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greynatomy · 5 months

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take me or leave me

leah williamson x reader

obsessed with this song. my musical era is back.

anyone here watched rent? if you want a visual of how reader kinda acts while performing, click this link.

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You met Leah when she attended an awards show two years ago. You’d sat at the same table and got to talking. She asked for your number and the two of you would be texting and calling all the time.

Eventually, she asked you on a date, taking you to dinner at a secluded section in the restaurant. That night was a night that you could never forget. She let you talk about your career and passions while you did the same for her.

You were from two different worlds, being well known in your own ways, but understand each other, for the most part.

Two years in, and your relationship still strong. You did have some arguments here and there, that’s normal, but what you learned over the years was how jealous she could get. It was amazing to have someone love you so much that they don’t want anyone coming in between that, but sometimes her jealousy becomes too much, like today.

You invited her and some of her friends to a night out with some of your friends. Your two worlds colliding once more.

Being in a relationship with you, she knew how many people ‘desired’ you. You’ve been a public figure since you were a teen. You’ve had costars who’ve tried to date you, others who openly flirt with you and always reassure Leah that she’s the only one you want. She knows that. Doesn’t mean she has to like the way men and women throw themselves at you.

Today was another one of those days, except this time her jealousy seemed to have amplified. Your friends traveled all the way to London to visit you, Leah inviting some of her Arsenal teammates, meeting at a little karaoke club.

Just an hour of being here, Leah’s mood sours. She keeps seeing people coming up to you, some were fans and some who ‘wanted to get to know you’ and not in a friendly matter. It came to a point where she started to ignore you, staying by her friends.

You’ve had enough of it, so you thought of a way to grab her attention. You grabbed your friend Alex and walked up to the person in charge of the karaoke performances. Leaning down to his ear, you whisper your song choice, he gives you a smile and a thumbs up.

“Alright, alright!” He announces on the microphone getting everyone’s attention. “We’ve got some broadway royalty with us today! Here to perform a classic from hit musical Rent, Y/N Y/LN and Alexis Thomas.

That got Leah’s attention. She directs her eyes towards the stage where you and Alex stood, microphones in hand. Leah or her friends didn’t know this musical, none of them have ever been into broadway musicals so they didn’t know what to expect. You knew this would get her more jealous, but this is what she gets for ignoring you.

Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say "Baby" so sweet

Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me Boys, girls I can't help it, baby

You look to where Leah sat, shrugging your shoulders.

So be kind And don't lose your mind Just remember That I'm your baby

You point a finger towards her.

Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me Take me baby or leave me

You take your coat off, revealing an outfit that shows more skin than Leah would like. You walk over to where she sat, draping the coat over her shoulders.

A tiger in a cage Can never see the sun This diva needs her stage Baby, let's have fun!

You walk around to your girlfriend, pulling her chair back and sit sideways in her lap, arm draped over her shoulder.

You are the one I choose Folks would kill to fill your shoes You love the limelight too now, baby

You take the strap of your top, slowly dropping it from your shoulder, teasing her.

So be mine But don't waste my time Cryin', "Oh honeybear Are you still my, my, my baby?"

Leah’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me

You turn in her lap, now straddling her, the hand not holding the microphone grabs the back of her neck, yanking her face to yours, nose barely grazing.

No way, can I be what I'm not But hey, don't you want your girl hot? Don't fight, don't lose your head 'Cause every night, who's in your bed?

She tries to hold onto you as you climb out of her lap. You place a hand on her chest, pushing her back and give her a flying kiss, walking back to the stage.

Who, who's in your bed? Kiss, pookie

Alex starts her part. You’ve both sang this song together so many times that the routine is muscle memory.

It won't work, I look before I leap I love margins and discipline I make lists in my sleep Baby, what's my sin?

Never quit, I follow through I hate mess, but I love you What to do with my impromptu baby?

She starts stalking towards you as you back up, running a finger up your arm. She grabs at your face softly, bringing your face close to hers.

So be wise 'Cause this girl satisfies You've got a prize, so don't compromise You're one lucky baby

Leah squirms in her seat, not liking how you and your friend are touchy, steam practically blowing out of her ears. Her friends start to tease her, jealousy easily seen in her face.

As the songs finishes, Leah is quick off her seat, rushing towards you. She grabs your wrist, pulling you towards what you assume the restroom. You turn your head towards your friends and Leah’s teammates, giving them a wink.

Shutting the bathroom door, she pushes you against it, leaning down so you’re face to face.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You ask innocently.

“That’s little show you did there?”

“Oh, that.” You extend the ‘a’. “That’s just a little something me and Alex love to perform.”

“Was all the touching really necessary?”

“Yes.”

She looked at you shocked. “What d’you mean ‘yes.’”

“The only way I thought to get your attention after ignoring me all night.”

“People were all over you!”

“And what did the song say? Something like ‘Take me baby or leave me.’”

You give her a quick, but passionate kiss, pushing her away. Making sure to fix yourself it the mirror, you give her a wink, leaving a stunned Leah in the restroom.

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daceydeath · 24 days

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Pairing: Changbin x Reader Word Count: 0.7K Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, swearing, explicit content

This is a very late requested/inspired one for @thotracha inspired by this

Changbin can get a little jealous over things you don't even notice.

You thought visiting him would be exactly that, just a visit. You would sit in their designated room surrounded by the other guys laughing, probably eating and surrounded by various staff. But this time it was distinctly different this time the air felt electric and his dark eyes pierced you the moment you entered the room.

"Hi baby" you smiled, head quirking slightly to silently ask him what was up.

"Bunny, you made it" he announced playfully the tone not at all matching his face. You weaved your way between the makeup artists and stylists to him only for him to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around you, his hands rougher with you than usual. Burring his head into your neck trying to maintain his usual behaviors he decided to let you in on his mood.

"Fuck, I need you bunny" he almost growled lowly against your skin "When were alone I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk". A shiver of anticipation crawled up your spine making you lick your lips.

You chatted and laughed as you waited for the point in time when you were finally alone with Changbin, his words having already lit a fire in you that you couldn't ignore fighting in your spot on his lap he occasionally changed your position to help hide the semi that you could feel pressed against your arse.

As soon as the staff were breaking for dinner Chan, conveniently, corralled the guys into also leaving, giving Changbin his time alone with you. Within moments he was practically ripping the fabric of your shirt to get it off your body, fueled by whatever insatiable lust he had been trying to hide from the others, making you yelp at the force he was using.

"Binnie you're going to tear them" you protested quietly his lips trying to silence your own as he tore your underwear almost in half in his haste.

"I'll buy you more bunny" he grunted, placing you on your knees on the couch and swiping the head of his thick cock through your wetness, coating himself enough to start pressing himself inside you. You keened at the sensation wiggling slightly to pull away from him not prepped enough to take his length yet

"nuh huh bunny you can take it" he moaned continuing to bottom out inside your velvet walls.

"Fuck Changbin ah ah... I can't....ah too much" you gasped, his thrusts were hard enough to knock the air from your lungs, his thick cock making you feel like you were being split in two but no longer trying to move away from him.

"Shit... so fucking tight bunny" he grunted "So good to me bunny, so fucking good letting me fuck you like this".

"Changbin" you whined, one of his hands moving to start circling your clit groaning as he felt a wave of your juices soak his cock dripping from you onto his thighs.

"Fuck bunny your going to kill me" he groaned the sound of slick skin slapping against skin the only noise in the room other then your whines and his harsh breathing.

"Bin, I can't" you sobbed the pleasure overwhelming you as he just continued to punch into your velvet walls.

"You can bunny and you will" he ground out his fingers pinching you clit sharply making your walls begin to flutter around him "Fuck there you go bunny".

Ah...Ngh...Fuck you almost screamed as you came undone around him making him growl and reach his own peak you walls milking him dry. He slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel from his bag to clean you up enough to get you dressed again as you flopped bonelessly on the chair trying to regain your breath.

"What has gotten into you today" you finally croaked your voice hoarse.

"Too many idols looking at you" he smirked "Had to show them you're mine bunny".

"What?" you almost laughed "No one looks at me baby, only you". He smiled softly and kissed your temple.

A/N: Thank you for reading, all your comments, reblogs and likes are incredible. I have a special 2k follower story coming but I haven't finished it yet xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow, @mrsseals16, @fawnpeaks, @leeknowinggg, @uno7, @tanzen-ist-gold

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luveline · 6 months

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Hi! I remember a while ago you said zombie!au Steve might have a hobby of drawing? Would love to see some of that maybe w r as his muse:D

steve zombie!au fem. 1k

You return to the camp with your new best friend at your side. In matching coats, no less.

"Christ," Steve says, shaking his head in disgust.

He loves —loves— that you have a friend, someone who might care about you just as much as he does. You deserve to be loved, and cherished, and known for your worth. You're a human vestibule of sweetness and God knows it wasn't going to be long before someone else noticed.

But matching coats? "Alright, where's mine?" he asks.

"Didn't have your size, handsome," Eddie says, giving you a quick and purely amicable hug. "See you later."

He scampers off to who knows where and you sit down. You don't hide your happy smile, and Steve's glad for it even if it does make him jealous. "He's so nice," you say.

"No, he's not."

"He is. He's almost as nice as you. And he helped me find you something."

"After he outfitted my girlfriend in a couple's costume. I'm surprised he had the energy."

"You're so jealous," you say, your happy smile growing in size with the seconds.

"I'm actually making myself feel sick."

"I can wear a different coat if it–"

"Shut up! As long as you like me better, wear what you want." He shakes off his petty jealousy and takes your hand. For once, he's sitting on a towel rather than just grass or dirt, but his efforts to avoid extensive grass stainage mean nothing when your muddy shoe brushes his leg. "Nice. Thanks."

"Sorry, sorry," you murmur, swinging your backpack off of your shoulder and sighing as you bend into yourself. "Jeez, my back hurts." You breathe out, a low moan of sound that drags. He can feel your pain. (He can't, but he figures that he loves you so much you're now connected spiritually to one another.) "How come I keep going on these expeditions and you keep staying home?"

"I'm good with the kids."

"Mm. Maybe you'll come on the next one anyways? I miss you when I'm gone."

"I miss you too," he says. "More, I'd say."

You giggle. "Whatever, you always have to be better than me. Shut up! Shut up, I'm trying to give you the things I found for you."

Steve draws a zipper closed over his lips and flicks away the key. You get into these moods with each other sometimes, perhaps from having spent as much time together as you have, where a faked aggression rises between you. It's almost like you would've spoken at the start of the end of the world, when it was him and you alone, and Steve wasn't in the best of moods. The play fighting soon dies down as you open your bag; receiving gifts is always a pleasure.

"First, underwear."

"Thank you," he says, accepting the eight pack of boxers you offer like a man who's crawled the Sahara being given a glass of water. "So much."

"You're welcome. Socks, a shirt, a new belt, a brace for your knee." You dump it on the towel next to him one by one. Your bag must've been heavy carrying all this, and it keeps going. You've brought him soap, hair elastics, razor blades, chapstick. The community you belong to is heavy on sharing, but you're free to bring home whatever you like so long as you're willing to carry it unaided once you've contributed to the food drive. You've clearly crammed your bag full of stuff for him, unveiling only underwear and socks for yourself.

"You couldn't find any toothpaste?" he asks.

You toss a pack of cigarettes at him without force. "Sadly, no. But I think Robin can get us some with those, right?"

"I wanna smoke these so bad."

You laugh and shake your head, fondly disapproving. "You don't! We can just kiss more, alleviate your cravings."

"Weirdo."

You lean forward, putting your cold hand on his cheek to leverage him closer. "You knew this when you met me," you say, kissing his cheek.

Steve's good on the cravings front after that. He swears that when things are at their worst a kiss from you could keep him going. Your lips can ease the ache of an empty stomach and the shattering heat of his ever-sprained knee.

You pull away gently like you're worried you'll hurt him in your detangling. Honestly, you might. Steve imagines you leaving sometimes like his arm being torn off.

You reach back into the back for a parcel wrapped in a shirt for protection. The pencils and sketchbook you got Steve are long gone, lost with the rest of your possessions in the middle of a college campus on the Michigan border. Finding things like that is hard, and it hasn't been on Steve's mind.

Apparently, it's been on yours.

"These are nice ones, right? The pencils?" you ask, having unwrapped your parcel, a soft backed sketchbook and a small metal case of pencils in hand. "There's only twelve, but I even found a sharpener so you won't have to do it with your knife. Sorry there's no black, I know you like the darker details."

Steve flicks through the sketchbook without thinking, every page blank. It isn't very big either, but it's perfect for purpose.

He sets it aside with the pencils near all your new things and gets on his knees, tugging you in for a hug. "Thank you," he says, and he's said thank you a hundred times to you, but this one feels awkward, clumsy in his mouth.

"You're welcome. Just promise you'll draw me again."

"You're the only thing I want to draw." He kisses your cheek in emphasis. "You're the most beautiful thing everywhere we go."

"That's such a line," you say, sounding melted.

