiss to each taut nipple earning a groan for me.
“Azriel please, I need you,” I beg, running my hands through his hair.
“Shhh I feel it too,” he says, kissing my neck, confirming that the bond is screaming at him too. “Do you know how it felt to come over all the time and find you wearing nothing but those tiny little nightgowns you love so much? How badly I wanted to rip them apart with my teeth and have you right there?” he groans leaving love bites
I let out a small gasp at his words and then think of all the times I felt the same, “What about me?” I laugh as he trails kisses over my jaw, his hard on pressing into my core. I wasn’t sure when he rid himself of his pants but I wasn’t going to complain. “All those times I saw you come back from training, sweaty and dirty? Or the time I ran into you outside of the steam room and you nearly dropped your towel?”
He pulls back to look at me, “I was a fool then, and never again. My mate will have me whenever and however she wants,” he groans pressing a deep kiss to my lips.
“Say it again,” I ask, caressing his face to move the hair from his eyes.
“I love you y/n,” he breathes, kissing me slow.
In one slow movement he enters me fully, a guttural cry falling from my mouth as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.
“Oh gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans pulling out slowly and thrusting in again.
His hips move in leisurely motions, as if he’s wanting to savor every moment of being inside me. My hands rake down his back as his fervent sounds in my ear have me needing more of him.
“Azriel harder,” I whimper, digging my fingernails into his broad shoulders.
He smirks and presses a lazy kiss to my ear before slamming into me harder. I let out a strangled sound as I grasp onto him, needing anything to try and ground myself.
“Gods you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans slamming his hips into mine. “Everything about my mate is perfect,” he says, sucking the peak of my breast into his mouth.
“Oh gods Azriel its so-” my words get caught in my throat as he hits a particularly sensitive part of me.
The sounds of skin slapping reverberates throughout the room as I feel myself quickly approaching the cliff I was just standing at the edge of. I’ve been told my whole life that sex is different with your mate, that it’s more than just pleasure, it's the binding of souls. I never believed a word, not caring for semantics and retellings from newly mated pairs who couldn’t keep their hands off each other at dinner parties. But now I understand all of it.
“I love you so much,” Azriel mutters, his voice even deeper and rougher than before.
“I love you too Az,” I pant brushing the hair from his face.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight baby,” he groans as his face contorts with pleasure. “You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he asks the cocky persona coming back.
“Y-yes,” I choke out as I feel him piston into me harder.
“Are you on that special tonic?” he asks.
“Yes, I am,” I breathe out, my voice sounding ragged.
“Thank the fucking Cauldron!” Azriel praises his snap into me.
The feeling of him sliding in and out so fluidly, the fullness of him, the euphoria that comes every time he hits that spot, it has me falling apart, tears drifting down my face.
“Azriel I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me darling!” he growls and I feel him getting closer as well.
I cum hard with his name on my lips, feeling the pleasure go through every nerve of my body like a wave. I feel my pussy clenching around him and the second I do I hear him roar, his power trembling the house.
“Oh gods y/n!” he screams and sputters inside of me the warmth of his seed enough to make me want to go for round two just so he can fill me up again.
He collapses on me for a moment, laying his head on my chest as we both pant frantically. I subconsciously run my fingers through his hair, soothing both him and myself. He rolls off me and pulls me to lay on his chest, tilting my head up so he can see me.
“I love you so, so much,” he smiles, placing kisses on my face. “My beautiful, smart, caring, hilarious, perfect mate.” he says accentuating each word with a kiss.
“I love you too Az,” I smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek.
There was a time I thought I would never have this. Never have him. Yet here I was, lying in his arms. My body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat from the pleasure he pulls from me. My lips swollen and red from his kisses I never thought I would receive. I’ve dreamt of nothing else for 400 years.
“What do we do next?” I laugh realizing that all this had started from him coming to my door in the middle of a storm. Outside I could still hear thunder and rain pouring onto the roof.
“Well the conditions are too treacherous for me to fly home so I’ll have to crash here,” he smirks, rolling over so that he’s on top of me. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says, kissing my lips.
“I suppose I’ll take you in for the night,” I tease. “But I meant after that.”
“When the rain stops we’ll gather the family and have the mating ceremony and then you’ll be mine officially,” he says, kissing my cheek. “And then later on I’ll work on giving you some winged babies,” he smiles.
My heart flutters, “Oh Az really?” I gasp grasping both of his cheeks.
“Absolutely,” he nods. “But not until much later, we have all the time in the world and I’ll need to get my fill of you before I can even think about sharing your attention with a couple of baby bats.” he jokes.
“Speaking of getting my fill,” I smirk, rolling him over so that I’m straddling him. “I have 400 years of yearning to make up for,” I tease, placing a kiss on his chest.
“Is that so?” he laughs, throwing his hands behind his head.
“It sure is shadowsinger, you think you were in misery these past few months?” I sink myself onto his cock and both of us groan. “Get comfortable mate, you’re in for a night of ravishing.”
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Hi hey hello :333 may i request something? Since I saw from another post of yours that they were open :> I also am not sure if you wrote this before or not but can you please do MC/Yuu waking up malleus, jack, rook, and idia with nice soft kisses please? 🩵🩵
Thank you!! :D
Hi!! I haven't written that yet, it's so cute omg! I died a little while I was thinking of scenarios. My brain rotted in a good way, thanks so much anon <33
True Love's Kiss (Without the Curse)
Malleus Draconia, Jack Howl, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud x G/N Yuu <3
Word Count: 2.6k | ~650 per part
(Malleus' part lowkey is kinda angsty but nothing too bad, really hope they're all in character and if not I'm so sorry TwT)
It was rare that Malleus ever slept. It was even rarer for Yuu to be witness to it, because after all their time together, the prince had become accustomed to watching over the prefect while they rested instead. But there were rare days where this was the opposite, and the human instead watched over the fae.
Fae were beautiful, Yuu found themself musing, as they took in Malleus’ sleeping face. He especially was extraordinary, with eyes that flickered and blazed and burned the most beautiful shade of green. It almost made their heart cry at how they couldn’t see his eyes then, when he rested and they had to be shut, but they supposed that was alright. They could still see his elegant horns that gave away his draconic heritage, and the pointed ears that hinted at his long, long lifespan.
That was one of the reasons he rarely slept around them, Yuu knew. Malleus wanted to spend as many moments as possible with them. In the grand scheme of everything, they knew that what time they had to offer with him was naught but a drop in the sea of his life. Neither of them pretended that they didn’t know this, and yet,they never spoke of it. They countered it with little things, by taking walks together every night, or staying together even when one slept.
Yuu wondered what dreams he had. They wondered if he had dreams as vibrant as theirs, of histories that did not seem to be correct. They wondered if he could even dream, when he could govern everyone else’s to the point that they could become a reality he could shape. If Malleus could do that with others’ dreams, Yuu could not begin to imagine what he could do with his own.
And yet, they still wondered. Maybe he got lost in them too, like they did. Maybe when his eyes flickered underneath his eyelids, beautiful lashes fluttering, Malleus forgot that what worlds his mind constructed weren’t reality. Maybe they were nice dreams. Yuu hoped they were.
Just in case they weren’t, they stood from the place on the couch in his room they had been sitting on, making their way around his bed as quietly as they could. Just in case they weren’t, Yuu watched him for a moment longer, trying to study Malleus’ face in case they saw this again and could find the signs. Just in case they weren’t, they took his hand, ever-so-gently.
Softly, carefully, lovingly, Yuu leaned down, coming close enough so that they could hear the feather-soft breaths Malleus took. Like a timeless incantation, an ancient spell, they whispered his name. And then they pressed their lips against his, so terribly filled with adoration that they thought their heart might nearly burst.
It did not, thankfully. When Yuu pulled away, they watched as the fae’s eyes opened slowly. They saw the exact moment that Malleus saw them, making those beautiful rings of flame crackle and warm and blaze all at once. “Did you dream?” they asked, finding that their curiosity was getting the better of them.
Malleus smiled, and Yuu’s heart nearly burst a second time. His smile was the most ethereal thing they had ever seen. “I did,” he answered, finding that his hand was in theirs and holding it tighter. “I dreamt of you and I, in a field of flowers as the sun set.”
Yuu couldn’t help but smile back, when their heart didn’t break again to instead swell with warmth. “That sounds beautiful.”
He hummed, and the sound revealed how sleep still had the faintest of holds on him. “You are much more beautiful than any dream of you would be,” Malleus whispered, bringing their joint hands up to his lips to kiss. “Thank you for waking me so that I may behold the real you.”
Jack worked hard. Everyone knew this, from how he woke up hours earlier than his dorm to train more even before they did as a whole. He didn’t slack on his studies either, much to his professors’ appreciation. And for all the effort he put in, he knew where his limits were. It was one of the reasons why Yuu admired him so much, even when they were long into knowing each other.
He woke up much earlier than Yuu, to the point that they almost had no hopes of waking up before him. However, rare were the nights that he went to bed after them, thanks to his equally early bedtime. It almost terrified Yuu sometimes, how he could stay so devoted and consistent to his schedule. With all the hectic things Night Raven College threw at them, the prefect had a less-than-stellar sleep routine more often than not. Jack, in a way that just made Yuu’s heart melt all over again, tried to help them as much as he could to fix it, but it too failed more often than not.
The one good part about it, Yuu supposed, was that it could lead to times like now. Jack had come over to Ramshackle to study with them, since they had a test coming up in their Defensive Magic class. Yuu couldn’t cast spells, but that didn’t stop them from having to do the same written test as the rest of the class. For the practical part of the exam, they had to rely on Grim and hope that he did well enough to pass the two of them. Jack, thankfully, was making sure that the direbeast didn’t leave that up to chance.
A few hours into their study session for the written test, however, Yuu had found that they were more amused by watching Jack gradually become sleepier and sleepier. It was a mixture of adorable and endearing, the way that he had to keep jerking his head back up the moment it started to fall to instead answer one of Yuu’s questions. Maybe they were being a little mean, the way that they were purposefully asking more than they had to in order to make it last for longer.
Yuu had been smart enough to at least ask the more difficult questions in the beginning of their time together, so now they were more messing with Jack than anything at this point. They suppressed a giggle when they looked up from their textbook to see his eyes half-lidded and still rapidly drooping. “Flora’s weak against water-defensive spells, right?” they asked.
Jack hummed. Yuu couldn’t stop the breathy laugh that escaped them when his eyes finally closed, watching at how that made his ears swivel to focus on the sound. But he didn’t react to it any other way, as his head dipped to his chest. “Jack,” they called softly, when he didn’t lift it up again.
He’d finally fallen asleep, Yuu realized, when they said his name two more times with no response. Maybe that was for the best, if they were being nice. But Yuu wouldn’t be a Night Raven College student if they weren’t a little cruel, so instead, they leaned over. Jack was so tired that he almost didn’t react to when they kissed his cheek, which made them smile all the more.
“Jack,” they tried, one more time. “Don’t sleep like that.”
With two more kisses to his cheek, his eyes finally fluttered. One more to his forehead, and they opened, as he raised his chin back up with a small grunt. “Sorry.” It took almost all his strength to say just that one word, Yuu saw, and they couldn’t help but giggle.
“Let’s go to bed,” they offered, with one last brush of their lips against his temple. Jack hummed again.
Yuu and Rook, in a way that would hopefully keep the latter from actually hunting the former, had come up with a strange little game the two of them would play. It had started so long ago that Yuu couldn’t even remember the exact day, and became such a habit that they didn’t want to stop, either.
Whenever one of the two of them found the other sleeping, they would try to wake them up in the way that all the timeless legends did: with the hero giving the rescued the gentlest of kisses. More often than not, Yuu was woken up by the soft brush of Rook’s lips against their brow, or their cheek, or even their hands. More often than not, Grim woke up shortly after Yuu to be scared into having a small heart attack at the sudden presence of the hunter.
At this point, Yuu couldn’t even begin to count how many times Rook had woken them up. On the other hand, they couldn’t even fill one listing the times that they had woken up Rook. Even when he spent the night at Ramshackle, or they had a sleepover at Pomefiore, they always fell asleep before he did and woke up to see him already awake. Yuu was beginning to think that he just didn’t sleep.
Until, one day, when they had been strolling through the forest, it happened.
Yuu didn’t know who or what was on their side, but everything had to have aligned perfectly for this to happen. They walked around a tree only to nearly jump when they caught a glimpse of his golden hair catching the sunlight on the other side, hat removed to better let him sleep.
He was beautiful asleep, just as he was when his emerald eyes were open. Yuu immediately tried to make every movement, every individual breath become as silent as possible, if only just to take in this rare sight before it disappeared once more. For all the time that Rook had spent praising their resting expression, Yuu had half a mind to do that to him, too.
Carefully, they took another step closer. When that didn’t make so much as an eyelash quiver, Yuu took another, slowly but surely getting closer to the hunter. How funny it was, they thought, that their roles had finally been reversed.
Somehow, they had gotten close enough to Rook to be able to touch him, and he had still not awoken. Yuu breathed a silent thanks to all of the Seven, alongside whatever deities and lucky stars they’d been blessed with as just as tentatively, they crouched next to him. Closer now, Yuu could see all the better just how stunning Rook was. For all the words he said admiring beauty, Yuu decided there and then that they would say the same number about Rook.
They leaned forward, softing pressing their lips against the apple of his cheek. And the moment they did, they felt the way that Rook had started to smile, unable to hold it back any longer. “Beautiful, Trickster. That was merveilleux.” His smile turned a little teasing, a little predatory as his eyes glinted. “It will take more than that to sneak up on me, however.”
“I knew it.” Yuu sighed, making Rook laugh as they unceremoniously plopped down next to him. “Do you have any tips?” they couldn’t help but ask, as one of Rook’s arms came to wrap around them.
“A hunter cannot reveal all his methods, mon coeur. You’ll simply have to practice.” Yuu didn’t know what to think, when they were met with another one of his beautiful smiles when they frowned up at him. At least they won a little, though. They won a little more when they kissed his cheek again, making a shade of pretty pink dust his face.
It was almost impossible to find someone who took gaming any more seriously than Idia Shroud. That was why, at the same time, it was almost impossible to find someone who slept less than him, be they fae or human. Most times, Yuu would try to work with Ortho to make sure he actually took care of himself and actually slept instead of just chug energy drinks like they were water.
Tonight was not one of those nights, however, because they had been challenged to a bet. Idia, with the cocky smirk that almost seemed to be exclusively for them in the safe confines of his room, had gloated that there was no one who could beat his times in a racing game. Yuu, considering themself something of a rising gamer ever since becoming the Ignihyde housewarden’s go-to player two, thought that maybe it would be something if they beat him at his own game.