Easy, he thinks, turning your face to his for a kiss. Soft, as sweet as he can manage. With you, kisses start soft and end too rough, he can't help it. He remembers you're there and his to kiss and it drives him crazy.

It's a little easier to stop today. Steve is genuinely eager to draw again, and in a week or two there won't be a page in his book without your likeness, his muse.

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shelbgrey · 22 days

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I NEED some of those smutty/fluffy head cannons for that beautiful sexy hot cake of a man named Jackson, Plz Pookie!!!

Poison(Jackson Avery)

Paring: Jackson Avery x Sloan!Reader

Summary: ever since the hospital merge Jackson and y/n Sloan didn't get along and would often bit each heads off dispite the growing tension. Then one day they both snap in a unexpected way

Warrings: SMUT! Enemies to lovers Smut, unprotected sex, sorta hate sex.

A/n: I'll do you one better, Pookie, I'll give a whole damn story.

MasterList ML2

Jackson wasn't expecting to see her in the on-call room, but today wasn't his day. Deep down he didn't mean to scowl when he saw her, but after losing his patient, Mark and his mother being on his ass he just wasn't in the mood. He wasn't even in the mood to make a sind comment when he see saw her. He just rolled his eyes and sinp out a comment “Great, just what I needed!”

Jackson and y/n have been working together for a while now and they could never stand each other. Everyone could see that, but everyone(aside from Jackson and y/n) could see the sexual tension that grew stronger every day.

She looked up from the chart she was studying and roll her eyes and got up from the bed. Her day hadn't been the greatest either and she had a long day. She wasn't on the mood to deal with him. “don't worry I was just leaving” she frowned and grab her lab coat that was crumbled up on a chair.

He looked almost amused as he watches the fire grown in the eyes he secretly loved. “Seriously, why do you always have to be so difficult?” He walks towards her, his body language aggressive, but still controlled by his emotions.

She took a deep breath and walked around him. “Seriously, Avery I'm not in the mood”

“I can see that. What's got you all riled up?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he steps infront of her, blocking the exit of the on-call room.

“Don't patronize me, we all know you hate me... Just as much as I hate you” that wasn't true, she didn't hate him. But she wasn't about to get used or her heart broke by him.

He stops, looking down at her, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “Fine, let's play it your way. If you hate me so much, maybe we should just get it over with” He steps closer.

She immediately back up until my back hits the wall of the on-call room, her heart is pounding. “g-get what o-over with?” I stuttered.

He smirks, taking another step closer. “I think you know...” his beautiful eyes stared into her soul as stepped closer, leaving nothing more than an inch between them. “You always know how to push my buttons.” He leans both palms against the wall, trapping her between him and the hard surface.

Her breath hitches as she stared at him with doe eyes. “the feeling is mutual Avery” she said, trying to stand my ground. Jackson smirked, capturing her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “which part?”

Jackson chuckles the dryly and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. “oh, I do know... since we're both feeling it, we might as well do something about it.”

She suprised herself when she did't fight him, she stood still and watch him as her heart pounded against her chest “Avery...what are you doing?”

“His face is inches from hers as he leans in, his breath hot on herskin. “I'm taking what's mine.” he said roughly then he crashes his lips against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss.

Her breath hitched and her eyes widened at the unexpected contact. She pull away, staring into his beautiful eyes with determination. “you don't own me, I'm not yours to take”

He grabs her chin, forcing her gaze back to his. “Oh, but you are, and I plan to prove it.” He kisses her again, harder this time, his anger and jealousy fueling the intensity. Her lips smashed against his, it was fueled with all her frustration. The first moan of this whole situation fell passed her lips as she felt his tounge brush against her lips demanding entrance. Feeling brave she doesn't, closing her lips denying it entrance.

He groans against her lips, his hands traveled down her waist to her ass, gripping it hard. She gasped at his roughness, giving him the opportunity to slip his tounge passed her lips. Their tounges fought for dominance, but she let Jackson win. As he deepens the kiss. His anger and jealousy start to mix with desire.

Y/n gripped his scrub top in her fist and and pushed him towrds the bed in the on-call room with force. Jackson stumbles back slightly, hitting the bed. His heart is racing as he looks at her. “You really want this?” He asks, his voice rough from the kissing.

“Shut up” she said roughly and stratled his lap, slamming her lips to his for a rough kiss.

Taken completely by surprise, Jackson groans into the kiss. His hands roam down her sides to her ass, pulling her body flush against his. “You're going to regret this when we're done” Jackson murmurs against her lips.

“Probably” she whispered then nipped as his jaw as she pushed him flat on his back on the bed.

“Fuck” He groans, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands slided his large hands under your lab coat, gripping her hips. Y/n quickly tugged her lab coat off and drop on the floor, his breath hitched as he watched her grind her hips against his.

“Fuck, Jackson” she moaned his first name for the first as she grind her hips a little hared. She let a moan slip past her lips when his growing erection pressed against her core.

Jackson groans, arching into her. His hands roam down your his, cupping her ass through her scrubs. “Fuck, I want you” he growls, biting his lip.

Jackson sat up, keeping her trapped in his lap as his lips trail kisses down her jaw and neck. His hands move to the hem of her scrub top, tugging it over her head. “I've dreamed about this for so long.” He whispers, grabbing her hips to control her movements against him.

“M-me too” she accidentally admitted.

His fingers brush against her bra, tracing circles against her clothed nipple with his thumb. “Then stop fighting me” He growls, capturing her lips once more in a hungry kiss.

“What's the fun in that?” she asked breathlessly as her fingers play with his short hair.

He chuckles against her skin, the sound vibrating deliciously. His hands slide underneath her scrub bottoms, caressing her ass. “You're going to be the death of me, you know that?” He teases, his lips trailing down her callorbone to the top of her breasts.

She bit her bottom lips so didn't give him the satisfaction off hearing her moan. She huffed, tugging at his scrub top, wanting it off. Feeling the tug on his scrub top, Jackson smirks against the skin of her breasts before pulling back slightly. “Impatient, aren't we?” He teases, helping to remove his scrub top, revealing his toned torso.

She gulped when she saw his chest, her eyes traveled down his toned torso and bit her lip again, stopping a moan as her hands instinctively traveled down his chest.

“slower,” he sighs, loving her delicate touch. His lips trail kisses up your neck, stopping at your ear. “Take your time.” He whispers, his hips pressing against her's again.

Her finger traveled down his chest slowly till she found the drawl strings of his scrub pants. He groans, arching into her touch. He moans as he watches her hands undo the strings and slide the pants down, freeing his cock. “You're so fucking sexy,” he whispers.

“you're driving me crazy,” he growls, his hands trailing down her sides, pushing her pants along with her underwear off. He discarded them then slides off the bed, pulling his boxers off. He climbs back on top of her, his erection pressing against her slick core. “Tell me to stop”

She shook my head no as pulled him down for a kiss. “Good girl” He whisperes, kissing her deeply. His hips start to rock against her, making he moan. He slowly pushing into her tight heat. He kisses down her jaw and a crossed her collarbone, sucking lightly as he continues to thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, his eyes locked on hers. His thrusts become faster, harder, as he loses control. “You're mine,” he growls, biting her bottom lip.

She wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer against her. “s-so good” she moaned an incomplete sentence, too distracted by the way he feels against her.

“I'm going to make you scream my name” he warns, his eyes burning with lust. He picks up the pace, driving deeper into her wet heat. His body shudders with the effort to hold back as he feels her clenching around him.

“Harder, Jackson... Please” she moaned desperately.

“Fuck” he hisses, slamming into her over and over again. His mouth finds her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses as he loses control. He groans her name as he feels his impending release, his hips bucking wildly.

“jackson!” she screamed against his shoulder as she bucked he hips up, trying to meet his thrusts. He cries out as well, his entire body tenses, shooting his seed deep inside. He holds himself over her, panting. “Holy shit.” He groans out, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

A loud moan leaves her lips as his climax ignited hers. She held onto his shoulders, cumming all over his cock “J-Jackson” she panted as held on to him.

Jackson kisses her softly, his heart still racing. Slowly, he pulls out of her, leaving a trail of their mixed fluids on his member. “God damn it,” he mutters, clearly frustrated with himself.

She look at him with a confused when she saw his expression. He runs a hand over his short hair, trying to calm himself down. He climed off the bed and slipped his boxers on. “I'm sorry. That was... I shouldn't have-” He trails off, not really sure how to finish that sentence.

Her heart crumbled. “I knew it” she mumbled, shaking her head. She had let her guard down and it was like he's already trying to hurt her. Did he hate her that much? This this all just a joke to him?

He saw the pain in her eyes. “No, baby,” he says, pulling her into a tight hug. His heart aches at the thought of hurting her. He knows he's messed up before, but he never meant to make her feel this way. He holds her close, breathing in her sweet scent.

She pushed him away gently. “don't call me that” she mumbled and quickly put her scrubs back on.

His heart sinks when he felt her push him away. He wasn't handling this well. He watches her put her scrubs back on silently, trying to maintain some semblance of distance between the two of them. “Look,” he starts, taking a deep breath.

“No! you got what you wanted” she started as tears pricked her eyes. “you can go back to hating me... I'm glad you got your frustration out” she gritted her teeth as the sarcastic comment fell out.

Jackson's eyes widen at her response, shocked by the harshness in her tone. He didn't expect her to react this way. “I... I didn't mean it like that,” he says, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. “I'm just...”

She shook her head as a single tear fell down her cheek. “J-just stop... Please” she whispered, shaking her head. She refused to look at him.

The sight of her tears only serves to further torment Jackson. He hates knowing he's the cause of her pain. But he also can't seem to control his jealousy. “Fine,” he snapped, having too much pride to tell he how he truly felt.

“I'm gonna go” she croaked out and grabed her lab coat, leaving.

As she walk away broken hearted, Jackson watches her, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration, and guilt. He knows he needs to deal with his jealousy before it destroys everything, but right now, it's consuming him. “God dammit,”

She quickly wipe away her tears and walk down the hospital hallway, trying to keep it together. Jackson remains where y/n left him, his fists clenched at his sides. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. This isn't like him – he's usually the one offering support, not causing pain.

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Mark continued to talk, but Jackson wasn't processing any of it. He felt too terrible about how things ended with y/n, even worse he didn't know how to tell his best friend who just happened to be y/n big brother. Mark stopped and looked at him. “Avery, are you even listening?”

Jackson quickly looked up. “hm? Oh yeah... Burn unit right?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, he couldn't help but chuckled. “your way off... What's eatin' you?”

Jackson knew he'd be dead where he stands if he told mark the truth. “nothing”

Mark put his hand on Jackson's chest, stopping him in the middle hallway. “your distracted... What's going on with you?”

Jackson pushed his hand away and looked way, shaking his head. Mark caught sight of a red mark on his neck. Mark chuckled, grabbing Jackson's chin and turned his head to the side to see the hickey on his neck. “so you got laid and it ended badly, so what”

Jackson gulped and moved away from Mark. He felt terrible about y/n and what made things worse Mark ment alot to him. He pushed Mark away, but Mark wasn't done teasing. Mark grabed the collar of Jackson's Lab coat and pulled him back, his smile dropped when he saw the name on Jackson's lab coat wasn't his, but his little sister's. Jackson and y/n must have gotten their lab coats mixed up.

The color in Jackson's face drain as Mark let go of him. “you slept with y/n?” Mark said, his voice dropping. “my little sister”

“Mark I'm so-” Jackson was cut off by mark grabbing him by the collar of his scrubs and slamming him against the wall. Jackson was shaking and his heart pounded with regret. Mark raised his fist and Jackson flinched, but nothing happened.

“Mark, what the hell?” Derek asked, separating Mark from Jackson before he could get punched.

Mark ripped himself out of Derek's grasp. “the basterd screwed y/n”

Jackson was once again shoved against wall. This time he had Derek's arm against his throat. Y/n was just as much as Derek's sister as she was Mark's. “you what” Derek said through his teeth.

Jackson's regret tunred into rage, he shoved Derek off of him. “you don't think I regret hurting her?! She won't even talk to me now!”

“well fix it Avery! Before I knock your teeth out” Mark growled.

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Jackson finally got away from both Mark and Derek, he wanted to find y/n and explain everything and mend what he broke. He couldn't find her anywhere and knew knew she wouldn't awnser his pages. He was about to lose hope, but as he tunred the corner he ran right into her.

He stares at her for a moment before his expression softens. He sees the tears that she's trying so hard to hold back, and his heart aches for her but he can understand she was so angry. He slowly moves in front of her, putting his hand on her arm. “Please... can I talk to you for a minute?” He whispers, not wanting anyone to hear what he's going to say.

I have nothing to say... “she said softly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“y/n, please.” He gently brings her into one of the supply closets, locking the door behind him. He gently pushes her backwards, pauhing her back against the wall. Jackson leans his forehead against her's, holding her face in his hands. “y/n, I know I've hurt you, more than once. I know you probably don't want to hear what I have to say... but I need to say this.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as he pressed his forehead against her's “jackson...”

“I regret everything I've ever done to hurt you, the way I've treated you... I-I'm just...” he takes a deep breath. “I love you, I really, really do. I don't know how many times I've tried to tell myself that I'm not the man for you, I always believed you'd be better off without me, but god damn it” He leans down to gently holds her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting her face up so their eyes met. “when I see your beautiful face I get so... lost.”

The tears wouldn't stop, her heart pounded against her chest from his confession. Y/n looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth. She couldn't hold it back any longer, no matter how badly he hurt her “I... I love you too” she said softly.

“You do?” He asked, his eyes searching her's for any sign of sarcasm. After a beat of silence he leans back down and presses his lips against her's, kissing her softly. Y/n kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. This kiss was a lot more gentler and more loving than the first. It was a sign that the odds were in their favor.

“Yes... I forgive you” she said softly, giving him and loving smile.

#Jackson Avery #Jackson Avery smut #Jackson avery imagines #Greys anatomy smut #Jackson avery x reader #Mark Sloan x sister!reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Mind Games - Sickick

There's another side that you don't know, you don't know I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go Watch me turn your mind into my home

Ooo, Ooo, Ooo (Mind mind games until you lose control) Ooo, Ooo, Ooo

Now that I'm in there's no letting go And your emptiness begins

+ Peter Parker

Waiting On You

Warnings: virginity, gaslighting, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Peter Parker

Summary: You and Peter have your first fight.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

“Hm,” Peter lets out the nearly inaudible sigh as he takes his coat from the rack.

“What wrong?” You wonder as you step into your shoes.

“Nothing,” he mutters and slips his arms up his sleeves, rolling his shoulders as the leather settles across his shoulders.

“Oh,” you pull on your own coat and scoop up your purse. The buzz of the party continues behind you, the last of the stragglers. “Okay.”

He says nothing else and you follow him into the brisk evening. He stalks down the steps, his footfalls heavy enough to signal his chagrin. The cause you can’t guess at. The night was fun! All you friends got to meet him and he was charming as ever. So you just can’t think of why his mood’s shifted so suddenly.

“Wait up,” you scurry up behind him and try to grab his hand. He marches onward, fishing out his keys and hitting the button so his car chirps and the locks clack loudly, “Peter, I don’t… did I do something?”

“No,” he opens the car door, “just get in. I’m tired.”

You clamp your lips shut and skirt around the front of the car. The engine rolls over and frightens you before you can get to the passenger side. You let yourself in and lower yourself softly into the seat. Before you can buckle your belt however, the car is moving.

“I’m pretty tired too–”

“You really don’t know?” He hisses.

You wince. He is mad. You’ve never heard him like this.

“No, I… did I miss something?”

“Ha,” he scoffs dryly, “don’t play stupid.”

“I…”

“Your pal, Mason, he’s not a big fan of mine.”

“Oh? I didn’t notice–”

“I mean, I can guess why.”

“What? Peter, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t pout at me like,” he snarls as his grips tightens on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking, “like you weren't flirting all night. Shameless.”

“What? I wasn’t flirting. He’s my friend, I was being nice–”

“Oh, is that how you behave around your friends? You wear short skirts and wiggle your ass around like a slut?”

“Peter!” You exclaim, “I– don’t say that.”

“What am I supposed to think? I thought… I thought you were a nice girl. I really did. And I really like you.”

“I like you too, Peter, but… Mason is only my friend. Promise. B-but you can’t call me that.”

“I’m just telling you how I feel. You humiliate me. Flaunting all that I’ve waited for around some other guy.’t just brush over my feelings.” He shakes his head and hits the brakes a bit too late, screeching to a stop at the light. He pushes back his wavy brown locks and lets out an exaggerated breath, “You’ve been playing with me. You tell me to wait and I wait. Three months. Three months I wait and then you F”

“No,” you babble, “Peter–”

“I– don’t you see how you're messing with me? You’re fucking with my head,” he throws his hands against the wheel, “you tell me to wait, that you’re not ready, to take it slow. But you're touching him, you’re dancing up on him…”

“We were having fun–”

“Are you really a virgin or is that just an excuse?”

“Excuse? For what?”

“So you can use me,” he wipes his eye and sniffs, shaking his head. “It worked. I’m a total cuck. For you, because I thought you liked me.” He inhales and lets it out with a shudder. He grips the wheel again and slowly leans on the gas, “I’ll take you home, I guess.”

You sit in silence. Stewing. Your mind replays every minute of the party. You hadn’t seen Mason in so long you couldn’t help but give him a hug. You chatted, laughed, maybe you had a little fun when the Spice Girls came on, but you didn’t think it was like that.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really, Peter, I like you a lot. And I’m sorry it came off like that.”

“That’s not a real apology,” he snivels. “It’s not how it came off, it’s your behaviour.”

You stare at him. His face is hidden in shadow. You look at your lap and twiddle your fingers. Your stomach flips. You know what he meant when he said he’d take you home. You go home and it’s over. You’re not ready for that. He’s the first guy you really think you could… be with.

“I don’t want to go home, Peter,” you utter.

He hums dully.

“I don’t feel like making out,” he growls.

“I know,” you feel fluttery. You’re ready, aren’t you? It’s been three months. And you have to show him you’re serious. About him, only him.

“You know what?” He taps the brakes and his head tilts as he peeks in the mirror.

“I know… I want to do more than make out tonight, Peter,” you reach to touch his hand, “honest. Let me show you that you’re the only one I want. Please.”

He’s quiet. You hold your breath, waiting. It’s too late. You’ve blown it. He doesn’t want you.

“Alright,” he says at last and turns his hand over to squeeze yours.

He drives on, the air thick with anticipation, his grip firm with intention. You squirm as the fluttering grows more intense the further you get. You think of changing your mind but it’s too late now. Not if you want to keep him.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #drabble #request #mcu #marvel #spider-man

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Since I met you { Chapter 2}

masterlist ! pairing: Sam Claflin x oc!reader

SUMMARY : When a student meets a famous actor, what can happen? They fall in love, they don't care what the world says about them, they swear their love and that they will be next to each other regardless of the situation.

The story follows the beginning and formation of the love story of Sam and Andrea.

GENRE: fluff, love at first sight

I approach the door of the dorm room that I share with my dear colleague, I didn't look at the clock to see what time it is, I don't care if I disturb them, but I'm the happiest girl on the whole planet, I just met someone who is really a person according to my preferences, he is sweet, he behaves and talks nicely with me, a real gentleman.

I open the door with the key and enter, something was unchanged, the smile didn't disappear from my lips and his scarf, it smells of his perfume, which makes me smile more and more and I hope he sends me a message and say see you tomorrow. My mood can be seen with the naked eye.

I notice that Louisa and Alex are sitting in her bed watching a movie on the laptop, to my surprise none of them fell asleep or I find them in a different pose, but now I'm not interested.

"Alex, look who's happy, our dear friend Andrea. What happened while you were gone?" she says and I hear her pause the movie. I look at her as she takes the laptop from the bed and puts it on the bedside table and gets up and comes towards me.

"Nothing happened, I went to that cafe I always go to. Nothing important." I tell him and I put my bag down and my coat on my bed, but I let the scarf fall on my shoulders, I refuse to take it off.

"Then why are you smiling so much? Why are you blushing and whose is this scarf? This is not yours I know for sure, plus it smells like men's perfume. Andrea Lawson are you seeing someone?" she tells me excitedly and I also see Alex approaching us and putting his hand around her waist and taking a step back to let me breathe.

"Lou, baby, give her two minutes to breathe, she'll tell us what happened only if she wants to, isn't that right Andrea?" he says and looks at me and I nod.

"I'll tell the story, let's take a seat" I tell them and motion for them to sit on my bed, I sit with my back against the headboard and Lou and Alex sit at the foot of the bed.

"So, what happened at the cafe?" Lou asks me curiously.

"I went to the cafe as usual and as you saw it was raining I sat by the window but that doesn't matter, I started working on that project I told you about and suddenly I felt that someone was looking at me ,, when I looked, there was a man there who I thought was much bigger than me, I smiled at him and turned back to the project and suddenly I see him coming to me and asking me if he can sit next to me and I didn't hesitate and said yes." I tell them and I look down and start playing with the scarf that Sam gave me.

"Go on, don't leave us two waiting like this." says the curious Louisa.

"We started talking, he told me that he is an actor, word for word, we approached each other and kissed, then we decided to go through the park to get to know each other and he helped me to I pack my things, to put on my coat and then I see him take his scarf from next to my bag and put it around my neck and he told me not to refuse him because he knows it's cold outside, when I left there , he reached out to me and I put my hand around his arm and we started talking again and we kissed a few more times and he led me here and he gave me his number and his name by Sam with a heart." I told them.

"How beautiful, he's a gentleman and look how she blushed, Alex, I think Andrea is in love." says Louisa and looks carefully at me.

"And if she's in love, it's her choice," says Alex.

Suddenly I hear a phone ringing and I realize it's mine, when I reach to take it from the bedside table, I see it's Sam, not even a few hours have passed and he's calling me, I signal to Louisa and Alex that to be quiet so I can answer the phone.

"Hello Sam!" I answer the call and again I have that feeling that my heart would come out of my chest.

"Andrea, my dear, what are you doing?" Sam asks me, and just from the tone of his voice, I can tell that he is happy.

"I was lying in bed, I was thinking when you were going to give me a sign." I tell her and when I look at Lou I see she wants to say something but Alex puts his hand over her mouth to make her shut up, which I appreciate from the bottom of my heart.

"I'm glad to hear that you wanted me to call you. Look why I called you, I wanted to ask you if you want to have dinner at my place? Only if you want, I'm not forcing you." he tells me and I am shocked.

"Sam, I'm delighted to have dinner with you. Don't forget to send me the address, because if you don't send it, I won't come." I tell him and I hear him laugh at the little joke I made and his laugh is wonderful.

"This will not be a problem because I will come to pick you up, so you must tell me what floor you are on and the room number, otherwise I will knock on all the doors in the dormitory building and ask if I know where you are staying a beautiful girl, passionate about photography," he tells me and I giggle at this. He thinks I'm beautiful, this makes me blush.

"Okay Sam, so I'm staying on the 4th floor, room 16. If I don't open it, I think Louisa or her boyfriend will open it and let it be between us, to have answers to Louisa's questions, as she will have many." I warn him.

"So you have a talkative colleague, that's good to know. I'll come at half past seven, is that good?" He asks me.

"It's perfect Sam, I can't wait to see you again." I tell him and giggle at this idea.

"My dear, you make me fall in love with you more and more, when you giggle it makes my heart beat faster and faster. Andrea, I want to ask you one more thing, to wear that beautiful smile." he tells me

"OK, I'll wear it, just for you." I tell

"Okay, see you then. I can't wait to see you, kiss you Andrea."

"Me too, kiss you, bye." I tell him and end the call.

I look up from the phone and look at Lou who is already looking at me in the dresser, he doesn't even know that I'm meeting Sam at his house, I see her already looking at my dresses.

"So I was thinking you should wear that black dress of yours and I'll do your makeup and your hair." says Louisa, who is more agitated than I am.

"Honey, you don't even know where I'm going, maybe take her to a movie or a romantic walk in the park. Let Andrea choose what she wants to wear, only she knows where Sam is taking her." says Alex lunadu my defense, I wave to Alex and say thank you.

"Louisa wait a minute. Sam invited me to have dinner at his house. Maybe I'll wear something comfortable, you know that brown dress with long sleeves that I can wear with a pair of pumps? I think it's next to the red one. " I tell her and I go to look for the dress.

"So you dress like this and I make you natural and you are ready to go on a date." Louisa calls me and I give her a hug, maybe we've known each other for a short time, but I consider her as my sister.

After Louisa gives me another hug, she sends me to get dressed in the brown dress, after I get dressed, she makes me sit at our make-up table and starts putting on my make-up, and Alex tries to make me not be stressed, tells jokes and tells me what she did with Louisa on their first date and at the end she gives me advice on all kinds of cases but Louisa exaggerated a little but I'm lucky to have Louisa and Alex in my life.

Suddenly we hear a knock at the door and I see Alex going to open it, he looks at me and Louisa once more and I give him an affirmative nod. He takes a sip and opens it.

"Good evening! I'm looking for Andrea, is she here?" I hear Sam and I realize that he is a little stressed, maybe he expects Louisa to open up to him.

"Good evening, Andrea is inside with my girlfriend. Do you want to come in?" Alex asks him and I don't hear any answer from Sam but I see Alex step aside and open the door wide and suddenly I see him entering our dorm room.

He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a dark blue sweater, in his hand he had a beautiful bouquet of red roses, as if by instinct I approach him and put my hands around his neck and pull him closer to me and I kiss him.

"Hey!" I whisper to him after we pull away from the kiss.

"Hello pretty girl, you are very beautiful." he spots me and puts his forehead against mine and we look into each other's eyes.