Yuu had known it was going to be hard, but not as hard as it was. The moment Idia had heard that, he’d held nothing back, getting a time even better than what was already stored on his console to nearly make Yuu just give up right then and there. But if nothing else, Yuu was resilient, and they went right to trying to getting the gold ranking and knocking Idia’s character down a peg.
Once they got going, Yuu had no idea how much time passed. It was long enough to make Idia drop out and go finish his dailies on all his other games before midnight passed, at the very least. After that, Yuu had thought that he would have joined them again, but they stayed the only player.
After their latest attempt ended in another failure—Idia was still faster by a whopping 3.20 seconds—Yuu let their hands drop into their lap, sighing as they let their head fall back to hit the mattress from where they’d been stationed on a bean bag on the floor. “Idia, where was that one glitch again?” they asked, finally getting the resolve to slide their eyes over to him to see the told-you-so grin he’d give them—
—only to be met with nothing but closed eyes and a peaceful expression, as his head rested on folded arms. He’d been laying on his stomach on his bed in order to still see the screen while he’d been using his phone, but now even that device was left discarded to the side, as he took soft, even breaths while the screen dimmed and finally shut off from inactivity.
Maybe it was a little too late, or maybe Yuu had spent a bit too much time gaming, but this felt like a scene straight out of one of the dating sims they’d played with him. Looking over to see that Idia’s face was so close to them, so close that they could kiss him if they just moved so much as another few centimeters. They could feel their heart skip a beat, as his hair flickered and waved and surrounded him like a halo.
Idia Shroud was gorgeous, Yuu found themself realizing again. It made them smile softly to see that he had fallen asleep, though it turned a little guilty at the way that they’d kept him up late enough to make him finally just shut down. In a way they hoped would be a good enough apology, they gently leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose.
That made him flinch slightly, humming ever-so-softly as his brow furrowed. “Idia,” Yuu called gently, making him hum again. They brushed their lips against his forehead now, as his hair flickered when he finally cracked open an eye. “I can’t get it.”
It was because his hair didn’t immediately turn pink from their proximity did Yuu know that Idia was still barely awake. He shifted a little, nuzzling deeper into his arms as his eye threatened to close again. “‘Cause you need the cheat code,” he muttered, words half-slurred. “I’ll tell you it in a sec. Need to…restore mana…first.”
Yuu almost laughed. “Mood.” But then they yawned instead, and decided that maybe their bar was getting a little low, too. They could take a second to refill before they attempted another try.
Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed <3
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●Just one night●
Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader
Era: Pre apocalypse
Summary: Merle and Daryl went to a bar to have a fun night. But then Merle found out that Daryl was still a virgin and he wanted to change that with a few "whores".
Warnings: +18 CONTENT, fem.Reader, against the wall, oral (f), Merle being Merle, mention of alcohol, mention of smoking, Insults, virgin Daryl, virgin Reader
Words: 3k
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PoV Daryl:
I had actually wanted a free evening, but of course Merle put a stop to my plans again. We had worked together all week because of his illegal business and I had to help him with everything. Now I couldn't even enjoy my Friday evening.
We sat together in a bar, I had a whiskey while he had a cocktail. With a big grin he drank from his glass before looking after some women who were laughing and chatting at a table.
"Well, lil' bro… how's your sex life?"
"I don't know why ya should care."
I just said coldly.
Merle laughed amusedly before leaning a little closer to me.
His breath smelled of alcohol and smoke, it reminded me of the old man, but I constantly ignored this feeling.
"Ya´re still a virgin, aren´t ya?"
I didn't mind being a virgin, but I still didn't want to tell Merle.
So I drank quietly from my glass while looking around the bar. But this only made Merle laugh again before he drank his glass completely empty and stood up.
"Don´ worry, lil´ bro… I´ll help ya…"
And with these words he walked away from our table.
Annoyed, I rolled my eyes briefly before I looked after him.
He slowly walked towards the table where all the women were sitting. I somehow had a really bad feeling about this and when Merle pointed at me, I felt even more uncomfortable. Swallowing hard, I watched as the women looked in my direction, each one looking different from the next.
After a few seconds, one nodded slightly and they all stood up. Only then did I see that there were three women. They were wearing very short clothes, you could almost think they were prostitutes.
"Heyyyy, are you Daryl?"
One then asked.
Swallowing hard, I watched the women as they sat down next to me and in front of me. A few stroked my arms or leaned so far forward that I could see their cleavage.
"Uh… I guess so?"
I just said uncertainly. Damn it, I'm going to kill Merle.
The woman sitting next to me gently stroked my thigh as she moved closer and closer to my ear. Her breath gave me a cold, unpleasant shiver and I immediately backed away.
"You're brother told us that you want some fun?"
Ok, that question was definitely the reason to kill someone.
I took a deep breath before shaking my head.
"Nah… 'm good…"
I said briefly.
The women giggled quietly for a moment before tapping me again. Even though it was stupid, I looked at them again, but this time with an annoyed expression.
"It's okay to be a virgin… just… how old are you again?"
The woman sitting opposite me asked me.
Strangely, I felt a pressure building up inside me and I bit the inside of my lower lip. A stupid habit of mine.
"Why?"
I asked.
The women looked at each other briefly before pointing behind them to their table. My gaze went there and I saw a woman there, about my age. She was staring at her cell phone and sipping a drink. She wasn't wearing such provocative clothes as the other women and she didn't seem as excited either.
"This is (Y/N). She's a virgin too."
The woman sitting next to me then said.
My confused look then went to her before I shrugged my shoulders.
"'kay? And now?"
The woman next to me grinned broadly before she stood up and went to this (Y/N).
When (Y/N) sensed the presence of the other woman, she put her cell phone down and looked up at the woman. The woman who had just been sitting next to me pointed at me and made some hand gestures. Within a second, her cheeks turned bright red and she looked grumpily at her drink.
"She's shy…"
The second woman whispered to me.
Grumbling, I looked at her briefly before looking back at (Y/N) and the strange woman. Reluctantly, she let herself be pulled towards us and the strange woman pushed (Y/N) onto the seat next to me.
PoV (Y/N):
Annoyed, but also unsure, I now sat next to this Daryl, who also looked at me annoyed.
However, he didn't seem to be annoyed by me, but rather by my friends. We wanted a relaxed evening and suddenly they were talking about sex and relationships, even though they knew full well that I had never experienced either of them.
"Hey…" I said quietly.
Daryl looked at me closely for a moment before nodding at me and taking a sip from his glass.
My friends laughed before nudging me lightly.
"Merle, his brother, told us that Daryl wants some fun… this is your chance!"
I just rolled my eyes in annoyance before looking uncertainly at Daryl.
His gaze was stubbornly directed at the table and he made no attempt to raise it again.
"Merle, how much do we get?"
My other friend suddenly asked.
Frightened, I looked at all three of them grinning at the other man. This Merle also just grinned before walking towards us and putting his arm around one of my friends.
"Well… for me it depen´s on how good ya ladies are in bed."
He joked, which only made my friends laugh.
I, however, looked at him annoyed and disgusted. Then his gaze went to Daryl and me.
"And ma brother will pay her $200."
Daryl just looked pissed at his brother before he stood up and grabbed my wrist.
He roughly pulled me out of the bar, behind us we could still hear Merle and my friends laughing and talking.
"Where are we going?"
I asked him when we were outside.
Daryl rummaged around in his jacket pocket before he gave me $200. I looked at him in shock before he walked away.
"Jus´ tell them, wha´ ya wan´."
That's all he said.
I should have been relieved that he just gave me $200 and that I didn't had to sleep with him, but somehow I was angry. I didn't wanted to be paid for sex and I didn't wanted to be paid for nothing.
"What the hell? I'm not a whore, like other people."
I snapped at him loudly.
He stopped immediately and looked back at me, his blue eyes practically looking into my soul.
"Wha'? Ya wanna sleep with someone, go an´ ask someone! I don' need this shit."
And with these words he went to a motorcycle.
I immediately ran in front of him before he could even get to the motorcycle.
My eyes stared stubbornly into his, but his eyes seemed much more intense. My knees went weak and my stomach tingled.
"Wha'?"
"Can you… at least bring me home…?"
I asked quietly.
Uncertainly, I pressed the $200 back into his hand, my gaze falling to the ground. Daryl looked at the $200 briefly before snorting loudly and nodding. Relieved, I watched him get on his motorcycle and then look at me impatiently.
"Common."
I stood quietly next to the motorcycle before climbing on carefully and slowly.
Trembling, I held onto his shoulders until I was sitting behind him. Swallowing hard, I looked around briefly.
"Don't you have a helmet?"
"Nah, don' need tha' shit."
And with these words he started the engine and drove off.
Startled, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and pressed my body against his back. Only now did I notice how broad his upper body was and that his hips were a bit narrower.
But I couldn't really concentrate on it, I had my eyes tightly shut the whole time and my whole body was tense.
Sometimes Daryl asked me where we had to go and I would lead him to my house with only quiet words. Daryl then stopped in front of my house, but I hadn't noticed that we were already there. With my eyes closed, I just waited for him to drive off again at some point.
"Hey… we're here."
I then heard him say.
I opened my eyes slowly before looking around.
We were standing in front of my house, it was quiet, only the motorcycle engine was still running. I nodded slightly, nervous.
"T-thanks… uhm…"
Daryl just remained silent before he got off and looked at me impatiently.
His blue eyes made me nervous, they made me tremble more and more. So when I wanted to get off the motorcycle, my foot got caught and I felt myself falling to the ground. But before I even touched the ground, I hit Daryl's chest. He had stood in front of me and wrapped his arms around me so that I didn't fall any further.
With bright red cheeks I looked up at him, my heart was beating much faster and I couldn't breathe.
Daryl looked down at me, his blue eyes sparkled briefly and I felt his rapid heartbeat against mine. Our hearts were beating in sync, or at least it felt that way.
"S-sorry…"
After many seconds that felt like hours, I finally managed to say this.
Daryl just grumbled quietly, but his grip didn't loosen. He just lifted me slightly so that I was now standing normally on the floor. In front of him. So close.
I gently placed my hands on his chest, but I didn't push him away. My eyes looked deep into his and I could have sworn that his eyes became darker and more intense.
"You wanna come inside…?"
How the hell could this happen?
I wanted to have a nice evening with my friends and suddenly I was standing against my wall, in my bedroom. My pants were off and my panties pushed to the side, with a stranger from a bar between my legs. With one hand he held my panties away and with the other hand he held my leg, which he had put on his shoulder.
Breathing heavily, I had buried my fingers in his short hair to push him closer to my throbbing cunt.
"Fuck Daryl~…!"
I managed to say, breathing heavily, while his nimble tongue quickly flicked over my clit and then sucked greedily on it. His eyes were always focused on my face, which kept twisting with desire. Sometimes I tried to maintain eye contact, but it was very difficult, my eyes kept rolling slightly backwards.
"Ya like tha'?"
He purred softly against my pussy.
Whimpering, I nodded quickly, his lips were now sucking greedily on my clit again. My breathing was getting faster and a certain pressure was building up in my abdomen.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum…~!"
My words only made him suck harder on my clit before he pulled away and bit my inner thigh. Whimpering, I looked down at him as he sucked on my skin until a dark bite mark was visible on my skin. Then he went back to my pussy and let his tongue flick over my clit again. He did this until a huge wave of excitement overcame me and I moaned his name loudly.
Besides my rapid breathing, I heard Daryl swallowing and moaning quietly, his vibrating tongue pressed against my clit, which made me tremble.
"Fuck~…"
Daryl pulled away from me again, his lips and chin were slightly shiny, they were full of my juice. I was somehow embarrassed, but when he licked his lips clean and wiped the rest from his chin with the back of his hand, my heart started beating faster again.
Without another word, he stood up again and pressed me harder against the wall so that my body pressed against his.
"Ya got condoms?"
He then asked in a rough and deep voice.
The tone of his voice gave me goosebumps before I nodded slightly and kissed his lips gently before I pushed myself away from him to go to my closet. From there I pulled out a pack of condoms.
"I wonder if they fit?"
I teased him, with a slight grin.
Behind me I just heard him snort in amusement before I heard his belt. It made me sad that he didn't take off all his clothes like I wanted, but I didn't want to pressure him either.
"'m sure they will."
He growled quietly behind me.
Humoring, I walked towards him with a condom in my hand. At first I thought we were going to bed, but Daryl had other plans. He grabbed my waist and pushed me back against the wall, his cock pressed against my inner thigh.
He ripped the condom out of my hand, grabbed one of my legs and lifted it so that it was wrapped around his hip. He ripped open the package with his teeth before pulling the condom out and putting it on himself. Then he positioned himself in front of my entrance.
I wondered how he knew so much about this.
"Ya ready…?"
Again his voice gave me a pleasant shiver before I nodded and held on to his shoulders. He slowly pushed his cock into my pussy and a loud moan escaped both of us. Daryl laid his head on my shoulder while I clung tightly to his shoulders and laid my head back.
It was painful, but at the same time, desire was building up inside me and I was breathing faster and faster.
"Fuck, you're so tight…"
He growled softly in my ear.
While I got used to this new feeling of fullness, Daryl took off my shirt and covered my skin with kisses. He waited until I gave him a sign that he could move, and I did, after a few minutes.
"Please, Daryl…~"
These words seemed to be enough for him, because he pulled his hips back slightly before pressing them firmly against mine again. At first he moved slowly inside me so that we could both get used to this friction, this feeling. His shaft rubbed my inner walls while my inner walls rubbed his shaft and sucked greedily on him.
Daryl had his face pressed against my shoulder the whole time, his hot breath made me arch my back.
"You can move faster…"
I whispered softly in his ear.
A quiet grumble escaped him briefly before he lifted my leg a little higher and then thrust into me faster. Luckily his other hand held my waist tightly, otherwise I would probably have collapsed in front of him. I closed my eyes and groaned so that I could feel this feeling better, and a pornographic moan escaped me.
Who would have thought that sex could feel so good? And then also for the first time.
Daryl's voice also got a little louder, he growled loudly against my skin, sometimes he moaned quietly.
"So tigh´~…"
His voice made me arch my back further.
The movements became faster, our skin slapped together faster, our breathing became faster and my voice became louder.
His tip was constantly pounding against a magical spot that made me see stars.
Even though my eyes were closed, they somehow rolled back into my skull, my fingers dug into his shoulders, which were still covered by his shirt.
Even though it had bothered me so much just a few seconds ago, I didn't care at all at that moment. I just wanted him on me, inside me.
"Daryl~! So good~…!"
He only responded to my loud whimpering with another loud growl before moving even faster.
Somehow he managed to move his pelvis against mine so that his shaft rubbed deliciously against my clit. A tight knot formed in my abdomen, which made me howl over and over again.
"I'm gonna cum~…!"
Daryl moved his pelvis even faster now, if that was even possible.
But Daryl was making everything possible at the moment. My voice got louder and louder, I couldn't get any words out and if I did, I shouted them very quickly.
"Fuck, yes~! Yes, yes, yes~!"
I put my hands on his neck and pressed my lips against his.
For a moment I felt Daryl slow down, but he immediately moved at his own pace again while he returned my kiss. His growl against my lips made my inner walls pulsate more strongly around his cock and his cock twitched violently again and again.
"'m gonna cum too~…"
He then growled softly against my lips.
Daryl had closed his eyes and now leaned his forehead against mine. His lips were slightly open and a loud growl or a quiet whimper escaped him every now and then.
"Fuck~! Daryl~!"
"Fuckin' god~!"
We both moaned at the same time before we came.
My head spun and my vision went black for a moment before I hugged him tightly and held onto him, trembling. Daryl had pressed me tightly against his chest while he slowly lowered my leg. He stayed inside me for a while before he slowly pulled out and kissed me gently.
I hadn't expected this gentle kiss, but I returned it briefly before burying my face in his shoulder.
"That was good…"
Daryl only grumbled once quietly before he picked me up and slowly carried me to my bed.
When he laid me down, he took off the condom and went to a trash can, into which he threw the condom.
"Are you gonna sleep here?"
I asked hesitantly.
I didn't really want him to leave, but he had every right to. It was just a one-night stand after all.
"Ya wan´ me ta go?"
His voice was deep and much rougher.
Although I was still sensitive from my previous orgasm, I pressed my legs together.
After just a few seconds I shook my head and looked at him pleadingly.
"You can sleep with me…"
It sounded more like a request than an offer, but Daryl agreed.
He nodded briefly before lying down next to me and staring at the blanket. Swallowing hard, I looked at him before carefully laying my blanket on top of him and then turning away from him.
"This was just… a one-night stand… right?"
I wanted to hear from him what it was like for him.
I hoped we would do it more often, but I would be fine if he never wanted to do it again.
"… I dunno… I guess not?"
He sounded very unsure, but the fact that he didn't see me as a one-night stand made my heart flutter briefly.
Before I could say anything else, I fell asleep, my eyelids were heavy and my whole body was tingling pleasantly. I could just faintly feel Daryl taking my hand in his and gently kissing my fingertips.
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Picture not so perfect memory — Kimi Raikkonen x reader
Angst and Hurt
Word count 4k
I feel like this is missing something but oh well 😭🔪🔪
A couple of months ago
"I can't understand why you're having such a hard time opening up, Kimi," you said, feeling puzzled. Kimi scoffed and rolled his eyes in response. "I don't need to share everything with you, Y/n. Just drop it," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Please, don't tell me to drop it. It's obvious that something is bothering you, and I genuinely want to know what it is. Please, just tell me," y/n pleaded.
Kimi slammed his drink on the table and stood up facing y/n” You want to know what’s bothering me y/n? It’s you. You're the one who's bothering me and I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. I'm sick of you talking” Kimi yelled.
Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at Kimi. The words that had just escaped Kimi's lips left Y/n in disbelief. How could Kimi say something like that to her?
“Fine if you're so sick of my…” voice then I’ll leave,” Y/n said with tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked to their bedroom and began packing a bag. Kimi didn’t follow her, he just sat back down and continued to drink his drink.
As y/n walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks, Kimi sat silently, feeling guilty and remorseful for his words. He tried to ignore the emotions creeping in, taking another sip of his drink. The silence in the room was deafening, and he couldn't shake the heaviness in his heart.
After a few minutes, he got up and walked into the bedroom. He saw y/n packing her bags, her suitcase open on the bed, clothes stuffed in hastily. He leaned against the doorway, watching her silently. “I didn't mean it. Don't leave, please,” Kimi said softly.
Y/n froze, her hands pausing over the clothes in her hands. She turned to face Kimi, tears still streaming down her face.
“You said you're sick of me, sick of my voice,” y/n choked out, her voice tinged with anguish.
Kimi took a step closer, his gaze locked on y/n's.
“Y/n, ”he said, his voice a husky whisper. He cupped her face gently, wiping away her tears with his thumb. “I was afraid, I pushed you away. I'm sorry.”
Y/n hesitated, her heart conflicted. She wanted to believe his apology, but the memory of his cold words still stung. “I’m leaving and that’s final Kimi,” y/n said sniffling and pulling back away from him.
Kimi's face fell, his eyes pleading.
“Please, y/n. I need you,” he said, his voice trembling. He reached out for her hand, but y/n pulled away.
“You don't. You made it very clear that you’re sick of me,” she said, her voice choking. She turned back to her packing, determined to leave. Kimi watched her, his heart aching. He wanted to say more, to apologize, but the words felt inadequate. He stood there, feeling helpless as he watched her walk away. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and there was nothing he could say to undo it.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Kimi was miserable. He missed y/n, but he had been too stubborn to reach out to her. Every day, he thought about her, wondering if she was happy without him. One night, after a particularly tough race, Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of Scotch. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had lost. He missed y/n's laughter, her smile, her soft, comforting touch. He realized then, how much he truly loved her.
In a moment of desperation, he picked up his phone and dialed y/n's number. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her to answer. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and then it went to voicemail. He hung up, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him. He took a deep breath and tried her number again, this time leaving a message. “Y/n, it's me. Please, please call me back. I need to talk to you. I miss you. I love you. Please.”
"Hey, sorry I missed your call, just leave a message after the beep"
"Hey, yeah, it's me, just been thinking about everything tonight
And I don't know, I just miss you so much
Give me a call back if you can?"
y/n's pov
Picture-perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
Y/n's heart sank as she heard Kimi's voicemail. She clutched her phone tightly, her heart aching. How could he say he loved her now after he'd hurt her so deeply? Memories of their time together flooded her mind, the laughter, the joy, the love. And now it was all shattered. She couldn't deny that she still loved him, even now. The urge to call him back was strong, but y/n resisted. She needed time to heal, to understand why Kimi had pushed her away. Despite her anger and heartbreak, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His words, his touch, his smile. She missed him terribly. Instead, she continued sipping on her wine and looked at the pictures that now lay scattered across the floor.
As y/n looked at the pictures, tears welled up in her eyes. Each photo captured a moment of happiness, a memory of their love. She picked up the photos one by one, looking at their smiling faces. She remembered how her heart had fluttered when he first kissed her, how they had laughed together during long drives, how safe she had felt in his embrace. The weight of her grief became too much to bear. She let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with her hand. She missed Kimi, more than she cared to admit. Why had he hurt her so badly? Why hadn't he just talked to her instead of pushing her away?
For a moment, she considered giving in and calling him back, but then she shook her head firmly. She needed more time. She needed to heal, to figure out what she wanted. She couldn't let her heart make the decisions for her, not when it was so clouded with love and pain.
In separate rooms in separate homes, both Kimi and y/n wonder if they crossed each other’s minds. Kimi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The memory of y/n’s voice on her voicemail message replayed in his mind. The sound of her voice, which once brought him comfort, now only brought pain. He couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking of him if she missed him too. Y/n, on the other hand, was struggling with the same thoughts. She lay in her bed, her sheets rumpled from tossing and turning. She thought of the way Kimi's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth of his hands, the sound of his laughter. Was he thinking about her, too? Her heart ached for him, despite everything.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me, it happens all the time
But both y/n and Kimi were too stubborn to reach out to each other again, at least not yet. They needed more time to process their feelings and to understand what they wanted. The silence between them was deafening, but under that silence, their hearts still yearned for each other. Time passed slowly for both Kimi and y/n, their days filled with longing and regret. They tried to keep themselves occupied, to distract themselves from the ache in their hearts, but nothing could fully dull the pain. They often thought about reaching out, picking up the phone, and calling each other, but fear held them back. They became experts at hiding their pain, putting on brave faces, and pretending everything was fine. Kimi threw himself into his racing, channeling his emotions into his performance. Y/n threw herself into her work, trying to drown out her thoughts with tasks and deadlines.
But no matter how hard they tried to bury their feelings, they couldn’t help the occasional glance at each other’s social media profiles. They saw the updates, the smiles, the life continuing without them. It was a bittersweet reminder of what they had once had and lost. As the months went by, the pain didn't fade, not really. It became bearable, yes, but it was still there, a constant presence in their lives. They wondered if they would ever truly move on if they would ever find love again, or if they were destined to be stuck in this limbo, forever longing for each other but unable to reach out.
Despite their efforts to keep their feelings hidden, Kimi's friends and family noticed the change in him. They saw the sadness in his eyes, the way he would drift off mid-conversation, lost in thought. They knew he was hurting, but he refused to talk about y/n, to acknowledge the void in his heart that she had left behind. Similarly, y/n's friends noticed her changed moods and silent moments. They knew something had happened, but y/n wouldn't open up either. She kept her pain locked inside, refusing to talk about the man who still held her heart captive. As they silently struggled, both y/n and Kimi wondered if they would ever find forgiveness within themselves, if they would ever be able to let go of the hurt and find a way back to each other. They missed each other immensely, but their pride and fear of being hurt again kept them from reaching out.
They continued living their lives, going through the motions, but deep down, they knew something was missing. They missed the comfort of each other's presence, the familiarity of their shared life. The memories haunted them, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what could have been.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
Y/n sat alone in her living room, the loneliness of the night weighing heavily on her shoulders. It was one of those nights when the silence felt overwhelming and the absence of his presence was keenly felt. The clock struck a quarter past one, and her thoughts turned to Kimi, as they often did during these solitary hours. She had vowed not to call him, not to give in to the longing that consumed her soul. But tonight, the desire to hear his voice was too strong to resist. She picked up her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she dialed his number. As the phone rang, she held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. With each ring, y/n felt a nervous anticipation. What if he didn't answer? Would he hang up as soon as he heard her voice? The dial tone seemed to stretch endlessly, and she almost regretted dialing his number. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard a click and a familiar voice answered.
"Hello?" Kimi's voice, gravelly and low, sent a shiver down y/n's spine. The sound of his voice was both a comfort and a torment, filling her with a bittersweet mix of relief and longing.
"Kimi," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't know what to say, or how to explain the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. All she knew was that she needed him, now more than ever.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and y/n wondered if he would hang up if he was as conflicted as she was. But then he spoke, his voice softer than before, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
"Y/n," he said, his breath catching. "I didn't expect you to call."
Y/n swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She wanted to say so much, to apologize and explain, but all she could manage was a choked "I miss you."
Kimi sighed, and y/n could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, the way he did when he was frustrated or uncertain. His voice was husky when he responded, "I miss you too."
They both fell silent again, the weight of their longing and regret hanging heavily in the air. Y/n wanted to say more, to express the depth of her feelings, but she couldn't find the words. Kimi's breathing was the only sound on the line, a constant reminder that he was there, listening to her, feeling the same conflicted emotions. As the minutes ticked by, y/n's mind raced with questions. Would this phone call change anything? Would it bring them back together? Or would it just make
the pain worse? She didn't know, but she couldn't bring herself to end the call, not when just the sound of his breath made her heart ache with longing.
They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance, filled with unspoken apologies and unspoken confessions. They reminisced about the good times, the laughter, and the joy they had shared. They acknowledged the mistakes they had made, the hurts they had inflicted on each other. They skirted around the topic of reconciling, neither of them brave enough to broach the subject. But in the space between the words, they found a fragile peace, a glimpse of hope for a possible future.
Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of whiskey. He couldn't help but glance towards the door, expecting y/n to walk in any minute. The memories of her laughter, her smile, and her touch were like a bittersweet melody, playing on a loop in his mind. He knew he had messed up, that he had pushed her away with his cold, distant demeanor. But in the silence of the night, he realized how much he truly missed her. He missed the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams. He missed the way she made him laugh, even when he didn't want to. The whiskey burned his throat as he downed it in one gulp, trying to drown out the ache in his heart. But the pain persisted, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He longed to reach out to y/n, to apologize and tell her how much he missed her. But his pride and fear held him back, creating a barrier between them.
The clock ticked on as he sat in his loneliness, each second feeling like an eternity. He longed for their shared laughter, the warmth of her touch, the intimacy of their whispered secrets. The absence of her presence felt like a gaping wound, raw and throbbing with pain.
"Hello?" Kimi's voice carried a hint of hope and trepidation as he picked up the phone, hoping it would be y/n on the other end.
"Hey," y/n's voice came through the phone, soft and hesitant. The sound of her voice sent a jolt of surprise through him, followed by a rush of conflicting emotions. He was happy she had called, relieved that she hadn't forgotten about him entirely. But he also felt a twinge of guilt, remembering how his distance had hurt her.
"Y/n," he said, his voice filled with longing. He wanted to say so many things, to apologize and beg for forgiveness. But the words caught in his throat, his pride holding him back. He didn't want to reveal too much, to show how deeply her absence had affected him. There was a pause as y/n seemed to struggle with her own emotions, unsure of how to start the conversation. The silence felt heavy, laden with unspoken apologies and unspoken forgiveness. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice wavering slightly.
"I don't know what to say," she admitted, her honesty piercing his heart. "I just... I miss you, Kimi. I know I shouldn't, after everything that happened. But I can't stop thinking about you."
Kimi's heart ached at her words, a mixture of guilt and hope flooding his soul. He reached for the right words, the ones that would convey the depth of his longing, but all he could manage was a shaky, "I miss you too."
Y/n sighed softly, the sound filled with both sadness and relief. They were both dancing around the truth, both afraid to address the real reason behind their longing. But the connection between them felt like a lifeline, pulling them closer despite the hurt they had caused each other. They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance between longing and caution. They spoke about their lives, their work, their friends, anything but the pain they had inflicted on each other. But in the spaces between the words, they communicated their regrets, their hopes, and their continued love for each other. They didn't discuss reconciling yet, but the possibility lingered in the air like a whispered prayer.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind For me, it happens all the time
As the night wore on, the phone call between Kimi and y/n slowly came to an end. They hung up, their hearts heavy with a mix of regret and longing. The days that followed were filled with a strange sort of emptiness as if something was missing from their lives.
Despite their attempts to move on, both Kimi and y/n found themselves thinking about each other constantly. The memories of their time together haunted them, whispering what-ifs and might-have-been.