We parted from our position and he gave me the bouquet, then he put his arm around my waist and when we looked at Louisa who was in Alex's arms and they were looking at us and at that moment I realized that both Sam and I, we both blushed, as if we were caught by our parents when we were kissing.

"Louisa, Alex I want to introduce you to Sam Claflin, he is that gentleman I told you about. Sam, she is Louisa and he is her boyfriend, Alex." I say and see how Sam waves at them,

"I am pleased to meet you ." says Sam.

"The pleasure is ours, Sam, take care of Andrea. She is a very special person, she is like my sister," Lou tells him.

"I will take great care of her and she really is the strongest and most passionate person I have ever met." he says and looks at me and then kisses me on the cheek.

"I think that's enough talk. Have fun on your romantic date," says Alex and Sam takes my coat and helps me put it on.

He opens the door for me and we leave, holding out his hand for me to take, which I do.

"It will be an unforgettable evening, I promise you my dear." Sam tells me and kisses my hand.

"I'm sure you kept your promise" I say and smile. I can't wait to see what he has prepared.

#sam claflin #sam claflin x reader #billy dunne imagines #billy dunne x reader #finnick odair #daisy jones and the six #finnick odair imagine #hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #sam claflin smut #billy dunne #finnick imagine #finnick odair imagines #finnick x reader #finnick fanfic

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bangchanbabygurl · 19 days

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17: Temptation { In The Eyes Of Love }

Genre: Dark Romance/Smut/Angsty/Thriller/Enemies to lovers

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/ mentions of cheating & twisted love triangles.

Word Count: 748

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A sigh escapes My lips. As I walk into my office, Seungcheol gets up from the desk. "Hey what happened?" His tone made me question his weird mood swings, "It's nothing; the patient was scared. Why are you still here?" I asked. Seungcheol sighs and places his hands on his hips, "I need to apologize," He says, letting his game meet mine.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "For what?" I asked, walking to the coat hanger. I take my coat off, "For that night at my grandfather's party," He says. I let out a scoff and turned to look at him, "Are you being serious?" I asked, crossing my arms. The tone of my voice made him tick off; his gaze was dark. "Yes, I'm serious. Look, I apologize for how I acted that night." He says, stepping closer to me; I roll my eyes.

"No need to; you made it very clear to me," I said, looking at him. Seungcheol let out a scoff. "I was under the influence. Clearly, I wasn't thinking. I was mad, mad at my aunt for inviting Adeline to the party." He raised his voice; I bite my lip and let out a sigh. "You are so full of yourself; you're arrogant. You take out your anger on others, and you act like the world is out to get you. You are the last man on this planet that I would entwined myself with." I raise my voice back at him, Seungcheol's eyes searching into mine.

My eyes fall on his plush lips, "Is that what you desire?" He asked, closing the distance between us. I look at his brown eyes, "Yes." I said. He bites his lip; I swallow hard. "I see..." His voice was low and husky; I exhaled softly. Pressing my lips against his made me feel dizzy; his hands gripped my hips. I must be out of my mind, but oh god, does his mouth feel good against mine.

My hands grip his collar tightly; it was rough yet sloppy. The kiss was filled with anger and frustration, but it felt so good. I pull away, pushing him off me; I catch my breath. I run my hand over my hair, and I walk over to the door. I open it, "Leave..." I said. I couldn't look at him; I couldn't face the fact that I kissed him out of anger. I couldn't face the fact that I had found myself getting attached.

Seungcheol sighs, "You are so unpredictable," He says, leaving the office. I slammed the door shut; I let out a sigh of frustration. How could I be so stupid to kiss him like that? What was I thinking? There was a knock on the door before it was opened; I turned around, getting ready to yell, only to see Wonwoo entering, "Are you okay? I heard you shouting," He says. I sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I had a small argument with Seungcheol, that's all." I said, leaning back on the desk. Wonwoo closes the door behind him, "But you're okay?" He asked. I nodded with a small smile.

He sighs and nods, "What was he doing here anyways?" He asked, sitting behind the desk. I sigh and face him, "He wanted to apologize for how he acted." I said. Wonwoo looks confused, "Out of the blue," He says. I nodded, "Yeah, that's what I said, but it escalated to an argument." I said, biting my lip. Gosh, I still can't believe I did that. I shake my head lightly, "What did you do?" Wonwoo asked. I give him a perplexed gaze, "What?" I asked. Wonwoo leans back into the chair, "You said you did something, so what was it?" He asked. I bite my lip and close my eyes, "I...I, um, I kissed him." I murmured and opened my eyes.

Wonwoo stared at me with a dazed expression, "Oh..." He says. I sighed, "I know it was stupid. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking." I said. Wonwoo smiles faintly, "It's okay, you just have feelings for him." He says. I scoffed, "As if I honestly have no idea why I kissed him." I said. Wonwoo chuckles and nods, "Perhaps not yet; you'll know why eventually." He says, getting up from the chair. "Well, I have to get back to work before Dr. Park sees me," Wonwoo smiles and walks out of the office.

I can't believe I kissed Choi Seungcheol!?

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hii first of all woah i like your writings they’re really comforting i enjoyed reading them so much <333 also if you’re comfortable with it can i request the sick one but it’s reader having their period instead of being sick? maybe with wonwoo or joshua. if not you can write it like the original i’m okay w whatever you’re okay with. have a great day/night <3

period pains with wonwoo! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry for the late response, i still have like 10 to go thru!)

i know everyone experiences their periods differently, so i'm just going to depict a period the way i go through mine! i hope that's okay

if not, you can help me understand the specific details you want me to cover, and i can redo this. i really don't mind!

imagine you wake up in a lot of pain

your head is hurting and you're having some bad cramps

you already know you've started your period because you have an app that tracks it and it started the night before

it's still dark outside when you wake up to this pain, but you still get up to change your pad/tampon

you eat something small and take some pain relieving medicine before going back to bed

wonwoo is sleeping on his side of the bed, shifting around once he hears you get back into bed

he reaches over to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, snuggling his head into your chest

"where did you go? it's still so early. are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft with sleep

"just the bathroom and i was hungry," you say, trying not to tell him about your period

you guys have been dating for awhile now, but you still feel kind of awkward whenever you tell him you're on your period

mainly because whenever you do, he kind of internally panics and he doesn't know what to do to help, so then he just kind of sticks to your side all day

and you're kind of scared of him doing that because you're bound to lash out on him with these mood swings

he rubs your waist gently as he falls back asleep

when it is time to get up and get ready for work, you feel like you're dragging yourself around

wonwoo notices right away as you drag your feet and hold a hand over your stomach because you feel nauseated and bloated

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks softly again

you nod, faking a smile. "yeah, just didn't sleep very well."

he nods, coming over to give you a big hug, rocking the two of you back and forth. "i hope you feel better throughout the day. i'll go make you some coffee, okay?"

and he does

you get ready, dressing up well for work and making yourself at least look presentable

"remember, we have plans tonight to go to that fancy restaurant i told you about," he says on his way out of the house

"oh," you nod slowly. "right. i'll meet up with you there after work."

he kisses your forehead and bids you farewell

at work, you kind of push away the pain and the bad symptoms of your period

you get so lost and focused in your work that you don't even notice it most of the time

but towards the end of your shift, the cramps get worse as the ibuprofen wears off

you check your bag for some more, but you notice you left your extra meds and pads in your other purse!

you'll just have to survive the date without any of those things!

you grumble to yourself, feeling the urge to cry because how could you be so irresponsible? you're extra hard on yourself when you're on your period

you head to the restaurant anyway, hoping that nothing bad happens

you decide you should just focus on wonwoo and your conversation!

when you get to the reserved table, he smiles at you, pulling your seat out for you

before you sit down, he tells you to wait

he takes off his long coat and drapes it around your shoulders

"keep that for tonight, okay, darling?" he says into your ear, a cheesy grin on his face

you look at him weird, but sit down anyway

"so how was work?" he asks after ordering you the item on the menu he wanted you to try.

"it was... okay."

"you seem less energetic and bright. are you sure you're okay?"

"you don't have to keep asking. i'm fine," you grumble, fixing the coat on your shoulders

he purses his lips awkwardly

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that," you apologize quickly. "thank you for worrying about me, but don't worry too much, i'm okay."

he nods, then encourages you to tell him all about your day, which you do

as he walks you home, you feel the cramps act up again

you clench at your stomach, taking deep breaths to try and ease the pain

he goes to hold your hand and squeeze it gently

"let's stop at that convenience store, okay?"

you nod, not having the guts to refuse

when he brings you there, he opens his backpack and pulls out a small pouch that's your favorite color and has your name written on it

he hands it to you and smiles

"i'll wait for you out here," he says

you open the pouch to see some pads and tampons

they weren't the brands that you liked, but it still made you furrow your brows and hide a smile

after you took care of yourself in the bathroom, you walked home happily with him

you both were laying in bed and wonwoo suddenly gets up, off of his mobile game

he comes back with a heated stuffed animal and places it on the top of your belly

you move it so it'll comfort where your cramps on bothering you

and he sits down next to you, looking at you

"did i do good? i asked shua hyung about periods," he says, smiling at you with his eyes. "because i felt bad not knowing what the heck to do for that one week every month."

"how did you know?"

"shua told me to set reminders on an app. and your pants also had a stain," he says. "but like- don't be embarrassed. it's normal."

"i'm still embarrassed..."

he looks at you and gives you a smile, leaning in to kiss your nose

"don't be. i'll be embarrassed for you."

"that's not how it works, but thank you."

"i'm working really hard to be the best boyfriend for you, pretty," he says, before laughing.

he goes back to playing a game on his phone.

"just tell me if you need anything. if you get angry or feel like yelling at someone, you can yell at me, okay?"

"wonu, i'm okay, haha, don't worry so much," you say, laughing. "thank you, tho. you're like a little puppy or kitten."

"i'll be a cat."

"that works, too, i guess," you smile.

"now come here, let me kiss you, i'll make the cramps go away."

"wonu, you're in the middle of a game!"

"i can multitask."

wonu might be clueless when it comes to periods, but he does try his hardest for you!

he'll do his own research outside of you so he can be the best boyfriend ever.

thank you so much for the request! feel free to request more, darling ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧)

(p.s. requests are still open! i accept all svt members, though i specialize in writing about woozi. i'm making request guidelines soon! ς(>‿<.))

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asherloki · 4 months

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The early present

Sherlock x reader

Fluff!

Part 1 of the Christmas story series. Part 2!

"oh" I said with utter disgust, "another article on you" I turned the page to my husband so he can see it too, yet he didn't, he was drowned in his microscope, "Sherlock Holmes was seen at Sussex the other day" I read "at night, what is he upto? does his wife know about it?" The media has always been a struggle since I was seen with Sherlock. I have read many headlines about me 'Mr Holmes walking with a common girl?', 'The detective liked someone who's rather dumb compared to him?' and those hurted me like hell, yet my man is there, always, to kiss my forehead and say, "their words shouldn't ever affect you".

I kept the newspaper aside and both him and I rolled our eyes, "next time tell them you're buying a house there, with bees" I said rather sternly.

He's always wanted a house and to keep bees after his retirement, and that's why he went there to look for a good place. I don't doubt my husband because the hezy picture of him here shows he's holding his phone camera to his face, and he was video calling me at that moment.

"they don't have to know everything and besides, they have no right to know about me buying a house or a mansion or even a hut" he replied not lifting his head from his beloved microscope.

"still" I said and out of the blue I felt a little... gloomy. Not really out of the blue, the articles are enough.

"what's wrong?" he asked this time, looking at me with concern.

"I trust you honey" I answered, "but these news... they upsets me".

He didn't say anything, just stared at me for a few seconds and then he inhaled a deep breath and said "how about we go Christmas shopping" he got up leaving the microscope and stuffs as it is putting off his dressing gown.

"like now?" I asked, mostly trying to tell him 'I am not neatly dressed, but he never cared.

"yes now, come on get up" he wore his coat and urged me to wear mine too. I wore my coat which basically covered my tshirt, and my pants were just fine.

We went out and walked aimlessly, I didn't ask him where are we going for shopping or anything, I like our sweet silence, both him and I aren't fond of much crowd, so we liked this late hours shopping, when only a few shops were open.

"what are we getting for Rosie?" he enquired, breaking the silence.

"colours? I saw some of her colors were almost done" I replied, her set of oil pastels needed an immediate alternative.

"okay let's get into this shop then" we got into a stationary shop, and started looking for the best colors. We searched every section for the biggest set of colours, Sherlock only prefers the best for Rosie.

After getting the bestest set of oil pastels we went to the counter. Standing in the small queue I looked outside, "snow" I whispered to Sherlock, it was snowing a bit outside. Sherlock indicated me that I can go and watch the snow fall, while he stands and buys it. So I did, I stood at the doorway, leaving enough space for people to come and go and watched the snow.

"well" my husband's voice was heard coming towards me, "looks like we may need an umbrella" as he stood beside me.

"hmmm, and we forgot to carry one" I said then turned to him, he smiled in return before giving me a paperbag with something heavy in it.

"for you" he said while handing it to me.