They tried to distract themselves with work, socialization, and hobbies, yet the thoughts of each other would slip in when they were least expecting it. In the silence of their solitary moments, they wondered if they were going insane, caught in a loop of longing that seemed never-ending.
Nights were the hardest, as their minds replayed the moments they had shared, the laughter, the touch, the love. They yearned for that connection once again, but the fear of being hurt held them back. The lingering questions of what might have been gnawed at their hearts, refusing to let go. Despite the passage of time, the memories of their love stayed fresh, like a wound that refused to heal. They found themselves looking at old photographs, listening to songs that held hidden meanings, and visiting places that once held significance. The reminders of their shared past were everywhere, mocking them with what they had once had.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and still, Kimi and y/n remained apart. Their pride and stubbornness, combined with their fear of being hurt again, prevented them from reaching out to each other, even though their hearts yearned for reconciliation. The distance between them seemed insurmountable at times, the longing turning into a constant background hum in their lives.
They watched from afar, secretly following each other's social media updates. Kimi would see pictures of y/n living her life, smiling and happy, and a pang of jealousy would strike his heart. Y/n, too, would see photos of Kimi hanging out with friends, his laughter echoing through the images, and a pang of longing would fill her chest. They would hear stories through the grapevine, about the dates y/n was going on or the girls Kimi was spotted with. These updates would fill them with conflicting emotions - a mixture of jealousy, hurt, and even a flicker of hope that maybe they were both trying to move on.
But amidst the longing and the pain, there was a part of them that couldn't let go completely, a part that still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day they would find their way back to each other. Until then, they remained in this limbo, caught between the past they yearned for and the future that felt uncertain and distant. They knew they were being stubborn and illogical, holding onto their pride at the expense of their happiness and potential for reconciliation. But the fear of heartache and the pain of the past kept them locked in a cycle of resistance. As the days passed by, the chances of reconciliation seemed to grow smaller with each ticking second.
Despite the emotional turmoil they found themselves in, life had to go on. They continued to live their lives, going through the motions, but always feeling a lingering emptiness that not even success could fill. It was as if a part of their hearts were waiting for the other piece to come back, making every moment bittersweet with the loss of a love they both dearly missed.
They tried to move on, date other people, and find new happiness, but the ghost of their relationship always haunted them. Every touch, every laugh with someone else was a cruel reminder of what they had lost and what they still desired.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
It was hard but eventually, they moved on. Time has this magical way of healing wounds and reshaping perspectives. After months of heartbreak and solitude, Kimi and y/n eventually managed to move on. The pain of their breakup gradually faded into a distant memory, replaced by a quiet acceptance of their separate paths. They found solace in their own lives, embracing new adventures, new love, and new beginnings.
Despite the distance and the passage of time, memories of their passionate love and heartfelt connection remain etched in their minds. They carried with them the lessons learned and the growth gained from their tumultuous relationship. Though no longer together, the impact they had on each other lived on, reminding them of the fleeting but powerful love they once shared.
As fate often has it, their lives occasionally crossed again, at shared events or casual encounters. The old feelings of longing and love would resurface, stirring a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and regret. However, with the wisdom gained from their past, they chose to keep a respectful distance, cherishing the brief moments while remaining steadfast on their separate paths.
The years passed, and they built their own families. Kimi found love again and started a family with a new partner. Y/n, too, found contentment with someone else, building a life filled with love and happiness. Though their hearts still held a tiny corner for each other, they finally found a sense of closure and acceptance, knowing that they had indeed moved on.
They occasionally caught glimpses of each other's lives, witnessing each other's growth and contentment from afar. A small part of them whispered what-ifs, but they knew that their paths had diverged, and their chapter had closed. They both cherished the memories they had created together, knowing that their love, although now history, would forever remain a beautiful and significant part of their lives.
They realized that love, in its essence, carried an inherent risk of pain and hurt. Their relationship reminded them that love was not just about the euphoric highs but also about the potential for painful lows. The beauty of their love lay not only in the happiness they had shared but also in the lessons they had learned from each other. Though their relationship ended in hurt, it served as a reminder of the delicate balance between love and pain, growth and sacrifice.
As they navigated their separate lives, they found strength in the knowledge that even in the depths of hurt, they had loved fiercely and deeply. Their relationship had left an indelible mark on their hearts, forever intertwining them in a shared history that shaped who they were and who they would become. Through it all, they held onto the belief that true love, whether it ended in triumph or tragedy, was always worth the risk.
I just need you now
Oh baby, I need you now
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Finding Her: A Dark Noah Fic
i’m so excited to announce the beginning of my stalker Noah series. this has been my BABY and i can not wait to share it with you all.
This is a Noah x ofc (Dollie) could be read as an insert also!
a big big big thank you to @as-above-so-below1000 for your support and thoughts and everything you’ve done for this whole journey🫶🏻
please read with caution.
the stories full list of trigger warnings are as followed; Consensual non-consent, mentions of drugs (drugging a person and medical drugs), mentions of addiction, knife play, blood, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, stalking, dacryphilia, possessive Noah, slapping, mentions of abuse, Noah has a monster cock in this story, asphyxiation, blind folds and bondage (sexually and not), branding, impact play, cock worship, collaring, degradation, d/s, face fucking, gags, orgasm denial, pet play (if you squint), toys
Prologue under the cut ◡̈
The flowers sitting on my counter stared back at me with a forbidding glare. The butterflies in my stomach awakening again. There was an envelope attached. Before the common sense had time to kick in, I had the letter in my hand.
“You took my breath away. Only my best girl deserves the prettiest flowers. See you soon little doll.”
See you soon? Does that- is he here? Nicholas said not to fret. Stalkers rarely actually act out their desires. He said I'm fine, probably just some guy I saw once at a bar. He’s never left a gift inside my apartment before.
Looking around the room in a panic. It wasn't uncommon for my mind to wander. Was he watching me right now? Was he able to see the slight blush that crept onto my cheeks when I saw the daisies? Could he tell I was nervous?
I’d always dreamt of a world far away. A world you only see in a novel. One where nothing can go wrong, where I'm unapologetically myself, where I'm loved fiercely by a man. I didn’t know this world would be so dark, and delirious. I didn't know this is what love would feel like. I didn't know someone could know me more than I knew myself. When I walked into the bar that night, I didn't know that was the beginning of the end.
#noah sebastian smut#noah sebastian fluff#noah sebastian headcanons#noah sebastian blurb#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian fanfiction#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian#bad omens fluff#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fic
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~ Our little date 🩸
Character: Scar (Wuthering waves)
Content: oneshot, SLIGHT NSFW (nothing that serious), scar x reader, fem!reader.
Just scar begin obsessed with you, so much that he is going insane.
again, you find yourself face to face with Scar, for the umpteenth time in the last 3 weeks.
Your icy gaze challenges his defiant one.
"don't look at me like that, come on. If you keep doing this I won't be able to control myself, love." Scar chuckled
In a fraction of a second he appeared in front of you, tipping your chin up with his finger to meet his gaze.
"we haven’t met for 2 days straight, why not enjoy our alone time once more?"
“don’t call me love.”
You approach even more to look deeper into his eyes, making sure he knows how serious you are.
Scar's smile widened, looking as if he took pride in your reaction.
"Why not? But that's what we are, hm?" He leaned forward, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, "I mean, I can't stop thinking about you. What more can I call you?"
Scar's touch caused a shiver to run up her spine, but she did her best to ignore it, attempting to move away from his touch.
With all your strength, you push Scar to the ground trapping him with the weight of your body, blade aimed at his throat as your the knee pushes against his stomach.
He lets out a strangled gasp falling to the ground, his left hand trapped underneath yours.
“...Well, this is rather...intimate," he muses with a chuckle, a smirk still playing on his lips, "If this is how you want to start off, then be my guest, darling. I love nothing more than to enjoy these little power struggles of yours."
you push your knee into his stomach, enough to make him struggle to speak, he flinches.
“You’re just trying to get me on your side.”
Scar's body tremulously shuddered from the pressure on his stomach, making his smirk falter slightly as he struggled to speak, his breath hitching.
Despite this, he still tried to maintain his composure, trying his best not to give you the satisfaction you crave to see.
"And if I am?" He manages to retort through gritted teeth, his gaze still fixed upon you with a mixture of defiance and amusement.
“Did they tell you to seduce me so that it would be easier to convince me?” you say without breaking eye contact, your faces are inches apart.
As their breaths mingle, a slight blush starts to form on Scar's cheeks, the proximity between them beginning to have an effect on him. He takes a moment to answer, his gaze unwavering as he looks deeply into her eyes.
"Well, they didn't tell me anything," he finally says, a sultry undertone evident in his voice, "but even if they did, I would still be drawn to you. Seduce you or not, I don't care about any of that. It's just you and me, now."
"Yeah sure" you stay alert, still pointing your sword at him, you stand up letting him go.
Scar stands up, a devious look gleaming in his eyes as he brushes off the dust on his clothes while watching her with a smirk. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks up, his tone mischievous
"Ah, I do love how you treat me with such passion." He laughs. "But come now, you can't deny the chemistry between us. Why not we take a step back and have some fun together?"
“It would end up with you trying to kill me”
He chuckled at your response, his smirk widening into a full-blown grin.
"Killing you? Now, why would I want to do that when you make such an entertaining plaything?" He said in mock disappointment, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Tell me, love, what's the point of a game if it ends too quickly? Where's the thrill, the excitement? Don't you enjoy a good chase?"
as he approaches, you take a few steps back.
Noticing her retreat, Scar slows his pace, his movements almost languid as he continues to approach her with a wicked smile on his face.
"There, there... No need to back away," he coos, his voice taking on a more seductive tone. "I won't hurt you, my darling. But isn't this so much more exhilarating than just getting rid of each other?"
A chuckle escapes his lips as he notices your blush, his smirk widening in delight. With a flick of his wrist, he disarms your sword, the weapon clattering to the ground with a dull thunk.
He steps forward, eliminating the remaining space between them and pressing his body against her, the heat between them almost palpable. He leans forward, their faces mere inches apart, his breath hot on her neck as he whispers softly in their ear.
"You can't deceive me, my love. I know you want this just as much as I do."
You try to escape from the weight of his body that pins you against the wall, but he is quicker than you to grab your wrists with one hand, and trap them above your head.
Seeing her struggle, Scar's grip on her wrists tightens slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes as he presses them further against the wall, his body trapping them in place.
"What's the point of resisting, my dear? You may deny it for now, but I know the truth. You're here because deep down, you desire me."
He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your skin as he murmurs against your neck.
His words carry a mixture of confidence and desire as his gaze lingers on her, a subtle shiver runs down her spine.
"You're so beautiful, it's almost a crime…and yet, you're still trying to deny us both the pleasure we deserve."
Scar's free hand starts to slowly run down her body, exploring her form with a possessive touch.
"You don't need to be so shy. Let your desires run free. Let me give you everything you crave, my love," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin as his mouth finds its way to her neck, planting soft and lingering kisses along the tender flesh there.
You try in every way not to fall into the sweet trap he set for you, but you've had enough of pretending you don't like it so, you abandon yourself to his touch.
A smirk spreads across his lips as he senses her finally giving in, the way she melts into his touch only igniting a fire within him even more.
"There, there, my dear," he murmurs against the skin, "Let go of your doubts and fears, and just enjoy this moment with me."
Scar continues to shower her with his heated affections, his mouth moving along her neck and collarbone as his free hand continues its exploratory journey over her body.
your arms feel like jelly, when he loosens his grip on your wrists you let your arms fall to his shoulders.
As she moves, he takes the opportunity to slide his own hands around her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing even more firmly against each other.
"You're so responsive," he praises in a low voice, his breath hot against their skin.
He begins to plant soft kisses along her neck, his mouth moving up towards her jaw as he savors the taste of her skin.
A muffled moan escapes your lips as if your subconscious is demanding more from his touch.
A low growl escapes Scar's lips as he hears her soft moans, his hold on her waist tightening.
"That's it," he whispers huskily, "let me hear you, my love."
His mouth trails upwards, pressing hot kisses along her jaw before he captures her lips in a possessive kiss
He moans softly against her lips, the sound muffled by their kiss. Her eagerness fuels his desire even more, his hands beginning to wander lower.
The kiss grows deeper, more intense, his hunger for her apparent in the way he claims her mouth with heated passion.
You break the kiss to move your mouth on his neck, working on leaving a mark on it, while your hands slowly trace his body lower and lower
A sharp inhale escapes Scar's lips, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.
"Oh, you cheeky minx," he purrs with a low chuckle, his breath coming in ragged gasps now. His hands rest on her lower spine, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles as they brush against the soft skin beneath his touch. He lets out a soft groan as he feels her hands travel lower and lower, unable to hide the effect your touch has on him.
“You want me that much, Scar?”
"You have no idea..."
His breath hitches with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, tilting his head back to give her better access.
"You have no idea how badly I've craved your touch," he confesses, his voice almost a whisper. "Every second, every moment, every breath we're apart is torture. I ache to be close to you in every way possible. That's how much I want you."
A sharp gasp escapes from his lips as her touch finally reaches its desired destination, the sound a mixture of shock and raw pleasure. His body shudders slightly, his eyes widening a fraction.
"Oh, sweet hell..." he curses, an involuntary groan escaping his lips. "You're going to drive me mad, my love."
His hands tighten their grip on her, holding her firmly against his body.
“Don’t hold back, wasn’t this what you wanted?” She whispered against the boiling hot skin of his neck, now covered in marks.
His breath hitches at her words, the mixture of her touch and her whisper against his skin fueling the burning desire coursing through his veins.*
"Yes, yes..." he responds, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is all I want... All I need."
His eyes shut, lost in the bliss of her touch as he gives in to the tidal waves of pleasure crashing over him.
“they’d kill me if we get caught, I’m supposed to work, you know?” Scar said.
”I know, but enjoy the moment for now, let’s keep this between us, shall we?”
A grin spreads across Scar's face at her words.
"Your wish is my command, my dear," he replies with a chuckle, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.
He presses up against her once more, pinning her against the wall with a strong hold. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers,
"They'll never find out if we keep this between us."
in that right moment, a feminine voice is heard behind them
“Between the three of us?”
Scar's eyes widen in shock as he abruptly breaks away from her his heart racing furiously as he tries to regain his composure. Seeing Phrolova suddenly appear startled him, and he quickly composes himself, straightening his clothes and forcing a calm expression.
"Hey, what's... what's up?" he asks, feigning nonchalance despite the surprise still evident in his voice.
Phrolova's gaze flicks between Scar and him, she raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing on her lips.
Phrolova: "What's going on here, lovebirds?"
Scar shoots a quick glance at her. His usual cocky smirk returns as he turns back to Phrolova
"Oh, nothing, just a little bit of... intense conversation…”
He turns to face you.
“Our time is sadly over, my dear, I would have liked to tease you a little more.”
He winks at you as he walks away.
Phrolova chuckles, a knowing look on her face as she eyes the both of them.
He shoots you a last lingering glance, his eyes holding a mixture of hunger and desire before he finally turns away.
Phrolova glances at you with a smirk once Scar is gone.
Phrolova:”Looks like you have the notorious playboy, Scar, wrapped around your little finger."
Hi hello I’m Lia yes it’s my first oneshot, hope you liked ❤️
Requests for WuWa are opennnnn!
I’ll wait for y’all <3
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Always Come Home
PAIRING: Max Verstappen x reader
WARNINGS: None
WORD COUNT: 898
SUMMARY: You and Max get in a fight when he risks his life to be a stunt driver for a movie.
“Baby, please let me in!”
Max was standing outside your bedroom door with his hand planted on the doorframe. His plea was greeted with silence. He sighed and rested his forehead against the door.
“I’m sorry,” he called—loud enough to be heard, but softer than before. “Can you just let me in so I can explain?” He stood there for a moment before you opened the door and his head tipped forward as the door was pulled away from him. He was relieved that you were willing to even look at him, but your expression wasn’t promising.
“Hi,” Max greeted. You scoffed and turned back into the room. Max followed. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again.
“I told you not to do it. I told you I didn’t want you to get hurt,” you spit. Max winced.
“I know. And I told Christian ‘no,’ just like you told me to,” Max assured you.
“Oh? Then why were you driving a stunt car that flipped over on the track?!” You shouted.
“It was safe, schatje,” Max said softly. “Nothing happened.”
“The car flipped over, Max! You knew it was going to!” You shouted. “And all for some stupid movie!”
“I really wasn’t going to do it, but Yuki had to go back to Japan for an emergency and Ricciardo and Checo are traveling,” Max explained.
“There’s still 16 other drivers on the grid! And there’s retired drivers, and F2 drivers, and actual stunt drivers who could’ve done it if you had said ‘no!’” You had never been more angry at Max. He hadn’t ever given you a reason to be angry with him. He loved you and he had never done anything to hurt you. There were barely ever reasons to be slightly annoyed with him, let alone angry.
“The studio made the deal with Red Bull,” Max tried.
“So they could’ve used a reserve driver! Or they could’ve gotten a stunt driver since it was a stunt! Which you are not trained to do!”
“I know, my love,” Max agreed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I told you that I wasn’t going to do it.” You were quiet for a moment. “I could’ve gotten hurt.” Max looked at you hopefully. When the silence continued he was about to add more to his apology but he heard you sniffle and he looked closer at you in the dimly lit room. There were tears slipping from your eyes.
“Oh no. Baby, don’t cry.” Max rushed forward to take you in his arms, feeling a rush of relief when you didn’t push him away.“Please, my love. I’m so sorry. Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry,” he begged.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” you said as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. Your hands gripped onto his t-shirt while he gently rubbed his hand up and down your back, the other one going to your head and cradling you.
“I know, my love,” Max replied. He had only crashed twice since you started dating, but both times you had been a wreck while you waited for the safety car to bring him back to the garage and for days after. He knew how much it scared you when he crashed. After he saw your reaction the first time he crashed he stopped driving so aggressively. The team didn’t love it, but he didn’t care. It made you happy. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” you told him. Max’s heart lifted. Maybe you would forgive him. He turned his head to press a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say ‘no’ when they asked me again,” he said, feeling like he hadn’t apologized enough yet.
“It’s okay, Max. I know you don’t like to let anyone down,” you said through your sniffles. Max smiled softly. He loved that you knew why he had given in.
“I love you, schatje,” Max whispered into your hair. You took a deep breath, calming yourself.
“I love you too, Maxie,” you said back. He leaned back so he could tip your chin up to look at him. He wiped the tear tracks off your face before kissing you softly. Your expression dropped for a moment when you pulled away. “I don’t want to see the movie, Max,” you told him. “I can’t watch knowing it’s you.” Max smiled at your words.
“That’s fine, baby. I don’t need to see it either.” You let a slight smile fall onto your lips.
“But you’re in it,” you said.
“I don’t need to see any movie. The best thing anyone can ever see sleeps next to me every night,” Max flirted. You rolled your eyes and giggled.
“Trying to get back on my good side?” You teased him.
“I don’t want to sleep on the couch,” Max said. You chuckled.
“That would be a punishment for me more than you. I can’t sleep without you anymore,” you admitted.
“And here I thought you started coming to every race because you wanted to support me,” Max joked.
“I do,” you said. “And I don’t want to be tired when I do it.” Max laughed. He pulled you into his chest again and kissed the crown of your head.
“You don’t ever have to spend a night without me again, schatje,” he promised. “I’ll always be with you. I’ll always come home.”
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Okay so I have this idea I’d love for someone to write and I really like your work! So ty! Anyways.. basically, Theo saw his mother die so he can see the thestrals, and so can reader (whatever reason it doesn’t matter.) and they have a quiet moment of bonding over it, and they realize it’s kinda sad but they both feel less alone?
sorry for the delay! here it is
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Weight of the Wings
Pairings : Theodore Nott x GN! Reader
Summary : You and Theodore could see the Thestrals
A/n : Enjoy (・∀・)
Warnings) : lil angst, fluffy ending
Word count : 1k+
The Forbidden Forest loomed on the horizon, a mysterious expanse of shadows and secrets that both attracted and repelled the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Theodore Nott stood at the edge, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter as if daring it to reveal its hidden depths. The sun dipped below the treetops, casting an amber glow that softened the hard lines of his face.
You approached quietly, not wanting to disturb the rare peace that seemed to settle over Theodore in these moments. You had always sensed something different about him, a weight he carried that set him apart from the other Slytherins. Today, you hoped to understand it better.
"Theo?" you called gently, stopping a few feet away. He turned to look at you, a flicker of surprise in his dark eyes quickly masked by his usual calm demeanor.
"Y/N," he acknowledged with a nod. "What brings you here?"
You shrugged, shoving your hands into your pockets. "Just needed some fresh air. Thought you might be here."
He gave a noncommittal hum and turned back to the forest. After a moment, he spoke again. "It's quiet here. Peaceful."
You nodded, stepping closer to stand beside him. "Yeah, it is."
For a while, the two of you stood in companionable silence, watching the shadows deepen as dusk turned into night. The first stars began to appear, twinkling faintly in the darkening sky.
"Theo," you began hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"
He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "You can ask."
You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "I've noticed… I mean, I think I've seen you with the Thestrals before. You can see them, can't you?"
His expression hardened for a moment, but then he sighed, the tension draining from his shoulders. "Yes, I can see them."
"I'm sorry," you said softly, unsure of what else to say. You knew the Thestrals could only be seen by those who had witnessed death, and the thought of Theodore experiencing that kind of loss tugged at your heart.
"It's alright," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "It's not something I talk about often, but… I suppose it's a part of me."
You nodded, understanding the unspoken words. "My parents died when I was young. I saw it happen. I can see the Thestrals too."
Theodore's eyes softened, and he gave a small nod. "I'm sorry," he said, echoing your earlier sentiment.
The two of you stood there, the weight of your shared experiences creating a bond that neither of you had fully realized before. The silence between you was no longer uncomfortable, but rather a mutual acknowledgment of pain and understanding.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Theodore said after a while. "How something so tragic can make you feel connected to others in a way you never expected."
"Yeah," you agreed. "It's like… we carry these invisible scars, and only those who have them too can really see and understand."
He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. "Do you ever feel… alone, because of it?"
You thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sometimes. But then I remember that there are others who understand. Like you."
Theodore gave a small smile, a rare and genuine expression that warmed your heart. "I'm glad we have this, then. This understanding."
"Me too," you replied, smiling back.
As the night grew darker, you and Theodore continued to talk, sharing stories of your pasts, your losses, and the little moments of light that had helped you through the darkest times. The bond between you strengthened with each word, each shared memory, until the weight of your burdens felt just a little lighter.
Eventually, the conversation lulled, and you found yourselves standing in a comfortable silence once more. The Thestrals had appeared, their ghostly forms blending with the shadows of the forest. They moved with a grace that belied their eerie appearance, their luminous eyes watching you with a curious intelligence.
"They're beautiful, in a way," you said, watching the Thestrals as they grazed nearby.
Theodore nodded. "Yes, they are. I used to be afraid of them, but now… I think I find comfort in their presence."
You glanced at him, seeing the truth of his words in the calm expression on his face. "It's like they're a reminder that we're not alone in our pain. That others have felt it too, and survived."
He turned to look at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "Exactly."
As the night wore on, you and Theodore eventually made your way back to the castle. The corridors were quiet, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. You walked side by side, the silence between you now filled with a sense of companionship and understanding.
When you reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Theodore paused, turning to face you. "Thank you, Y/N. For tonight. For… understanding."
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you too, Theo. I'm glad we talked."
He gave a small nod, then turned and murmured the password to the common room. As the door swung open, he glanced back at you one last time, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight, Theo," you replied, watching as he disappeared into the dimly lit room.
As you made your way to your own dormitory, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over you. The pain of your past was still there, but now it was accompanied by the comforting knowledge that you were not alone. You had found a kindred spirit in Theodore Nott, and together, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
And so, with a heart a little lighter and a newfound sense of connection, you climbed into bed, the events of the evening playing over in your mind. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a small, hopeful smile tug at your lips. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly understood. And that, you realized, made all the difference.
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Keta und Krawall ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein
Summary: a stupid accident leads to something you didn’t expect to happen.
Warnings: 18+ but read at your own risk, smut (lmao), alcohol consumption (mentioned), drugs use (don’t do that guys), oral (m! receiving), public shenanigans in a club toilet and I guess that’s it
WC: 1k
A/N: abow guys here we are this is my first EVER published work lmao so pls bear with me. This shits not proofread bc I’m lazy. Also pls bear with me bc English isn’t my first language 👹
18+ under the cut!
To say the music that was blasting through the speakers in club was loud would definitely be an understatement.
“Want another one?” Helen, your best friend, screams over the music.
A nod and she was gone, leaving you swinging your hips to the music alone.
Nights like these were your favorite. Sweaty bodies moving in sync together to the beats of the music, mixing with the feeling and the high of just being free.
The sudden feeling of wetness against your back pulled you straight back out of your little bubble into reality.
Turning around you were met with a pair of blue eyes, widened in shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
You could barely hear him say a sorry, since the music was way too loud.
“Fuck!” Giving him one last glare, you stormed off into the restrooms of the small club you were at.
It was small and definitely looked like it had seen better days. But you didn’t care.
Taking off your soaked shirt you let out a deep sigh, leaking against the sink.
“Hey.”
Startled, you turned around to look at the source of the voice coming from somewhere.
The guy who just poured his whole drink over your outfit was standing there in the doorway, scratching the back of his head. His blonde hair was messy, hanging in his eyes.
Sweat was covering his face as he looked at you. “I’m sorry about- uh that.” He said, nodding at the shirt in your hands.
“Oh it’s fine.”
He could definitely hear the venom in your voice. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”
That was surprising. Eying the man up and down you couldn’t suppress a grunt forming on your red colored lips.
“You’re Joost Klein.” That wasn’t a question.
Joost let out a small chuckle. “Alive and breathing I guess. So? Can I?”
Nodding, you grinned at him. “Actually yeah. Got 5€?”
Taking a small baggy out of your back pocket you looked up at him.
“Uh yeah sure.” Joost did look kinda confused as he looked at the small baggy in your hands while handing you the bill.
“Ever took ketamine?” You asked as you poured out a line on sink.
Seeing his adam’s apple bop in nervousness you knew what answer was coming. “No.”
“That’s okay. You don’t need to.” You said while sniffing the line, throwing your head back and closing your eyes before looking at him.
Holding the rolled bill out to him you grinned. “Unless you want to?”
And he didn’t need to be told twice. Laying out another line, you watched him sniff it.
Biting your lip as he threw his head back, exhaling softly.
The smile on your face didn’t fade as he looked into your eyes, making you both laugh.
When the laughing slowly started to bubble down, neither of you knew what was happening next.
Joosts hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you into his lap while your mouths clashed together into a heating kiss.
Feeling his tongue on your chapped lips, you opened them, giving him permission to slip it inside, fighting for dominance with your tongue.
And then your brain stopped working.
His growing hard on was suddenly very prominent against your thigh, only being separated by your tights and his jeans.
Pulling away your eyes met his again, silently asking for permission.
“Fuck.” He mumbled. “Go for it schatje (baby).”
Not breaking eye contact you got up from his lap and let yourself fall to your knees in front of him, pulling at his belt and opening it with shaky fingers.
Helping you, Joost opens the button of his jeans and pulls the down to his ankles along with his boxers, freeing his erection.
Your eyes widened in shock. How was that even supposed to fit in your mouth?
“Are you okay?” Joosts voice brings you back to earth.
God, you probably just looked like an idiot staring at his cock.
“O-oh yeah just- fuck!” You exclaimed. “Never had one this big.”
That made him chuckle. “Well then better go for it before someone comes in. Suck my dick bitch.”
Rolling your eyes you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Keeping what he just said were lyrics from one of his songs.
He looks even more angelic from the spot you are in right now. His hair still messy, eyes closed and head drawn back against the wall as you worked him in your hand.
Dipping your head down you finally worked up enough courage to take him in your mouth.
The taste of salty precum hit your taste buds instantly, making you moan out around him.
His hands are now both on your head, holding your hair out of your face into a messy ponytail.
“You like that don’t you? Sucking my cock in a bathroom where everyone could just walk in.”
And then he thrusted his hips upward, taking you aback and making you gag in surprise.
Joost slowly starts to fuck your throat. And you liked it.
He slowly gets faster, your hands gripping his thighs, eyes watering as he starts chasing his high.
Letting out a breathy moan, he looks down at you, watching his dick disappear between your lips.
Suddenly he pulls you off. Wrapping a hand around his thick shaft he strokes himself a few more times before spilling his seed all over your beautiful and fucked face. “Here it comes prinses (Princess).”
As the first drops of cum hit your cheek your lips turned into a smile.
Opening your mouth you try to catch some of it before he lets go of you, slumping back against the wall and covering his face.
“I usually don’t do this you know.” The embarrassment was visible in his voice.
Getting up, you take a wipe to clean yourself up. “Neither do I.”
Leaning against the sink again you watched him putting himself back into place. A soft sigh escaping your lips as you turn around to leave.