"what's this?" I took it and to my surprise he bought me the most beautiful and professional set of paint brushes and colors, "oh my love, this - oh gosh!" I knew not what to say, thanks would be an understatement, "you didn't have to spent so much on me".

He rolled his eyes at this, saying, "I think I'm your husband, so why can't I?" well he's right, "you were upset, paints will lift your mood".

He remembered it didn't he. I nodded, admiring the gifts, " my world is rather small Sherlock, so the articles hurts me".

"I know" he said, "you know better to believe the article anyway" he winked , he winked just like the time when we were dating.

"awww" we were startled at the sound, everyone from the store said "aww" together, we looked at them, confused.

"you two have to kiss" they said, looking up we realised we stood under a mistletoe. I stared at Sherlock with a smile and so did he,

"may I my wife?" he asked.

"absolutely my husband" with mutual agreement our lips found eachother's, I always get on ny toes to kiss my tall man, his hand cupped my face as we kissed for a minute while the small amount of people stared at us. After pulling away we smiled at them.

"let's get going?" I enquired.

"yes, otherwise we'll have to buy an umbrella too" he replied and we paced fast to our flat, with colors we got. 23rd December, winter and Christmas eve the next day, enough to make the world joyous.

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 8

In which you spend Christmas and New Years with your family.

Series Masterlist

Mood Boards

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count:5.1k

A/N: Im making a mood board for this that ill add later. Also, I will be waiting here patiently for the wave of comments and messages because yall are going to scream.

As you and Jake pull into your parent's driveway, you see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open. It's December 23rd and you're here for the next week to celebrate Christmas and New Years with your family. After meeting his family a few days ago, you called your mom and told her to really pull out all the stops. You didn't go into detail, simply explaining that Christmas with his family had gone badly and that he deserved to have a magical experience.

You can confidently say that she didn't disappoint. Your mom and dad have always gone all out for Christmas but this is a different level. You're fairly certain they went out and bought more decorations because you've never seen it like this before. There's a fresh blanket of snow that just adds to the beauty of the scene in front of you and your heart swells.

The oak tree in the front yard has been completely covered in red and white lights, the house is lined with icicles, and the driveway is lined with light-up candy canes. You see that your mom has put out a whole slew of yard decorations ranging from those mechanical light-up deer to a huge Santa and sleigh.

You turn to look at Jake with a bright smile and you've never seen such innocent wonder in his eyes. It reminds you of when a baby sees something that captivates them for the first time and their little brains can't comprehend it. You let him take all the time he needs and after a few minutes, his trance is broken. He slowly climbs out of the truck and makes his way over to you, being careful not to slip.

Once you're out, you grab his hand and the two of you make your way up to the house. "I'm glad you made me get a coat and gloves. It's cold." He says and you laugh. "I told you so baby. Bet you're happy I made you get the puffy coat with a hood instead of that little jacket you insisted would be enough."

He nods his head slightly and the two of you reach the top of the porch stairs. The door swings open and Jake is immediately hit with the warmth of your home and the smell of cookies baking. Your mom doesn't step out this time, instead ushering the two of you in quickly. "Get inside, it's freezing out!"

She waits patiently for the two of you to take off your outerwear and pulls you each into a hug once everything is hung up. She kisses both of you on the cheek before stepping back and guiding you into the living room. Jake feels a familiar fuzzy feeling when he sees the inside of the home.

There's lights and garland lining the stairs and a large tree decorated with years of homemade and sentimental ornaments. It seems everywhere he looks there's a form of tinsel or ornament and he almost can't believe it. This is what he had always imagined Christmas to be like, but he thought it only happened in movies.

"How was your drive?" Your mom asks and Jake smiles kindly.

"It was nice. Got to see what a lot of states are like during winter, which was cool." He explains and your mom nods her head in understanding. Before you can process or add to the conversation, you're being swept off your feet. You let out a loud squeal followed by a giggle when you realize it's your dad.

"Welcome home, pumpkin. We missed you." He says before turning halfway to Jake. "And you too, I guess." He teases with a wink and Jake lets out a laugh. Your dad releases you and gives Jake a hug with a firm pat on the back. "Good to see you, son." He tells him, this time with warm sincerity and Jake nods his head. "You too, old man."

Once you've both said hello to your parents, the two of you make your way around the room greeting your siblings as well. Your brother hands Jake a beer and pulls him over to the couch to talk about some sport that you don't follow. You stand there for a second and love fills your heart as you watch all your favorite people in the same room interacting.

Your joy is short-lived when your mom and sisters whisk you away into the kitchen. Your mom is quick to put you to work helping with dinner and conversation is light as you all focus on your assigned tasks.

"So," Britney starts. "How was Christmas with the Seresins?" She asks casually and you stop what you're doing to turn around. Your mom shoots you a look and you assume she hasn't said anything about your phone call from a few days prior.

"His family is rich. Like old money, ranch on a hundred acres, million dollar home rich." You tell her with a shrug. The women's eyebrows shoot up and they share a look of surprise. Your sister-in-law is next to speak.

"Okay, but what is his family like?" She prods and you tsk before turning back around to continue peeling potatoes. "Best left unsaid." Your mom sets down her whisk and comes to stand next to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

"Come on sweetheart. It can't be that bad." She pushes and you set down your knife, staring at the cutting board in front of you. You close your eyes and silently wonder if you're going to regret your next words.

"I punched his dad in the nose." You tell her while lifting up your bruised hand to show them. "What?" Your sister asks. "Why?" You throw your head back with a loud sigh and resign to the fact you're going to have to tell them the whole story.

A few minutes later, your mom and sisters have matching angry expressions on their faces. It's silent for a few seconds before your mom speaks up. "Well, he deserved it. Should've spit on him too."

"Mama!" You exclaim and all four of you burst into laughter. "Well!" She says with her hands up defensively. "It's the truth! I can't imagine a parent treating their child like that, especially not sweet little Jake!"

You nod your head in agreement and cross your arms. "Me neither. That's why we have to make this the most special week ever." You say and your mom and sisters share a look. "Trust me," your sister says. "It'll be special."

Meanwhile in the living room, Jake is telling your dad and brothers the same story. "…and then she punched him. Pretty sure she broke his nose." He says and your dad lets out a low whistle. "She never has been one to take it lying down. I don't think I've ever seen her back down from a fight, especially if it involves defending someone." He says and your brother nods.

"Yea she's five years younger and she's always been able to kick my ass, even when she was little." He laughs. Jake chuckles and takes another sip of his beer. "If I wasn't sure before, I am now. She's definitely someone I want on my team for the rest of my life."

Your dad smiles fondly at the man in front of him and nods his head. "She's one of the good ones. Unless you're on her bad side." Jake quirks his head to the side and lifts up his bottle. "Cheers to that."

An hour later, you're setting the table and the men walk in to take their seats. Your dad slings his arm over your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. "Good job, kid. Looks like those boxing lessons came in handy." You shake your head with a laugh and whisper back. "No, that came from you."

Your dad smiles proudly and kisses your cheek. "I'll take the compliment. If you have any more trouble with that asshole, you let me or your brothers know and we'll handle it." His tone is serious and you stop to look at him. "You know I will, daddy."

The rest of the evening goes smoothly and before you know it, you're saying goodnight and heading up to bed. You and Jake go through your usual bedtime routines before climbing under the comforter together.

Jake turns to face you and kisses your forehead. "Did your mom ask about my family?" He questions and you nod your head. "Yeah, I told her the truth."

He hums quietly and ponders for a few seconds. "What did she say?" He asks and you debate whether you should tell him or sugarcoat it. "Do you really want to know?" You question while looking up at him. He nods his head with a small smile. "I really do."

You heave a sigh and lean forward to press a kiss to his bare chest. "She said he deserved it and that I should've spit on him too." You murmur and Jake's chest rumbles with a laugh. "I knew there was a reason I love that woman." He quips and you can't help but smile. "What did my dad say?"

Jake looks down and you can see the wheels turning in his head. "That you've never had a problem kicking someone's ass and you're one of the good ones." He answers truthfully and you snort. "Yea that sounds like something daddy would say. I've been grounded for fighting one too many times."

The two of you lay in silence for a few more minutes before you roll over and turn off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow." You yawn and Jake agrees while pilling you into him. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you." You smile lazily and snuggle into him. "I love you too."

The next morning is a flurry of getting dressed, eating breakfast, and putting everything together for the annual Christmas party. Everybody woke up at 6 am and Jake has never seen a family work so in sync. The first couple of hours are spent decorating sugar cookies and tidying before the group splits off. Jake and the other three men start working on the backyard, putting up tents, tables, outdoor heaters, and fire pits, along with decorations.

Inside, you, your mom, and your sisters busy yourself putting together all the desserts and making a ham. Unlike Halloween, this is a much more important party and people actually come for food so it's a pitch-in. Once the ham is in the oven and the pies are in the fridge, the four of you sit down and crack open a bottle of wine.

You're busy laughing in the living room when you hear the back door open followed by four sets of snow-covered boots being thrown off. Jake makes his way in and plops next to you on the couch. He places his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up and you shriek, almost spilling your wine trying to wiggle away from him.

He laughs loudly and kisses your shoulder before retracting the ice cubes attached to his arms. His eyebrow quirks when he sees the glass in your hand and looks at the other women, noticing they all have one too. "It's one pm and you're drinking?" He asks with amusement and you shrug your shoulders.

"Pretty much the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are spent drinking. How do you think we stay warm?" You explain and Jake almost laughs before he realizes you're serious. He purses his lips and ticks his head to the side. "Okay then."

You take another sip and turn to your dad who now has his arm around your mom. "What time are we going tonight?" You ask and he looks at his watch. "It's been getting dark around 5 and the party starts at 7 so probably about 5:30." He answers and Jake looks at him confused.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you almost choke on your wine with excitement. "Oh!" You exclaim. "I forgot to tell you. On Christmas Eve we drive around all the neighborhoods and look at Christmas lights! It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember."

Jake smiles warmly and nods his head. "That sounds fun." Your brother kicks his feet up and turns to face him. "Oh, it is. We bring hot chocolate in a thermos and listen to Christmas music."

You spend the next few hours sipping on wine and laughing with everybody and before you know it, it's time to pile into the car. Your mom makes two thermoses full of hot chocolate and you all head outside.

"How do y'all usually split up?"Jake asks and your wrap your arm through his. "We don't. Daddy's SUV seats 8 people." You explain while guiding him towards the truck. Corey, LeeAnn, and Joe all clamber into the back row and once they're in, you, Jake, and Britney get in the middle row.

Jake silently wonders if you've always gotten along this well because he and his sisters were always fighting over who sat where, no matter how many times they rode together. Meanwhile, the six of you just climbed in without a single complaint, everybody was just happy to be involved.

Your mom turns to check that everyone is buckled in and once she confirms, your dad pulls out of the driveway. Jake has a window seat and he's silently grateful since he's never gotten to experience this before. He wants to be able to see everything without feeling bad about crushing you to get a glimpse.

Ten minutes later, your dad pulls into a neighborhood and turns the radio on. Your mom distributes hot chocolate and Jake swears he's never seen so many festive houses in his life. He's driven by a few over the years, sure. But this is completely surreal, like something you'd only see on TV. He reaches for your hand and you smile, grateful you get to be the one to introduce him to such happiness.

Your dad drives around for the next hour while everyone points out their favorite houses and sings along to classic Christmas songs. By the time you're pulling back up to the house, Jake has completely forgotten his own familial troubles and he's fairly certain the little kid in him is being healed a little more each time he comes here.

It's 6:45 when you get back and everybody runs inside to finish getting ready before people start showing up. You hand Jake a Christmas sweater and he frowns while taking it. His expression quickly turns to a smile when he sees you slip on a matching sweater of your own and he puts it on without any questions. Of course you'd be the type to wear matching sweaters, and he loves you even more for it.

Once you're outside, you take a second to look around. It looks like a Christmas wonderland at night time and you briefly wish you could see it from your jet. You don't have much time to think before guests start rolling in and filling the tables with food.

Just like Halloween, there are hundreds of people here and Jake can't believe it. He wonders why none of these people want to spend Christmas Eve with their families before he realizes that a lot of the people here are their families. It's not common for people to move away from here, so there are generations of people gathered together that have known each other since diapers.

He watches in awe once again, as you navigate the night like a professional. You field a few questions about a wedding or babies and Jake smiles to himself. If only you knew. His part in the evening is less stressful than last time, having already shaken everybody's hands at the Halloween party.

He was mostly asked questions about his career by men wanting to relive their glory days and heard several comments about how cool it is that the family now has three fighter pilots. His heart swells each time when he realizes that not only has your family accepted him as one of their own, but the community has as well.

Everybody spends the evening drinking and laughing while rotating between eating and roasting smores. Jake swears he's never eaten this much food in his life and he makes a mental note to hit the gym extra hard when you guys get home.

Once midnight hits and it's officially Christmas, things start wrapping up. You and Jake make your rounds before heading up to get ready for bed. You're both exhausted from your long day and it doesn't take long for the two of you to cuddle up and fall into a deep slumber.