“Hey.” His voice is soft. “What’s your name?”
Stopping you turn around one last time “Y/N.”
And with that you leave him alone.
The sound of Keta und Krawall by Ikkimel is all you can hear again as you walk back into the club.
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A/N: if you made it to the end, thank you. Hopefully there’s more to come 🥹
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i neeeed young parents reader x james, maybe 1984-85 ?
I hope I understood this correctly!! I’m such a sucker for cute stuff like this, and 80s dad James?? Oh my godddd
In 1985, James and I were 23 years old, living life with the reckless abandon of youth.
James was riding the wave of Metallica's rising fame, and I was swept along in the chaos and excitement of it all.
Everything seemed perfect the way it was, until we found out I was pregnant. That news stopped us both in our tracks.
I remember the day I told James. He was tuning his guitar, his brow furrowed in concentration. When I told him, he just stared at me, his hands frozen on the strings.
There was a long silence, then he let out a breath and said, "Well, looks like we're gonna be parents." His voice was calm, but I could see the fear in his eyes.
We were both terrified, but there was no question, we were going to keep this baby.
By the time our daughter was born in 1986, everything had changed.
Metallica was on the cusp of releasing ‘Master of Puppets’, and James was busier than ever.
Despite the demands of his career, he was determined to be a good father.
When he was home, he was entirely devoted to our little girl.
James was adorable with her. He was this big, rough around the edges rock star, but when he held her, he was so gentle.
I would watch him trying to figure out how to change her diaper, his fingers fumbling with the tabs, and I couldn't help but laugh.
He'd grumble about how "diapers are more complicated than guitar," but he always managed to get it right in the end.
There were nights when she'd cry for hours, and James would get up, scoop her into his arms, and pace the floor, whispering lullabies in his gravelly voice.
Those moments made me fall in love with him all over again.
He was clumsy and inexperienced, but his heart was in it. He was head over heels for our daughter.
Being young parents was hard to say the least. We had so much to learn and so many adjustments to make.
James's schedule was unpredictable, and there were times when he had to leave for weeks on end.
Those were the hardest times, feeling like I was doing it all alone. But he always called, always checked in, and when he came home, he'd bring all his love back to us.
One evening, after a particularly long tour, James came home exhausted but beaming. He scooped our daughter up, twirling her around, her giggles filling the room.
She had just started to recognize him, her eyes lighting up whenever he walked in.
Seeing them together, seeing how much he adored her, made all the struggles worth it.
James wasn't perfect. He made mistakes, and there were times when his temper would flare, or he'd be too tired to help as much as he wanted. And same with me, we were sad too young to be parents, but we did it with pride.
But he was trying, and that meant everything. He was present, he was loving, and he was learning.
In those early days, amidst the chaos and the sleepless nights, we built something together. James would often say that our daughter was the best thing that ever happened to him, and I couldn't agree more.
She completed us, gave us a purpose.
The memory of the day our daughter was born is drawn vividly in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday.
Labor had been long and exhausting, and by the time I finally held our daughter in my arms, I was completely spent.
But when I looked at her tiny, perfect face, everything else faded away. She was here. She was ours.
When the nurse finally handed our daughter to James, I saw a transformation in him that I would never forget.
He took her so carefully, as if she were made of the most fragile glass, and for a moment, he just stared at her, his breath catching in his throat.
His hands, usually so confident and sure, trembled slightly as he cradled her close to his chest.
"Hi, babygirl," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm your daddy."
His eyes were bright with unshed tears. I saw him fight to keep his composure, to be strong, but the tears welled up anyway, spilling over and trailing down his cheeks.
It was a rare sight from James.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice breaking. "I promise I'll always protect you."
Our daughter, swaddled tightly in a soft blanket, let out a small, contented sigh, and it seemed to break whatever last bit of worry James had.
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his tears falling onto her blanket.
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the tremor that ran through him. "She's perfect, isn't she?" I whispered.
James nodded, unable to speak for a moment.
James couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, and I watched as he traced a finger lightly over her tiny hand, her delicate fingers curling around his. It was as if he was memorizing every detail.
"I can't believe she's real," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's so small...and I'm so scared I'll mess her up."
I squeezed his arm, offering what reassurance I could. "We'll figure it out. You're already doing great."
Many months later, Our apartment in San Francisco was modest, but it was ours. The walls were adorned with posters of Metallica and other bands, a reflection of James's world and our love of music.
The living room was a mishmash of instruments, baby toys, and scattered laundry.
It was late afternoon, and James was home after a week on the road.
He was determined to feed our daughter her dinner, giving me a chance to sit back and relax for a moment.
I sat on the couch, my legs curled under me, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
James had our daughter in her high chair, a small bowl of mashed peas in one hand and a bright yellow spoon in the other.
His eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he tried to scoop up the right amount of food.
Our daughter, with her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, was all smiles, clearly delighted to have her daddy home.
"Alright, little lady," James said in his gravelly voice, "here comes the airplane."
He made a buzzing noise, moving the spoon toward her mouth. But just as he got close, our daughter batted the spoon away with a giggle, sending peas flying.
James's face fell, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Nice try, Daddy," I teased.
James shot me a mock glare. "You're not helping, you know."
I shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off my face. "You're doing great, rock star."
He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
He scooped up more peas and tried again, this time managing to get a little bit into her mouth before she clamped her lips shut and turned her head, giggling and squealing.
"Oh, come on, kid," he said, trying to keep his frustration at bay. "You gotta eat something."
Our daughter had other plans.
She grabbed the spoon with her tiny hands and promptly dropped it on the floor, squealing with delight.
James let out a sigh, bending down to pick it up, only for it to be batted away again as soon as he held it up.
"You're killing me, kid," he muttered, though there was a shine in his eye.
I could see the love and patience in him, even as he struggled with something as simple as feeding her.
It was moments like this that reminded me why I fell in love with him. Despite the scary rock star exterior, James was tender and caring. The sweetest man I’d ever known.
I got up from the couch and walked over to them, picking up the spoon and wiping it clean. "Let me show you a trick," I said, taking a small spoonful of peas and gently holding it up to our daughter's lips.
She opened her mouth obediently, and I slipped the spoon in, her eyes lighting up.
James watched, shaking his head in mock defeat. "I swear, she's got it out for me."
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "She just likes making you work for it. You're doing great, James. She loves you."
He smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. "I love you too, you know."
Our daughter made a happy noise, flapping her hands as if to say she loved us too.
We were young and often unsure of what we were doing, but we had each other, and that was enough.
James leaned down, planting a kiss on our daughter's forehead. "Alright, little lady, let's try this again."
With determination, he picked up the spoon and attempted another round of feeding. This time, he was more successful, managing to get a few more bites in before the inevitable mess ensued.
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M'not Avoiding Him ~ Tsu'tey x reader
Main Masterlist ~ Avatar Masterlist
3350 words
Warnings: vague mentions of injury
+ The Omaticaya begin recovering and rebuilding after the sky people left under the guidance of their new Olo'eyktan, Tsu'tey. Jake and you had gone through the transfer ceremony, you both start finding your place in the clan. You thought yours was going to be next to Tsu'tey because of how close you two had gotten close but that changed when you catch him with another woman.
It took a while for things to settle down after the great war and the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. The Omaticaya had to find a new home, the other clans returning to theirs, and the full transition to the new Olo'eyktan. Tsu'tey was taking the new position with stride. Not only because he had been training for this but also he had the help and support of Moat, Neytiri, Jake, and I.
Over that time and after Jake and I were permanently transferred to our Navi bodies With much reluctance, Tsu'tey had become accepting of us. He and Jake of course still butt heads but that will never change. Tsu'tey and I however grew closer. He seemed to really enjoy my company.
"Thank you, Ninat. I'll make sure Tsu'tey gets this." I held the bag of items that she asked me to deliver. I walked through the newly constructed village. It was nice to see the people getting back to their normal way of life. I made it to the Olo'eyktan's meeting marui. When I noticed a meeting going on inside, I walked over to a nearby branch and lounged on it.
"Hey Y/N!" I looked up and saw Jake walking my way. Behind him, many others exited the marui.
"Hi Jake. Meeting over?"
"Yeah. You could have come in. I doubt Tsu'tey would have said anything." He leant against the tree. I shrugged. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Tsu'tey asked Ninat for something. I'm delivering them for her." I said, motioning to the bag.
"Well, you can go on in. I got to meet Norm. Bye." He waved as he ran off. I got up and walked towards the entrance to the hut. I paused when I saw Tsu'tey and sighed. He was picking up a few things that were scattered. He then stood up straight and looked over something. From here it looked like a child's drawing. A rare soft smile came across his face. I smiled as a warm feeling came over me. It was crazy how small things can fill my heart.
"Cute." I mumbled. I was about to step forward when I saw a woman come into view. Tsu'tey's smile disappeared as he turned towards her. I couldn't see his face anymore.
I couldn't hear them but I could tell by the woman's body language and facial expression that she was flirting. I watched silently as she got more and more friendly. Tsu'tey didn't seem to react much. I felt my heart constrict at the sight. When she stepped in even closer, I immediately turned away when she went to wrap her arms around him.
"Nope, nope, nope." I walk back down the path a bit. I took a big breath to calm myself down. "You don't know what was going on. It could be nothing. Don't jump to conclusions." I talked myself down while clutching the bag to my chest. Once calmed down, I slowly walk back up and towards the hut. To avoid seeing them like that again, I call out Tsu'tey's name.
"In here. Come in, eylan." He answered before I heard him quietly speak to the woman. I heard something along the lines of 'you need to go.' I walked in and the woman walked past me in a huff. "How can I help you, eylan?" He looked up at the time.
"I have the things from Ninat you asked for." I took the bag off my shoulder. He reached out and took it from me, his hand brushing over mine.
"Thank you." He smiled and turned to set the bag aside. "I didn't see you at the meeting. Was something wrong?"
"No I was just getting back from an evening flight and Mo’at asked for help then Ninat caught me."
"Oh, very well. I'm glad there wasn't anything wrong." He said sincerely. I nod and look away from him. I kept seeing the other woman hanging off him. "Is something the matter?"
"No, I'm just hungry."
"Oh, well." He grabbed the bag. "Let us head to dinner."
"Okay."
After that evening, I sorta avoided Tsu'tey. I had started to notice the woman around him more. I decided to keep my distance. The things I normally help Tsu'tey with, I made excuses to not do. Everytime I could see the confusion on his face but he never said anything. But Neytiri did.
"Why?" She said out of the blue as she and Jake sat down next to me.
"Hmm?" I looked up at her. "Why what?"
"Why are you avoiding Tsu'tey?" Jake asked.
"M’not avoiding him. I've just been busy and can't help him like I normally do."
"Uh huh. Yeah." Jake said almost sarcastically. The looks they were both giving me told me they didn't believe me. I signed and looked back at my snack. I spaced out a little until Jake snapped to get my attention.
"It's really nothing guys. I swear." I got up. I brushed off my lap. "Don't worry about it." I walked away. I didn't mention that I had noticed Tsu'tey nearby.
I groaned as I walked towards Tsutey's hut. Mo’at had asked me to go ask him to come see her. She couldn't go see him herself because she was extremely busy. I couldn't say no to her and I had a feeling Jake or Neytiri had something to do with this.
"Sneaky little shits." I mumbled as I climbed up the tree to his home. I made it up and stepped in. Normally Tsu'tey never has anyone in his home. This time I was wrong. I gasped when I saw the woman wrapped Tsu'tey. He was backed up against the wall with his hands on her waist. Both of their eyes shot towards me.
"Y/N..." Tsu’tey's face twisted as he pushed her away. "Please listen. I..." I didn't let him finish before running out. I jumped and climbed down from the tree. I took off running in a random direction. I could feel my heart break as I ran.
Tsu'tey was following. and calling for me to stop. I didn't listen, I couldn't. If there was one thing I was grateful for Neytiri teaching me at this moment, it was how to run and disappear into the trees. I could hear him getting closer and I moved faster. Silently, I slip behind a boulder near a cliff edge and stay still.
"Y/N!" Tsu'tey came into the clearing and slowed to a stop. I could hear him turn in circles, looking around for me. "Y/N! Please! If you can hear me, it wasn't what you think. That woman does not mean anything to my heart."
"hmm?" I made a small sound of confusion before covering my mouth.
"I don't have any feelings for her! What you saw in my home, I did not return. She has no respect for boundaries no matter how many times I have refused her advances. My heart only and ever will belong... to you." He said quietly but I could hear it. If this were a human male, I would call bullshit. But with Navi men, most don't believe in playing around.
"Tsu'tey..." My heart told me to go to him but my head was too overwhelmed, too confused.
"Ga!" He yelled in frustration. I heard the sound of flesh against a tree so I assumed he had hit one. Too overwhelmed and still in doubt by the whole thing, I stepped back to sneak away. I didn't get too far before I felt the ground give way under my feet.
"Ah!" I screamed as I fell. I tried to grab onto something but came up with nothing.
"Y/N!" Tsutey's panicked voice was the last thing I heard before pain exploded in my body before I was knocked out.
3rd POV
Tsu'tey ran over to the cliff and saw Y/N unconscious at the bottom. He let out a cry before descending down to then. With shaky hands he checked them over to assess the situation. When Y/N didn't look in danger of fatality, he relaxed a bit. He closed his eyes and took a centering breaker.
"Oh Eywa..." He muttered before carefully picking them up. Before anything else, he ran for Mo’at's hut. "Mo’at!"
"Dear Eywa!" She jumped and nearly dropped the bowl of oitment she was holding, spooked. She looked at him annoyed before seeing Y/N in their state. She motioned to a mat. "Lay them down."
"Yes." He quickly and gently laid them down. Mo’at immediately began attending to them. "A cliff gave way under her feet."
"I see." She nodded. She worked quickly and efficiently. Tsu'tey sat on the side, never leaving and never looking away. He kept vigilance over Y/N even after Mo’at had finished and stepped out.
Y/N's POV
The feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair woke me up. I groaned softly and their fingers paused for only a minute before continuing. I opened my eyes and looked up at the blurry figure above me. When my vision cleared, I realized it was Neytiri and my head was in her lap.
"Neytiri..." I sighed. "What happened?"
"A cliff's edge gave way under your feet." She explained. "Tsu'tey found and brought you to my Mother immediately."
"Oh, Okay. Yeah, I remember that now." I muttered as the ache in my body made itself known.
"You know... He hasn't left your side since." I looked up at her confused. She motioned to the side with her head. I looked and saw Tsu'tey asleep against the wall next to me.
"Oh..." I felt my heart swell.
"There is nothing between them, eylan." I looked up at her. "Tsu'tey and Lulon."
"There isn't? Nothing at all?" I sat up too quickly. She steadied me.
"No. Much to her displeasure." I gave her a questioning look and she chuckled softly. "Lulon has been trying to pursue Tsu'tey ever since they both were able to take mates. She was relentless with it, even though Tsu'tey did not return her advances. She tried even when he was to be mated with Sylwanin and then myself. She didn't care nor listen to reason. She only halted her advances when the fight with the sky people got worse."
"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded. "She's a bitch."
"I have to agree." She laughed. "Tsu'tey was always cordeil in his denial of her. I think she thought she had a chance now since he was not promised to anyone. What she didn't count on was his heart already belonging to someone else." She smirked before getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"To get Mother. So she can check to make sure you are alright now that you're awake." I nodded and she left. I turned to look at the sleeping Tsu'tey. He must have been exhausted if Neytiri and mine's talking didn't wake him up. I admired him, my head falling to the side like a puppy’s.
"What am I going to do with you?" I whispered as I moved a braid out of his face. I giggled as his nose scrunched but he didn’t wake. It faded away when I noticed his bruised and bloody hand. From the looks of it, that's the hand he hit the tree with before I fell. I scooted closer and gently shook him. I softly called his name, trying to wake him up.
"Hmph." He jolted awake, hand coming up to grab my wrist. He blinked a few times before he seemed to fully come to.
"Hey there sleepy head." I giggled softly. He became alert immediately, grabbing me gently by the arms.
"Y/N! Are you alright? Are you in pain? I'll go get Mo’at. I'll..."
"Hey, hey. Calm down." I interrupted his rambling, setting my hands on his chest. "I'm fine. I do have some aches. Neytiri already left to get Mo’at."
"Neytiri?"
"Yes. She was in here sitting with me while you slept." He relaxed.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Only a short bit. Long enough for Neytiri to tell me about Lulon and her actions." He sighed and let his head fall back.
"I see." He nodded before swallowing a little hard and licking his bottom lip. I looked at him confused.
"What is it, Tsu'tey?"
"Did you hear me? Yesterday? Before you fell." He asked almost nervously as his eyes met mine. I smiled and cupped his cheek.
"Yes. I did." He looked down. I can see the curiosity and nervousness swimming in his eyes even as he wasn’t looking directly at me. "And my response is that I feel the same. My heart only belongs to you."
"Y/N." The rare, energetic smile I love came across his face as he looked up at me. He gathered me in his arms and hugged me right. I giggled and hugged him back. "Oh, yawne. You've made me the happiest man alive. You will not regret this I promise."
"I know. I know I made the right choice in my mate." I placed my hand over his heart. "I see you, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan. " He set his hand over mine and set his forehead against mine.
"And I see you, Y/N L/N." We sat in each other's embrace for a little bit before a small knock filled the air. We both looked to see Mo’at in the opening to the hut with a small smile.
"I hope I am not interpreting."
"No. Come in. This is your space after all." Tsu'tey waved her in. She came in and I pulled away reluctantly to let her check me over. It was quiet for the moment. She deemed me okay and to take it easy. I nodded and she asked, "So, do I need to begin Tsahik training?"
"Oh um..." I blushed and looked at Tsu'tey for help.
"In time, Mo’at. For now, let us spend time together and become One. There is time for that later. I know from personal experience that Y/N is a quick study." He took my hand and kissed my palm. I could see Mo’at hiding a smile in my peripheral vision.
"Of course." She finished up before looking at us. "I am happy for you both.Truly. Eywa has blessed you both."
"Thank you Mo'at." I said before giving the seeing gesture. She returned before giving Tsu'tey a hard look.
"Now sit. Let me see that hand of yours you refuse to let me look at in all your worrying." She pointed at the mat. I giggled as his ears fell back like a scolded child. He gave me a half hearted pointed Look and I covered my mouth still giggling.
"Yes Tsahik." He moved over and gave her his injured hand. I moved to sit on my knees behind him. I kissed his shoulder before setting my chin there, resting my body against his back and loosely Wrapping an arm around him. He froze up for only a second before relaxing into me, holding his free arm over mine.
"They're cute." I heard a muffled Jake say from somewhere outside.
"Jake!" Neytiri hissing and a loud smack followed. I chuckled and Mo’at rolled her eyes.
"Just like children ..." She muttered.
"Hey! I heard that!"
"Jake!" Another smack sound.
"Ow! Damn!" Jake fell into the doorway of the hut. I saw him glare at someone who I suspected was Neytiri before looking at us. He smiled sheepishly with a little wave. "Hiya."
"Skxawng" Tsu'tey muttered before turning to nose at my cheek. I smiled wrapped my other arm around his shoulders.
"I was rooting for you two from the very beginning." He sat up before moving onto a knee.
"Jake..." I chuckled and shook my head. He smiled cheekily before he was grabbed by his kuru. I saw Neytiri lean into view and smile.
"Congratulations." She bowed her head with an I see you before pulling on Jake's kuru.
"GA! Okay okay. I'm coming." Jake flailed a bit as she pulled him back. He stumbled to his feet and disappeared from sight. I heard Mo’at grumble.
“Just like a child.” She shook her head as she finished Tsu’tey’s hand. She stood up and grabbed a leaf wrap to cover the wounds. “There you are. Now let it heal before doing anything too stressful on that hand. I trust you can keep him in check, Y/N.”
“Of course Tsahik.” I stood up and so did Tsu’tey. Bidding goodbye to Mo’at, we walked out of the marui. We walked through the trees in silence. Tsu’tey reached out and set his hand on my hip, pulling me closer to him.
“Yawne. I cannot express how happy you’ve made me feel.”
“I think I know a way.” I said while stopping. He stopped and turned to look at me. He gave me a questioning look as I felt his hand spread out on my hip.
“How Yawne?” He asked.
“Like this.” I reached up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He froze up for a second before kissing me back. His arms wrapped around me. One around my waist while the other wrapped around my mid-back and he reached up to cup the back of my head as the kiss deepened.
“I see what you mean, Yawne.” He says as he pulls back. We were both panting slightly. He ducked down to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss and deepened the kiss. Tsu’tey pushed me back a little and I felt the bark of a tree against my back. We made out for a few minutes against the tree until an exaggerated gasp interrupted us. We both pulled away to see Lulon standing there.
“What is this?!” She nearly screeched.
“This is a kiss between lovers. I am aware that the concept of lovers is foreign to you but I would appreciate it if you stop bothering Tsu’tey with your obsessive crush. He has let you down nicely so I am here to tell you bluntly. He does not feel the same nor has he ever felt the same.” I said. She looked at me offended while I could feel Tsu’tey looking at me in surprise.
“I cannot believe…” She started.
“Believe it. If you bother my future mate again, we will have problems. You should have respected it when you Ole’eyktan when he turned you down.” I said. She paled a little and looked between us. She nodded and quickly disappeared into the trees.
“Future mate?” I blushed heavily at the suggestive tone of Tsu’tey’s voice. I turned and hit his chest.
“Shut up.” I muttered. He laughed wholeheartedly and I admired the rare sight. He slowly stopped and smiled down at me.
“Well as your future mate, I appreciate getting Lulon to leave me alone…finally. Do you know how long I have tried to deter her? She doesn’t know boundaries.” He began to rant. I watched, chucking a bit. He paused when he heard me chuckle.
“Jake has rubbed off on you a little bit.” I said. His nose scrunched up a bit with disgust before his shoulders dropped.
“Maybe a small amount.” He said. I smiled and grabbed his hand.
“Come on. I think we both need some more rest.”
“I agree.” He pulls me along a trail. We walked for a while before he guided me to a secluded small pond. On the side of the pond was mat and some baskets. “This is a spot where I come to be alone or clear my head. I want to share this spot with you.”
“Thank you, Tsu’tey.” He went over and sat on the mat, beckoning me over. I go over and sit next to him. I feel his tail wrap around my hips and he lays down.
“Come, lay down.” He gently urges.
“The tough warrior, acting so gentle right now.” I tease before laying down and settling down next to him. He shook his hand before he took my hand and let out a breath of content.
“Let Ewya bless us with a wonderous life.” He said softly before kissing my hand. The sounds of the wildlife and gentle breeze around us seemed to promise just that.
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Smosh Masterlist
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: embarrassing teenage crush on your brothers best friend???
Today was a big day! Well, in your mind it was. And probably Spencer’s, but he had it easy. He’d be offscreen watching while you played Two Truths and a Lie with Courtney. The both of you had been dating for a few months now, and while your coworkers knew, the fans could only continue to speculate as they always did.
The two of you had been trying to figure out a fun way to go public with your relationship. You didn’t mind if they knew, they had been guessing the two of you were dating long before you ever even got together.
So. Two Truths and A Lie. You guys were set to film it as the last part of the day, and while you, Courtney, and Angela, along with the rest of the crew were present, two members of your peanut gallery were still missing.
So you were all waiting on set for Ian and Anthony.
“You ready, my guy?” Courtney asked you, smiling.
You nodded. “I’m ready to absolutely dominate this.”
“Oh-ho! Hear that!” Courtney called over to Ian and Anthony who had just walked on set. “She’s got this.”
You laughed at your brother. The two of you had always been together, close knit, and you were beyond grateful for his support.
And then there was Spencer. Your boyfriend since your birthday a few months ago, who called you pretty girl because he knew it got you flustered. Who had taken every step of the relationship at a pace that you set. Who had told you he loved you on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
You smiled.
Y’all got into position, glancing over at Spencer who was seated offscreen.
“Alrighty, Smiles,” Anthony said, “you’re gonna give yourself away before we even start filming.”
“Lock it up!” Angela yelled and you all laughed.
You looked away from your boyfriend and took a deep breath, focusing your attention on Courtney as Kiana gave you your cue.
Courtney hadn’t gone easy on you. You hadn’t gotten any of hers correct so far, and she had gotten each of yours correctly, but you knew that your last one would get her.
While you and Spencer had been trying to decide on your truths earlier in the week, you had both come to the realization that the “relationship reveal” had to not be so obvious. Which had lead you to digging deep into an old journal from middle school, and thus providing the perfect truth. When you had told Spencer, he had agreed that it was perfect, and had given you a perfect lie to go alongside it.
You smirked at Courtney, hearing an ‘oh shit’ from Angela at the sight of it.
“Final question, sweet Courtney.”
Courtney laughed, her eyebrows going up and hand reaching to cover her mouth at your antics. She cleared her throat and refocused. “I’m ready.”
“Suuuure you are.” You said slowly before continuing. “I had a crush on Anthony until I was 17.”
Jaws dropped and you heard Angela again.
“No way, no way, no way!”
You pursed your lips to keep from laughing. Ian’s eyes were bugging out of his head and Courtney and Anthony were picking their jaws up off the floor.
You didn’t look at Spencer, knowing the moment you did that you would break. He was the only other person who knew that one. So you continued onwards.
“I have never eaten sushi.”
Final one.
“I have been dating a member of the Smosh crew for the past four months.”
Courtney gave a loud laugh of shock. “Okay. Coming out swinging, my guy!” She went quiet for a moment as she thought. “Anthony, really?”
“Yeah, Anthony, really?” Ian leaned towards you, resting his chin on his fist, waiting for an explanation as he had never heard that before today.
“Yuuuup.” You gave a look towards the camera, purposefully making your smile seem awkward.
You quickly explained how you had completely forgotten about it until you had been digging through old diaries, and that, obviously, whatever infatuation you had once had was loooong gone.
“You’ve never eaten sushi and you’re dating someone on the crew.” Courtney smiled, “Why did I think you’d make this easy.”
“Because it’s me, Court. When have I ever not thrown a monkey wrench of sorts into a game.” You said, your pent up laughter finally escaping.
“Okay, okay. I’ve got it.” Courtney took a dramatic pause. “I’m just gonna say that you never had a crush on Anthony. That one’s just too wild for me, dude. Lockin’ it in!”
A mischievous smile took over your features as you lifted your water shooter and opened fire.
“I have only eaten sushi once! It made me horribly sick, never again.” You announced, grinning over at Spencer. “And I have been in a very happy relationship for the past several months.”
“Did you know about this?” Anthony teased Ian, who sat beside him absolutely flabbergasted. You had told Anthony your plan in private, not wanting to make him feel awkward with the sudden information. He had reassured you that it was alright, after all, being young is weird.
“About having a crush on you or dating Spencer?”
You finally looked over at Spencer, mirroring his mirthful smile at the chaos.
“I mean, we all knew about Spencer, I’m just. I didn’t see that one coming.” Ian admitted.
You and Courtney laughed happily at Ian’s befuddlement.
“Like I said though. Anthony’s just some extra annoying older brother I’m stuck with now.” You reminded him. “It’s like having a friend who didn’t become a sibling until recently.”
Which was true. You hadn’t started viewing Anthony as a second brother until him and Ian had started hanging out again. While your adolescent infatuation had been, quite frankly, ridiculous, you were grateful for what you had now.
“Hey, Spence! Come over here!” Angela said suddenly.
“Ooooooh, yeah!” Ian said, teasingly. “Get Mr. Boyfriend in here.”
Spencer, still smiling, walked on set almost bashfully, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders.
“Alrighty, everybody. That’s the end of the video! We’ve got two more for you to watch, if you want to! Be sure to like and subscribe and then go have fun on Reddit losing your minds over these absolute truth bombs!” Courtney outroed. “And, as always! Thanks for watching!”
“Now kiss.” Tommy’s voice came without warning from amongst the assembled crew. The camera swiveled to catch him grinning before it swiveled back to face the set.
You felt Spencer’s lips meet your cheek suddenly and your face warmed all the way to the tips of your ears.
“Awwww,”Courtney cooed at the two of you and your face only felt hotter.
Angela laughed. “Everyone say, ‘Thank you, Tommy’ in the comments!”
“I give the people what they want!” The camera flashed back to your tall coworker who only gave a rendition of the Miss America wave. “Bye, bye now!”
And it was done. All that was left was for it to be edited and sent out into the world.
As you reached up to grab Spencer’s hand with your own, turning to smile up at him.
You couldn’t wait for whatever was next.
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Early Morning
Carmy Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader
Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader
30 Day Fic Challenge
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: This little universe of slice of life stories is my favorite, and i'm so glad so many of you have been enjoying it. <3
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content.
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You grabbed the pack of cigarettes from Richie’s jacket that was tossed across your kitchen island and stepped through the window that led to your fire escape. It was early, the sun just starting to rise creating golden hues across Chicago on this beautiful Friday morning. In your hand besides the cigarettes was a large blanket from your couch, just because the sun was out didn’t mean the Chicago air was forgiving.