Jakes feels the bed bouncing and glances at his watch to see what time it is. 6:30. He groans and throws a pillow over his head, which is promptly removed and chucked across the room. You plop down on him and clap your hands excitedly. "Get up!" You shout and Jake peeks one eye open.

"What the hell are you on about? It's still dark outside." He grumbles and you roll your eyes dramatically. "It's Christmas morning, Scrooge! Let's go!" You jump off of him and use all your strength to drag his dead weight out of the bed.

"Let me shower and get dressed." He yawns and you look at him like he's just said the most outrageous thing you've ever heard. "Christmas morning is no time for looking fancy, now let's go." You exclaim but Jake doesn't budge.

"You want me to go downstairs with bedhead and slippers?" He asks and you nod aggressively. He sighs and takes your outstretched hand. Now the matching PJs with polar bears and Christmas lights you made him wear make sense.

You bound down the stairs excitedly and Jake tries to shush you. Just because he has to wake up and entertain your craziness doesn't mean others should be subjected to it too. He's shocked to find everybody already downstairs in front of the tree when you drag him behind you.

"There you are. Geez, took long enough." Corey says with a frown and Jake has never been more confused. Took long enough? It's barely morning and they've been waiting for you? You flip your brother the bird when your mom has her back turned and take your place on the floor.

Your mom starts handing out gifts and Jake shifts awkwardly. He feels weird sitting here silently while waiting for everyone else to open their gifts. His mouth falls open when your mom hands him a present. She laughs at his expression and Jake looks like a fish out of water.

"What?" She asks. "You didn't think we'd forget about you, did ya?" She asks before turning back to continue distributing the boxes wrapped in colorful paper.

It's not that Jake thought he'd be forgotten, it's more that he didn't think anyone would want to take the time and energy to find him something. The idea that your parents went out with the intent of getting him something, or even weirder, saw something and thought of him makes him emotional.

He doesn't recall the last time he received a gift, especially from family. His parents never did Christmas presents and birthdays were usually just a couple hundred dollars thrown his way. By the last present, Jake has a pile sitting at his feet and he has to choke back tears.

He'd gone with you to shop for everybody but he never in a million years expected them to do the same for him. Everyone takes turns opening presents and once their done, Jake has a hard time holding it together.

Your dad got him his favorite whiskey that he mentioned in passing, your sister gave him airplane cufflinks, and your brother gave him an engraved leather wallet. There were a few other miscellaneous things too. A Texas longhorns blanket, and a few nice hoodies. He thinks everything is done when you pull a box from behind the couch and hand it to him.

He quirks an eyebrow and you motion your head toward the gift, encouraging him to open it. He opens the box to find a pair of Tecova boots with your name burned into the leather. His eyes widen and he once again considers dropping to his knee right then and there.

"You mentioned needing a new pair of going-out boots." You shrug as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Jake stares in disbelief, well aware these boots run for at least $300. Based on the stitching and coloring, he'd guess they cost well over that. Jake shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a box.

"I didn't know if we were doing gifts or not so I was holding onto this." He says and your mom's eyes widen, shooting to look at your dad. You take the box with a smile and open it to find a pair of diamond "J" earrings. "Oh my god, these are beautiful! I can't wait to wear them!" You exclaim while throwing yourself into his arms. He catches you easily and winks at your mom over your shoulder.

The rest of your day is spent lounging around the house, mostly cuddled up under Jake's new blanket and watching Christmas movies. You're in the middle of "Santa Clause" when you turn to Jake. "Do you like your boots? I wasn't sure what you like so I just ran with it." You tell him and he smiles brightly. "I love them, darlin'. Can't wait to wear them out and show the world I'm yours. Do you like the earrings?"

You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "They're absolutely beautiful. I'll wear them all the time." You say and he kisses your forehead. Your parents and siblings look on with small smiles, happy to see you happy. They know exactly what Jake has up his sleeve and if you're this grateful over earrings, they can't wait to see your reaction to his next surprise.

The past week flies by and it's finally New Year's Eve. You took Jake sledding for the first time earlier today and now you're getting ready to go out. You're meeting your friends at the bar to drink and watch the ball drop.

You walk out of the bathroom and see Jake waiting patiently in a pair of wranglers, one of his new sweaters, and the boots you bought him. He looks handsome as always, clean-shaven, and not a hair out of place. He smiles when he sees you and looks you over.

"Like it?" You ask with a smile and Jake nods. "Love it. You look stunning." You blush at the compliment and glance at yourself in the mirror. You're just wearing a chunky sweater tucked into black skinny jeans and doc martens. Your hair is framing your face and your makeup is done the same as always. It's nothing too special. The only new thing is the earrings Jake gave you.

"You ready to go?" He asks interrupting your thoughts and you nod. "Yea, it's almost 9. Don't want to get there too late." You say and he follows you out of the room. You grab your long black coat that falls to your knees, a hat, and a scarf.

"Bye guys! Be back late, love you!" You yell over your shoulder and don't bother waiting for a response. Jake takes your hand and leads you to the truck before opening the door and helping you up. There's a comfortable silence as you drive into town, the only noise being the quiet lull of Christmas music still playing on the radio.

You watch with confusion as Jake drives past the bar and instead stops a few blocks up, outside the park you showed him his first day here. You look over at him as he shuts off the truck and raise your eyebrows. "Uh, bars back there babe." You tell him and he nods his head but still gets out and walks around to your side.

He opens the door and your eyebrows scrunch together. "I know, I just have a quick detour." He explains and you take his hand. He helps you down and shuts the door before leading you into the park.

You see snow flurries falling and the park is dark aside from one lone street lamp. "Now would be a really shitty time to kill me, Seresin." You joke but he doesn't laugh.

Right as you're about to ask him what's going on, the park lights up. Your eyes widen when you see that every tree has been completely covered in lights and you're standing under a willow tree that's covered in snow. You stare for a few seconds trying to understand who did this and why, but your mind draws a blank.

You turn around to ask Jake and you gasp when you see he's down on one knee with a ring box in the palm of his hand. He's got the biggest smile you've ever seen and he's sure you can hear his heart hammering in his chest. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and tears prick at your eyes.

You don't say anything, completely taken aback. Jake gives you a few moments to process before speaking. "Y/N. I've known since that night I met you that you were the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with, and it was only confirmed when I met your family. And then again, at Halloween and Thanksgiving, and when you punched my dad." He says and you let out a watery laugh at the last part.

"I bought this the week after you brought me here and I've been planning the perfect time with your mom and sister. There's no other person on this planet that I could see myself terrorizing a nursing home with and I don't want to go into the new year without knowing that I get to spend every year for the rest of my life with you." Tears are streaming down your face as you listen and Jake's voice wobbles.

"I asked your dad for your hand at Thanksgiving, and now it's time to ask you. Y/N, will you please make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?" He asks and you choke on a sob.

You drop down to his level and grab his hands. "Are you sure?" You ask through your tears and Jake chuckles. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, sweet girl." As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, you fling yourself into him and send the both of you tumbling into the snow.

"YES!" You scream and Jake places the ring on your hand. You look down to see three flawless diamonds sitting on a simple band and shake your head.

"It's so fucking beautiful, Jake. Oh my god." Your words are interrupted when you hear cheering. You look to Jake for an explanation and he just smiles up at you. He stands up and helps you get to your feet, turning you around.

All of a sudden, you see a group of people running toward you. You're swept off your feet by Bradley and spun around before he sets you back down. You look at him in shock before glancing around him to see just what the hell is going on. It takes your brain a second to catch up but when it does, you weep.

Standing before you is the entire dagger squad, Maverick, your parents and siblings, and all your friends. You turn to look at Jake and he wipes the mascara from under your eyes. "I flew all of them out. I knew you'd be devastated if they missed it, and so would they." He explains and you shake your head again.

Once you've had a minute to calm down, you're swarmed by everyone you love hugging and congratulating you. Your mom throws her arms around you while crying, and the rest of your family follows suit engulfing you in a giant group hug. When they're done, Phoenix comes over and squeezes you.

"Let me see!" She exclaims and you give her your hand. "Holy shit. This thing should be a registered weapon!" You laugh loudly and lower your voice. "I know right?" She motions to Bradley and he walks over. "Bradshaw, look at this! Did you know Bagman had money like that?" She asks and he shrugs. "I helped him pick it out."

Phoenix's eyes go wide and she glares at a sheepish Jake. "I'm going to kill him." She jokes and you slap her arm playfully. "Hey, at least let me get down the aisle first." You continue greeting everybody and Jake stands off to the side, letting you have your moment.

Your dad walks over to him and gives him a hug. "I'm proud of you. You're both very lucky to have each other." Jake closes his eyes and leans into the embrace. "Thanks, old man. I just wish my family could be here." He says while blinking back tears.

Your dad holds on a few seconds longer before pulling back. He keeps his hand on Jake's shoulder. "It's their loss. Maybe one day they'll come around, but for now, just try to enjoy it." He comforts and Jake nods while swallowing thickly.

After everyone settles down, you all make your way to the bar and spend the rest of the night drinking and celebrating. Your friends and family mingle and get to know each other, while your dad and Maverick reunite and reminisce.

Jake catches you staring at your ring and walks over to wrap his arms around you. "Do you love it?" He asks and you turn in his arms. You lean up and kiss him with a grin. "Almost as much as I love you." You tell him and he hums.

The two of you fall silent for a moment before you speak again. "Y/N Seresin. That has a nice ring to it." Jake nods thoughtfully and pulls your hand up to kiss your ring finger. "Yes, it does."

You're interrupted by chanting as the countdown to the new year begins. Jake looks at you and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. "Ready?" He asks and you lean into him. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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Oscar Piastri / Carlos Sainz

Title: I'm not sorry at all

Pairing: Oscar Piastri / Carlos Sainz

Characters: Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz

Prompt: Oscar comes to Carlos' room to try and sort out the events of Spa but it ended at bed. Top Carlos- Bottom Oscar

rating: 18+

"You ruined my fucking race." Carlos screams at Oscar as soon as the Spaniard opens the door. Oscar rolls his eyes, he's not in the mood, he came here to talk this out. The McLaren car is on fire at the moment and the accident cost him a chance of big points, maybe even a podium. "It ruined mine as well Carlos."

"everyone knows you don't make that move on the inside line." Carlos snaps as he pushes Oscar back into his room. "There wasn't much more I could have done, i'm not sorry, it was just a racing incident."

Carlos takes a step forward and it's almost like slow motion, Carlos pushes his hands into the hair at the back of Oscar's head and kisses him with angry passion. Oscar whimpers, his knees going weak from the shock of it, he's not mad about it though, Oscar lets his mouth fall open, Carlos gets the hint instantly and sneaks his tongue inside while deepening the kiss.

They keep on kissing like that for a while, Oscar is confused at first Carlos was angry with him and now he's kissing him. Carlos breaks away from Oscar's lip and peppers little kisses along Oscar's jaw line, and down his neck, goose bumps prickle all over his skin. "How bad you want me Oscar?" Carlos smirks dangerously.

Oscar doesn't say it with words, instead he grips his fingers onto Carlos' stubbled jae and pulls him back up into a kiss. Carlos smirks into it and runs his hand down Oscar's body until he reaches his arse cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze. Oscar moans into it and accidently rubs his own cock against Carlos' he can feel how hard the Spaniard is.

"You are a dirty boy Oscar." Carlos growls and digs his finger tips into Oscar's sweat pants and roughly pulls them down along with his boxer shorts. Oscar gasps, Carlos wastes little time and wraps his hand around Oscar's already hard cock. "Off, take yours off." Oscar is already a moaning mess, he doesn't want to be the only one practically naked. Carlos drops his cock and removes his own red Ferrari sweats and his boxers. "Happy now Oscar?" Oscar looks Carlos up and down and smirks at him. "I am actually."

None of them move for a small moment, both men just stare at each other waiting for the other to make the move. They both clearly want this but who will be first to cross the line from work mates to fuck buddies?

It's Carlos who makes the first move, he walks over to his nightstand and takes a bottle of lube out of the door. Oscar's mouth falls open, he is speechless, Carlos keeps smirking at him. "So do you want to make it up to me or not?" No Oscar does not want to make it up to Carlos, he did nothing wrong! But this seems like a challenge, like Carlos wants him to him to back down, Oscar does not back down to challenges.

"Oh Carlos, I am not sorry. I am not sorry at all but if you want to fuck me, I am not going to say no" Oscar bites his lip, his heart is pounding out of his chest he's not sure where the confidence has come from but this feels amazing and exciting.

Oscar is feeling very proud of himself as he arranges himself on all fours in the middle of the Carlos' bed. Carlos on the other hand as been stunned to silence and is currently coating his fingers with lube. The Aussie sucks in a breath feeling the bed dip behind him.