Sitting on your firescape with a cigarette wrapped in your blanket was something you found yourself doing often since all the issues with your dad began popping back up again. It offered you peace, an escape from reality almost. Inside, although just as quiet and peaceful most times, you felt trapped. Stepping outside felt freeing, like the air was easier to breath and your thoughts were easier to fade away in the wind.
You took the time to watch the hustle and bustle of the streets in the morning, people going to work, the people coming home from their night shifts, those coming home from other night time activities, the construction workers start their work, and everyone in between.
Where your apartment sat, you were able to see so much of the Chicago streets, below you sat some of your favorite bakeries and delis. If you looked far enough, you could see the street sign where your job was located, but where your eyes sat now was on the small corner that was about 8 blocks away where The Beef, or what was formerly known as The Beef sat.
It was then, as your gaze passed it that you saw someone in a white t-shirt pacing back and forth on the sidewalk next to the restaurant. Your face fell to a frown and you smirked a little before pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling the person who was pacing, Carmy.
You saw him look at the phone, but you were too far to really see his expression. It was that moment that you realized there was a high chance he didn’t answer and you’d see it happen right in front of you. With how things had been going lately between you, it was a real possibility he wouldn’t answer and come up with some excuse, that you would know was just a blatant lie.
But all of those thoughts went to the wayside when you heard his voice and saw him still pacing with the phone to his ear.
“Why are you up?” Was the first thing out of his mouth when he answered.
“Why are you up?” You said the same thing back to him.
“My head’s too busy I just needed to get out.” You saw him bring his hand up behind his head to run his fingers through his hair.
“Yea, same.” You laughed, it was always so hilarious to you how similar the two of you were despite being so different. “Why are you at the restaurant?”
“There’s just a million things to do and I gotta meet the fire suppression guy at 9.” He answered you, still pacing until he suddenly stopped, realizing he hadn’t mentioned being at the restaurant. You saw his head raise, and he immediately turned around and began searching in the sky. “Are you?” His eyes were trying to find your building. “Are you fucking watching me, creep?” The smile on his face wasn’t clear to you visually but you could hear it in his voice. You raised your hand and waved which he did back and laughed in the phone. “What are you doing?”
“I just needed some air.” You shrugged and lowered your hand back down.
“What’s on your mind?” He was still looking up at you.
“What’s not.” You laughed and shook your head.
“Do uh, you remember when we were kids, like I don’t know fifth grade of some shit. And it was like the day of the science fair, we were waiting for your dad to pick us up and you had this huge volcano or something in your hands.”
“Yea it was Vesuvius.” You remembered it clearly.
“You kept talking about it as we sat there and I just was staring at the group of kids who were obviously about to come over and be fuckin’ assholes, right.”
You laughed, remembering how oblivious you were to it all. “They came over and slapped my project out of my hands.”
“And I just sat there.” Carmy’s voice got stressed. “I feel like I’m always just sitting by watching shit happen.”
“You actually saved it.” You corrected him. “When it got tossed to the ground it, it started to explode again and you put dish soap on it to stop it.”
“Where the fuck did I get dish soap?” He scratched his head trying to think.
“Your science project about germs.”
“I don’t remember that.” He laughed a little.
“Of course you don’t, you remember feeling out of control, you always remember feeling out of control.” You said it so obvious.
“I remember Mikey being the one to pick us up and scaring the piss out of those kids.”
You wanted to point out that that was another moment where he felt out of control but you dropped it and continued with your version of the memory.
“That was the night Mikey told me I wasn’t going home for a bit, because he found my dad passed out in the bathroom at whatever fuckin’ dive bar, but he told me he was away on business.”
“You, uh, talk to your dad lately?”
That was a weighted question and you felt the anxiety manifest itself as bile in your throat.
“You wanna talk about lack of control.” You brushed off the comment with a light laugh. “Let’s talk about what we can control, what’s on the agenda today?”
Carmy laughed and shook his head. “Not really a qualifying topic.” He sniffled and adjusted his coat slightly before coming up with a new topic to talk to you about. “Oh, I uh, tried your coffee last night.”
That shocked you, not exactly sure how or when he would have done that. Your silence on the other end gave him the clue that must’ve been what you were thinking and he answered your internal questions.
“You uh, left some of the containers in the fridge, labeled, I was here late and went to grab a redbull when I saw them and thought—“
“Two birds, one stone.” You nodded, understanding.
“I mean I guess, but I really thought how I haven’t had a chance to try and you must be kind of moving ahead there, but I could give you my thoughts if you wanted?”
It was exactly what you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from giving him shit about it.
“Well if it isn’t going to take you away from your busy morning pacing up and down the sidewalk.”
Carmy laughed and took the phone away from his ear, starting to scroll around and pull up his notes app before bringing the phone up to his ear again.
“I just sent it to you.” He was staring back up at your building.
You did the same thing as him, but putting him on speaker as you went to your messages. Quickly you breezed through his notes, clocking the positive comments along with the few ideas he had as well.
“You know these weren’t fresh, some of these are better fresh.” You said still reading through the list.
“Read my… third to last note.” Carmy thought of where the comment he remembered writing sat.
Blend #3, better in the fridge for 48h, assuming these have been here for 24, so double it, it’s getting richer.
The rest brew fresh. You can taste the stale flavor slightly right now if you know to look for it.
“Which one’s your favorite?” You finished reading through his comments and brought the phone back up to your ear. “You didn’t write down your favorite.”
“1.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, he knew it off the top of his head.
“The Chicago Blend.” You nodded with a smile knowing it was the signature one.
“That’s good, play on the windy city right? Cause of it’s airy-ness?”
You smiled from ear to ear and nodded. “Exactly that.”
“So you got a name for the brand at all?” He was moving to lean against the building now, taking out a cigarette of his own.
“Uh, yea, you actually gave me some inspiration around it the other day, I think I’m gonna call it Best Blends or something.”
“I gave you inspo?” Carmy laughed but it was followed by a serious tone. “I like it, like–like the flavors compliment each other.” His voice had a little hesitancy in it.
“You hate it.” You let out a laugh and covered your eyes with your free hand.
“No–no I don’t hate it.” He said also laughing a little bit, you could see him running his hand through his curls when you looked back up.
“It’s corny.” You were nodding, your hand covering your mouth now waiting for his response.
“No–no it’s not corny.”
You cut him off quickly. “It’s corny, Carmy, I know you, I can tell you hate it.”
“It’s–it’s…” He trailed off for a minute before hearing your laugh on the other side and agreeing. “Okay yea, it’s–it’s a little corny, but I don’t hate it.”
“I just got swept up in the nostalgia of it all and tried to make it punny.” You were still laughing. “I told people this name, how embarrassing.”
“I think it’s reparable.” He was still laughing slightly.
“Reparable, huh?” You brought your legs to your chest and you thought for a minute. “I’m coming up blank.”
“What if you drop best?” He said already having the answer.
“Blends?” You frowned, thinking about it.
“The Blend.” Carmy shrugged.
“Sounds like a band name.” You didn’t laugh this time, because you kind of liked the sound of it.
“Band names aren’t corny.” He said it like he was trying to prove a point.
“No, they aren’t.” You nodded. “The Blend.” You said it in a whisper, your way of settling into it. “Sounds like The Bear.” You wanted to mention the similarity of it all.
“Guess I got a type.” He laughed slightly.
Before the conversation with the name could continue, you felt something warm next to your shoulder and turned to see a coffee mug. You followed the arm up to see who was holding it and saw a sleepy Richie holding it out for you. A smile grew on your face and as you went to grab it you heard Carmy on the other end.
“Who is that? Is that Richie?”
“No, it's Leonardo DiCaprio. Yes it’s Richie.” You teased.
“Alright, look, it’s still weird, alright.” He lifted his hand up in innocence.
Normally Richie would have had something smart to say but all he did was lift his hand up and give Carmy the finger before leaning down and placing a kiss on your head.
“Oh yea, real nice, okay, even nicer.” Carmy turned around when he saw Richie lean down to leave a kiss on your head.
“Thanks for the coffee, there’s a day-old breakfast sandwich in the fridge with your name on it.” You looked up at Richie who just grunted in acknowledgement and stepped back out the window.
There was silence on the phone while Carmy worked through his awkwardness and you took a few sips of the coffee.
“Hey, uh, are you happy?” Carmy was clearly still working through the awkwardness.
You looked through the window to see Richie falling asleep at the table, you knew he was tired because he was up all night with you watching funny clips of Family Feud because he knew how much it made you laugh.
“Yea, Carm, I am.” You were smiling from ear to ear.
He didn’t respond verbally, but he did nod and that’s when you looked back at him and realized what he was asking.
“I know it probably kills you to hear it, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.”
“Doesn’t kill me, shocks me a little, grosses me out for sure, you’re like my sister, you know. But after everything–” He stopped talking like it was hard for him to even think about what happened. “After everything you’ve been through, I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy.”
“You deserve that too, Carm.” You fell back into the side of your apartment as you said it.
“Yea, well, thanks for making my morning not completely suck.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Anytime, you are now free to go back to pacing the sidewalk and panicking about your to-do list. But when you’re done, text me like 5 things on the list that you want to delegate to me and Richie and we’ll take it off your hands.”
“I think that might send me back into my panic.” He joked and shook his head. “No, yea, I’ll – I’ll do that.”
“You better. Alright, love you, talk to you later.”
“Yea, l–, me too.” It was a struggle to come out of his mouth, but you appreciated it even more because of that.
You hung up the phone and stood up before lifting your own hand up to give him the finger which he happily reciprocated. As you crawled back into your apartment, you placed the blanket over Richie which caused him to wake up.
“What time is it?” He asked, wiping his eyes.
“7:13.” Your hand was opening the fridge so you could grab the breakfast sandwich for him.
“Shit, I gotta go.” With one more wipe of his eyes, he was standing up, coffee mug in hand.
“You're dropping off Eva today?” You asked him, moving towards the door.
“Yea, this week I got switched around to Friday. Tiff had a work thing.” Richie was suddenly feeling off and began fiddling with his jacket.
“You know you don’t have to explain your kid stuff to me, I just was asking because I’d come for the ride with you if you wanted.” A shrug left your shoulders and you held the sandwich out to him.
He stared at you with a slight smile before leaning over and grabbing your coat from the rack. “You hold the sandwich, let’s go.” He was tossing your coat over your shoulders and then swinging his keys around his finger as you both made your way to the elevator in your building.
The car ride wasn���t exactly peaceful, between Richie’s complaints against traffic which were anything but subtle, the beeps and business of the streets on the way to get Eva, and then the blast of Taylor Swift through the speakers as you made your way to the school.
“Favorite album?” You turned around, Richie’s cold breakfast sandwich in your hand with a huge bite, or five, taken out of it from yourself and turned to look at the little girl in the backseat.
“Speak Now. Taylor’s Version.” She said it so firmly.
“Oh TV all the way, girl.” You held out the sandwich for her to take a bite.
“Dad never shares his breakfast sandwiches.” She smirked and grabbed the biscuit from your hand.
Your gaze turned to Richie with a frown, not expecting him to be the granola type of father.
“It’s because your mom likes to give you fruit and sh–stuff, for a balanced breakfast.” He looked in the rearview mirror.
You looked at Richie, your eyes a little wide since she was two bites into the thing already and he just scrunched his face up and shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s half eaten already. Not by me, I might add.”
“I’ll buy you a new one, you told me to hold onto it, I got hungry, okay?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the girl in the back seat.
“What’s on the agenda at school today, kiddo?”
“Math, which isn’t my favorite.” She used her hand to wipe her hair back and got biscuit flakes caught in the strands of her hair.
“I don’t know many people where math is their favorite. It’s definitely not my favorite.” You leaned over and picked them out of her hair, using the opportunity to make her laugh by blowing on her face to make the flakes shift from her hair to the floor of the car.
Her laugh was contagious, you were giggling and Richie was chuckling as well just from hearing it.
“My dad says you like coffee.” She was handing back the sandwich to you.
“I do.” You nodded, “that’s super nice of you to remember.”
“My dad remembered, he’s the one who told me.” She pointed to him.
“Yea, well, your Dad is super nice, too.” With your right hand you squeezed Richie’s arm.
“He also says coffee makes you crazy.”
You let out a snort followed by a laugh. “I’m gonna need to hang out with you more, Eva.”
“I’d like that. We can listen to Taylor Swift.” She was kicking her feet from excitement.
“Alright kiddo, we’re at school.” Richie was putting the car in park and moving out of the car to grab her and get her on her way.
After Richie walked Eva to school and got back in the car, he raised his eyebrows and started fiddling with the keys dangling from the slot before turning the ignition.
“You know you’re really great with her.”
“She’s a great kid.” You said it like it’d be impossible not to be great with her because of that.
Richie was about to say something when you unknowingly cut him off, “Wow he actually sent me the list.” You were scrolling on your phone.
“The list?” Richie was confused as he began driving.
“Yea, I told him to send us stuff to do.” You weren’t fully paying attention to him and were locked into your phone reading the things on the list.
“I got stuff to do I'm going to work at that new place tomorrow, staging or whatever the fuck.” His hand was in the air.
“Oh that's tomorrow?” You turned to him, not realizing how fast it came up. “But that means we have today. We can divide and conquer.”
Richie let out an audible groan and slammed his head back against the headrest of the car as you pulled up to the red light. “If you’re gonna make me do this shit at least come with me, make it partially enjoyable.”
“Wow you like my company?” Your smile was growing and you looked at him, faking a shocked look and starting to tease him by poking him with your fingers.
“Alright, don't get all worked up over it.” He was embarrassed and let you push him teasingly.
“You like my company.” It was said so singsongy as you continued to poke him and shake him.
“Yea I do, and you're not bad to look at either, okay?” He swatted your hand lightly. “What’s on the list, cmon.”
It was your cue to stop the teasing, so as you fell back into your seat you looked at him and smiled, resting your head similarly to how he had his. For a few seconds the two of you stared at each other but not for long before the people behind you laid on the horn.
“Hey! I’m having a fuckin’ moment here, you jagoff, take a breather for fucks sake! The light’s been green for half a millisecond.”
You started to read the first thing on the list to Richie as he kept mouthing off to the guy in the car behind, taking the seconds in between yelling to tell you where he could pick up the first few things on the list, and where you’d be able to get the linens for a decent price.
All you could do is look at him, as he kept going on and on and just think back to what Carmy asked you earlier. It was funny how this moment of chaos fully described just how happy you were. Maybe that’s what the key to happiness was, finding it even in the chaos.
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