Carlos massages the area around Oscar's hole with tip of his finger, he lets the Aussie tense up in suspense the slides the first finger inside, pulling a loud squeak from the younger man. Carlos wastes little time and starts to thrust with the single finger, feeling Oscar open up easily around the first one, so he slides a second one to join the first. Carlos works his way up to three fingers. Carlos is the one feeling a little devious now, he sinks deeper inside and rubs Oscar's prostate, the younger one moans in pure pleasure only for Carlos to remove his fingers completely.

Oscar grips on the sheets and tries to remain as calm as possible, his body is shaking with need and anticipation. Carlos digs his fingers into Oscar's hips and bumps the head of his condom covered cock against the wetness of his hole. Carlos rubs the head of his cock against him a few times, just to be tease then slowly starts to sink inside of him. Carlos is going slow and it feels more like torture than pleasure.

"You can fuck me Carlos, I'm not some blushing virgin." Oscar snaps, Carlos growls and pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside again, hard. "So it's hard you want it Oscar?" The Aussie nods, Carlos starts a rough deep pace, so hard that the headboard slams against the wall with every thrust into his body.

Carlos thrusts deeper and harder with every thrust, in search for the younger man's sweet spot. Oscar moans with every thrust into his body, he wants Carlos to know how much he's enjoying himself.

Oscar has never been taken like this before, Lando always goes easy on him and he had done more topping than bottoming during his time in Formula two, but this is amazing"

Carlos has finally found what he's looking for, Oscar arches his body high off the bed and moans loudly, he hits it one more time then avoids hitting it while still brutally slamming into Oscar.

"I need to come, Carlos please." Oscar moans and pushes back, pure waves of pleasure fill his body, he reaches down for his cock, only to have his hand roughly slapped away. "Carlos please, this is torture."

"Oh you want to come? That's cute." Carlos thrusts in, extra hard this time, pulling another embarrassing moan from Oscar. "Carlos please."

"You want to come? Then I think you owe me an apology." Carlos growls and starts to fuck Oscar with all his might. Oscar's head is spinning from the pure tortured pain. Carlos is a cunt, Oscar hates him. He should have seen this coming, what else can he do? "Please Carlos, i'm sorry for ruining your race."

Oscar can almost hear the smile on Carlos' face, finally fucking finally Carlos slams into his prostate, he barely gets the chance to enjoy the sensation before its slammed into again, it happens over and over again until finally it all becomes too much and Oscar comes all over the bed sheets in front of him.

"You've ruined my bed sheets." Carlos tuts, while continues to slam into Oscar's now limp body, he's close now he only manages a few more sloppy thrusts before he's spilling into the condom inside Oscar.

"I think you've ruined me." Oscar rolls over with a dopy smile on his face, Carlos is just staring at him with an unreadable facial expression. "It was good though, no?" Oscar smiles evilly.

"It was very good, but my apology was fake, i'm not sorry at all."

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maniime · 2 years

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Can You Do A Vampire Raph x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do It In A Lemon 🍋

151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 89. Mating season 112. Biting/marking 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 5. “MINE.” 95. Gentle sex and Turning Into A Vampire

Vampire! Raph x Reader +18

(This is my first smut so please go easy on me😭)

You've been dating Raphael for a couple months and everything seems to good to be true, he treats you like a queen every single day. This day especially because it's y'all anniversary and Raph said he has something special planned. The naughty thoughts of you two together runs through your head, you can't help but be excited for what's in store.

The night before you had bought some lingerie for this specific occasion. This will be the first time seeing you in something like this and with the season changing, you know he can't help himself. You put on a coat and he towards his home.

When you arrive, he's already headed to you in a fast pace. he picks you up bridal style and takes you straight to his bedroom. The bed was decorated with rose petals and the sweet scent of the candles really set the mood.

Once he got to the bed slightly threw you on top of the covers with his hands already opening your coat. He smirked when he finally got to see your sexy outfit. You were wearing red babydoll lingerie with a tiny thong that had a small bow on the front.

" Aw, is this all for me? You really shouldn't have "

His sarcasm made your face feeling even hotter than before and had your thighs clenching together. He loved that he had that effect on you, no matter what he says to you. You look into each others eyes and you hold his face.

" Everything I do is for you, my love"

" Well then that leaves one question for you"

" Oh really and what might that be?"

You give him that knowing smile that he adores so much, it's like you enjoying teasing him on purpose. He watches as your eyes widen when he flips you on your stomach and leans over to you ear.

" Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?"

His voice makes you tremble from how low and raspy it had gotten. Raph wastes no time ripping off your thongs which causes you to gasp loudly.

" Hey! I just bought those Raphie!"

Your pouting ceased when he smacks your ass with his bare hand, open palmed.

"Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me"

the only responses let out afterwards were soft moans from him kissing all over your body. He's nipping and sucking on your skin, knowing its gonna leave troublesome hickeys later. He kisses all the way down until he reaches your already glossy wet folds and spreads them open with his fingers.

This makes you let out a small whine while you push your half closer to his mouth impatiently.

" Don't be in such a rush, we have all night long together babydoll"

“Please”

“Please what?”

It was killing you with how long he's been teasing you. You can feel his breath right where you want him.

" Please take me and make me truly yours. Please Raphie, I can't stand it anymore!"

His tongue immediately went to work and licked in between your folds which causes you let out a scream.

Your legs began to move wildly when his tongue started to dart in and out of you. He used his arms to hold your thighs in place. Eventually he got to your clit and started sucking on it until you saw stars.

"Oh! R-Raphie please give me more"

He moved from your more than eager dripping pussy and smirked down at your shaken state.

"Wait no longer, I'm gonna give you what you deserve"

You were flipped on your back with your mind still in a daze. He wastes no time plunging his dick deep inside you. Your bodies become intwined with one another as he continues to thrust his hips against yours.

All you could do was wrap your legs around his waist and moan his name over in his ear. He started kneading your breast while kissing you passionately as you moan in his mouth.

He feels your insides tightly grip around him, letting him know you are almost reaching your limit.

" I-I'm gonna cum Raphie!"

" I'm gonna make sure everyone knows your MINE!"

His thrust begin to become sloppier as he starts to unfold so you kiss him one more time.

“Bite me.”

You both stare into each others eyes panting like wild animals then you guide him to your neck.

" Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I want to be by your side for eternity"

With that you release yourself around him while loudly moaning out his name in complete ecstasy. He growls as he clamps down on your neck, filling your insides with his cum. He groaned from feeling your juices dribbling down his dick, watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Raph pulled out of you slowly, making you whimper from the emptiness. He pulls you closer, kissing your head as you start to lose consciousness.

“Love you Raphie…”

“Love you too babydoll”

The next time you awake from your slumber, you will be just like him. ❤️

#raphael #raphael x reader #vampire #tmnt x reader #tmntxy/n #tmnt 2014 smut #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse raph #vampire!raph

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mysticalgalaxysalad · 1 year

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So I'm thinking more Sith!Obi-Wan thots 😈😍

Suppose it's your first time as his date to some fancy Imperial gala. He's delighted to show you off, and of course, dance with you. Maybe dancing gets him in the mood for other intimate embraces, and you find yourself being tugged into a nearby coat room/closet for a secret tryst.

Ohohooo, yes, bestie 😏❤️

Imperial Love

Ship: Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader

Summary: Sith Lord Kenobi invited you for a gala evening and things get heated after first round of dancing.

Rating: explicit smut, 18+, minors don't interact

Warnings: vaginal fingering, pussy licking, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, pussy drunk Lord Kenobi deserves his own warning 😏, squirting

It all started with a single package with a fancy sticker. For my love.

You sigh and smile, knowing who sent it, even if it wasn't signed. Lord Kenobi had an exquisite taste for beautiful things. So when you opened it, and found beautiful, long, high slit, dark blue dress with little diamonds, that look like starry night sky, you were not surprised, although your eyes widened with adoration. The dress hugged your figure so well, enhanicng every curve, cleveage being deep just enough to tease.

You couldn't stop at yourself in the mirror, feeling so pretty. You finished your makeup and hair and eventually it was time to meet with Lord Kenobi.

Obi Wan already waited before your room. His golden-red eyes widened at the sight of you, lips parting in admiration and awe. His possesive side tells him to fuck all Imperials and their galas and to destroy you right now at your bed, but this evening was somehow important, to his annoyance. Obi Wan watches you with hungry eyes, making you blush and your stomach flutters. You smile at him, watching him kissing your hand like a gentleman he is.

"Sith hells, you look incredibly gorgeous, my sweetheart," he pulls you for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, you look breathless and panting. Absolutely delicious. And only his.

"Shall we go, love?" You nod and Obi Wan leads you to the gala event. You both look so good and everyone turns to you, admiring how you look together. Sith Lord proudly shows you off, but his hand never leaves your side.

You both have a great time and dancing round already started. Lord Kenobi pulls you closer to him, as you dance, his hands slowly roam over your body. You can't stop looking at him, biting your lips in attempt to muffle your moans, and when your ass grinds against him slightly, Obi Wan can't handle it anymore.

"Fucking hell, girl, you drive me crazy," he growls and leads you away to nearest empty room. He locks it behind you and in the second is on you, kissing you so passionately, leaving you breathless and needy for him.

"Mhmmm, my Sith Lord, please, fuck me already," you moan, rubbing your thighs together, as his mouth cover your neck in hickeys and love bites. Obi Wan groans, his rock hard cock twitches at your words. He slides hand between your legs, finding you soaked with arousal. He smiles.

"How can I say no to such a good girl? You are my good girl, only mine," he praises you, rubbing circles on your clit, before sliding two fingers into your pussy. You whimper his name, holding onto him for dear life, as he starts such a pace, that has you keening and panting for your Sith Lord. It doesn't take you long to cum hard on his fingers. Obi Wan watches you, as he licks his fingers clean and kneels before you.

"Good fucking girl, deserve a reward," he winks at you and throws your leg over his shoulder, his hands and the Force keeps you in place, as he latches his mouth on you. You moan loudly, hot pleasure flowing your veins, warmth spreads from your lower abdomen to your other parts. Obi Wan eats you out with vigor, like a man starving. His eyes eventually close and he actually moans, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue.

"A-Hhhh, ahhh, Obi Wan, mmghhnn, I'm- fuckinghellshitrightthere- gonna-"

"Cum for me, my dear, let me taste you, give it to me all," Obi Wan purrs and you climax again, grinding hips needily into his mouth. He laps at your juices, dripping down his chin. When you come down from your high, a sight for gods awaits you. Sith Lord Kenobi kneeling before you, his lower face drenched in your release, panting and moaning with eyes still closed.

Eventually he gets up and kisses you again, you can taste yourself on him. He picks you up, letting you wrap legs around his waist, as he frees his painfully hard cock, already leaking precum, and rubs it against you, making you whine.

"My pretty woman, I'd do anything for you," he whispers and slips inside you. You both moan in unison, he lets out string of curses, as he desperately tries not to cum right now, feeling your pussy tighten around him.

"Ah, fuck, so tight- so good sweetheart-"

"F-fuck yes, Obi, right there, fuck- don't stop, please- ahhh-"

Your needy groans of pleasure echo in the room. Lord Kenobi angles hips, slamming into your sweet spot only he can hit, and you keen, eyes rolling into your skull. Obi Wan curses again and fucks you faster, harder against the wall. He doesn't give a shit, who hears you, the only thing that matters right now, is your pussy clenching around his cock. He's lost in your pleasure, totally lost in the sauce.

"Ahhh, fuck- Obi Wan- ahh-"

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, hard and unexpected, you can feel warm liquid soaking Obi's lower abdomen and at the same time he spills inside you with a growl of your name, some of his cum drip down your thighs. He thrusts few more times, before stilling completely, holding you in his arms and kissing you softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

After few minutes, when you both calmed down, he slides out of you. Your legs feel like a jello, when you try to stand, your knees buckle and Obi catches you, before you can fall. He smirks at you.

"Ready to come home, love? I am not done with you yet."

#Sith!Obi Wan x reader #Sith!Obi Wan x female reader #Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader #Smut #Sith!Obi Wan smut #Sith!Obi Wan x reader smut #Thots #I hope you will like this bestie #😏❤️#Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi #Lord Kenobi

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ramayah · 2 years

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❝𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞ — male! pirate! x male! pirate! reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — fluff (kissing, (somewhat) flirting) + angst (crying, forced marriage)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) — hinted sexual intercourse at the end !!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — please do not press " KEEP READING" if mlm/gay relationships make you uncomfortable, if you choose to do so, anything you read that makes you uncomfortable is your fault !! Fem aligned (including she/he) please do not interact !!

'' Ah, Captain? Are you in there?" One of the most important crewmembers on the ship, the (hopefully) soon-to-be Duke Charleston, inquired, knocking on the door with his scarred knuckle before bringing both of his calloused hands behind his back.

'' Sorry, I was fixing my. . . coat. What matters shall I help you with?'' Captain [l.name] questioned, leaning on the doorframe with a gloved hand on his hip. '' I- I was just wondering around deck and came to your. . splendid cabin and-'' A light-hearted chuckle came from the captain, the present blush on the crewmember's face more evident then ever. '' Nothing would make me happier, dear friend! Come and sit.'' The friendly gesture was nothing to the captain, however, such a simple gesture made Charleston's heart skip a beat. It was not supposed to skip like that in the company of a captain, a male captain at that. He was not going to become the first homosexual Duke of his father's prized utopia. He did not desire such piercing gazes and hateful words towards his family, especially towards his dearest mother.

'' Would some whiskey soothe your nerves? Or maybe some tea would do better?" Swiftly, [l.name] grabbed two clear glasses and a whiskey bottle. " Whiskey would do just fine, Captain, thank you.'' Charleston spoke, fiddling with the peeling skin before a coaster was set in front of him, the golden colored drink gleamed in the light, the ice cubes shaking inside of the small square shaped glass.

'' Now, since we've got some whiskey to soothe such a mood, what's got your feathers in a twist, dear friend? I'm sure such an issue could be brought to the table, if you surely wouldn't mind." Captain [l.name] was such an oblivious fellow, but it did add to his fine charm. The man's face grew grim, sorrowful words on the tip of his tongue. His mouth went agape before shutting again, hands gripping tightly on the glass cup. Licking his lips, he began to speak. " I just need some advice, captain, if you wouldn't mind giving me some?" The tense feeling in his shoulder dropped immensely when [l.name] produced a sweet smile, " Of course, I'd love to help a fellow such as yourself out. Now, tell me what's going on.''

With taking a sharp inhale through his gritted teeth, he begun to speak about the trials and tribulations he has (and still is) going through with his father, Duke Henry of his beloved utopia. '' He expects me to marry a woman that I do not know! He married mother out of full adoration and affection! Does he not think that I, his eldest son, does not deserve the same?" The male inquired, tears prickling at his dark brown eyes, his hands now feeling clammy. Nonetheless, not regarding the expression present on [l.name]'s face (an expression that sympathized the man, filled to the brim with pity that showed brightly in his [e.color] hues.), he continued the conversation. '' And there's one's heart who I wish to own forever, yet I can't fulfill such a yearning desire of mine. Ridiculous, isn't it? Here I am," He paused a little before laughing to himself and sniffling a little as a few tears dropped down his face, " talking to a pirate with a silly hat. You know, the feather was a bit. . too much, I do love it nonetheless, don't fret."

His voice was breaking with each sentence and shaky breathe he took. He looked down at his reflection in the whiskey, a man with weary eyes peered back at him. “ Well, I’m not sure about the father situation. However, I do understand where you are coming from and I am completely with you. Although, your father, from what you say, is completely horrible and hell-bent towards the thought of you being married to a women that you have no affection towards. Have you told him about you know who, though?”

“ What?”

“ Your affection for another. It may be out of my way to inquire such a thing, but am I wrong about such a guess?”

The male was quite baffled at such a question. “ —No, I, I have not.” – “ Hm. Disregarding that, this another you are speaking upon, your issues with courting may be regarding your efforts. Do you know anything that they like?” With both whiskey cups now empty, a harmless hiccup left Vic’s throat as he swooped his silky blonde locks back with his hair, licking the faint taste of whiskey off his lips with little to no effort. “ Mmm,” He hummed softly, tapping his lower lip with his index finger. “ Wh- What do you like?” Being his oblivious self, [l.name] laughed pouring himself another glass of whiskey and pouring his companion a glass of purified water. “ I asked about them, silly, not me.” A groan came from Noah, dragging his hands down his face. “ You’re sho obivious! I love you,” His words slurred as a hiccup erupted from his throat, his face becoming flushed due to the whiskey and the male in front of him, “ idviot—!” Not being used to the taste of alcohol in his system because he never had it made his slur his words and his eyes feel quite heavy.

“ Noah, please, let’s get you to your cabin, alright?” Captain [l.name] suggested, chugging down the leftover drops of whiskey before walking over to his beloved crew member and piling him onto his back, giggles coming from the other. “ You’re shoooooo strong! ‘Nd you smell good, like flowers and oats.” Laughing slightly, he could feel the soft breaths of Noah on his neck, goosebumps producing on his skin. Opening the door to Noah’s cabin, [l.name] set the man down in his bed and pulled the covers over him before a sigh parted itself from his lips. “ Goodnight, Noah. I’ll leave a drink of water by your table in the morning, sweet drea—!” The captain got pulled down into the bed of his beloved crew member, Noah effectively tangled his body with the captain before wrapping his arms around [l.name]’s waist. “ Don- Don’t leave me, please. Stay with me, just for tonight. .” He whispered into the other’s ear, pulling his crush closer to him. “ I can’t, how about I-”

Before the man could come up with an excuse on why this situation shouldn’t be happening, Noah smashed his lips on [l.name]’s soft plump one’s. Noah’s eyes fluttered closed softly, the yearning feeling not coming to rest as he pulled the captain closer, the faint taste of whiskey crawling its way onto Noah’s tastebuds as he licked the captain’s lower lip, loving the way he tasted. “ Hah, ah. . No-Noah, please-! I, I really need to get my mapping done.” Looking at their current position, [name] on top of Noah, straddling him, hands planted onto Noah’s chest, [name] looked like he couldn't care less about some stupid mapping.

“ How about I take the stress away, okay? Just a few minutes will do you some good.” He reassured the man that his stress would be taken away, with pleasure given to him in return. Gulping down the fear of not finishing work, “ Yes, please.”

Such an interesting request from ole' sweet Captain [l.name], the captain who is now begging for mercy from such powerful thrusts.

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13as07 · 2 months

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Object #4

(Pain/Nagato Uziumaki)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to morbidprince]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Don't worry, this part isn't mental health check level smut. It's just a fluffy soft Pain fic

Should I do a part five? With more Nagato fluff? Or maybe I’ll just make this a super long series and have fluffy parts with all the members to counter act all the smut. Idk I need opinions

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"Princess?" Nagato's voice calls out again, his feet making quick work to me. "Your back..." he mutters, fingertips running over the 'good as new' skin stretched over my spine.

"Ya, Itachi fixed it. I don't know how though," I fill in the blanks, tilting my head back.

The dry orange-haired man is distressed, face scrunched up as his eyes scroll over my body. "It seems your back isn't the only thing he fixed," he mutters, head dipping down. He hesitates for a moment before resting his chin on my shoulder. "I wish to hear about your day."

"Do you?"

Pain is silent for a beat before he answers. "No," he mutters, head tilting so his nose is resting against my neck. The metal of his nose piercings press gently into my skin, coating my neck in a gentle chilliness. "Have you decided where you wish to go tomorrow?"

"Kind of," I murmur, leaning backward so my back is pressed against Nagato's chest. "How long are we going to be gone?"

"However long you wish."

"Two weeks... not counting travel time?" I ask softly, worried I'm being too greedy and that it'll cause Pain's switch to flip. I know he'd never hurt me... unsexually, at least. That doesn't mean I enjoy his coldness though. Or how quickly his attitude towards me changes.

Nagato stays quiet, his breathing puffy his chest out and gently swaying me. "As you wish. We might have to... adjust our plans though." That's code for 'Pain is going to do work' on our vacation. Whether it's information collection, kidnapping, or killing somebody is beyond me, and I don't wish for it to no longer be beyond me.

"Alright," I mumble, tilting my head to rest it against his. "I want to see that waterfall you took me to a few months ago. The one with the two statues."

"The Valley of the End?" Nagato asks, a sigh escaping him with the question.

"I don't know. We don't have to go there," I whisper the last part, worries of Pain's bipolarness filling my mind. "I can pick somewhere else."

"It is alright. I have business in the Hidden Lead and something to handle in the Hidden Sound so it is quite perfect." The explanation comes out as a grumble, making me question whether Nagato is telling the truth or is simply trying to calm my nerves.

"Alright."

"I will give you three weeks, travel not included, aside from my business," he mutters against my skin, brushing kisses to my throat. His mouth piercings snag like the ones on his nose. Unlike this morning, Pain is careful as he moves across my skin, careful not to nick me again.

"Naga?"

"Princess?"

"Are you Pain or Nagato... Or Yahiko?" My heart races with the question, worried that Pain's good mood won't stretch any further today if it'll even stretch this far.

He falls quiet, sucking a bit of my skin into his mouth. His focus stays there, bruising my skin some more as he stays silent. "It is complicated. Would you like an explanation?"

"I don't know."

Silence envelopes us again, Pain's mouth focused on marking a part of my shoulder this time. "Pain is an alias, Nagato is my consciousness, Yahiko is my body," he mutters against me, kissing the new bruise.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I know, Princess. All you need to know is that I am Nagato." The explanation still doesn't make any sense, even in the dumbed-down state it was given to me. "Nagato is who cares for you." The sentence comes out soft, the usual harshness not present.

"Does Nagato love me?" I ask, snapping my eyes closed and holding my breath once the sentence is out.

His movements stale, lips still pressed against me. "Why do you ask?" My breath comes out rough, almost painful as I exhale. I shrug my shoulders, deciding I no longer want to have this conversation. "I care for you in ways you need and want. I protect you from the cruelty of the world. I have removed worries, destruction, and torments from your life. You are one of my reminders."

"One of your reminders for what?"

"For why the akatsuki exists," he mutters, lips back in motion. Pain works his way around my back, the gentle pressure and pokes of his piercings chasing his lips.

"Does it bother you that the other members... enjoy me?"

"Not particularly. I cannot be around in those ways all the time. If you enjoy yourself it does not bother me."

"Is that why Hidan is hanging in a tree?"

Nagato hums a yes, lips trailing back up my other shoulder. "Hidan hurt you in an unenjoyable way, so he shall know pain. You cannot enjoy yourself if you are slowly bleeding to death and slipping into unconsciousness."

"Naga?" He hums a yes again, head lifting before resting on my shoulder again. "I'm hungry."

"Then we shall go eat. Afterward, we can go down for the night. We'll need to pack and leave early if we wish to make a fast pace." His arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the bed before settling me on my feet.

Pain is back to business, hand wrapped up in my chain to lead me behind him. I can already feel the coldness filtering from him, our soft moment to be left in the med-bay.

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My eyes trail over Nagato, watching him carefully clean his piercings and poles. His fingers are nimble, tugging out another pole from his arm. My sight trails over his fingers, watching him dip the towel into the water mix before he scrubs at the metal.

"Why do you do that?" I ask, crawling out of our bed to head toward him.

"Why do I do what?" Pain asks, his eyes flickering up to catch my sight through the mirror.

I settle my hands on his shoulders, toying with the poles poking out. "You clean your pole things every night. The same routine. One at a time. Why?"

Nagato's focus shifts back down to the metal, scrubbing at it again before sticking it back into himself. "Well, I clean them so they don't get infected. I clean them one at a time because without them I can no longer control this body."

"That is confusing," I mutter, fingers wrapping around one of the poles. I tug on it, raising it a bit. The sound of it moving sends shivers down my spine, in a not-nice way. "They make a weird sound," I add, shifting it back into place.

"It is the sound of my blood shifting around the metal," Pain explains, mimicking my actions to clean a new pole. "My piercings do not do that, but the poles across my body do. Have you packed?"

"No," I whisper, toying with the bar through his left ear. I shift it sound, twirling it in a circle. "I don't know what to pack."

"For the Leaf Village, it is usually hot and rains most nights but doesn't get chilly. The Sound Village is usually gloomy and rainy, so it's cold most of the time."

"So, a mix of everything?"

"I will pack your bag," Nagato sighs, eyes flickering up to look at me before he goes back to the project at hand. "You will forget something anyway."

"Alright," I hum out, shifting my focus away from our conversation.

I litter his neck with kisses, working my way down and across his shoulders as Pain works away. My nose occasionally bumps into one of his poles, getting me a disapproving grunt.

When his grunts occur more often, I stop covering him in kisses. Instead, I mess with his necklace, running my fingertips over the chain links and toying with the spikes of it. "Naga?"

"Princess?" He groans, tilting his head back. My eyes trail over his, rolling over the purple swirls. "What is it that you want?"

"I don't know," I mutter, clinging to his chain as I coat his cheeks with my lips. "I just missed you today."

"Do not say that," he husks out, head tilting back upright. "It is displeasing when you say things like that. What is it that you want? I cannot fulfill your expectations if I don't know them."

"I don't know," I repeat in a whisper, resting my chin on the top of my head. "I just want your attention."

"You have my attention," Nagato mutters, chest puffing out before slowly falling back down in another exhausted exhale. "I do not know how to fill your request, Princess."

"Not all your attention," I grumble, eyes jumping around the mirror to take in Pain's figure. He's a pretty sight to look at, even if it's not his body... or maybe it is? I'm still confused about his explanation earlier.

"You are chatty today. What has changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have had you for a year or so now. You have never been this curious about me. What has made you so curious?"

"I spent some time with Konan today," I answer shortly, shifting my eyes away from the mirror. "I guess I just realized I don't know you like she does."

"Of course you don't. Konan has known me longer, she will know more about me."

"Really? No way," I mutter under my breath, pulling back from the emotionally stunted man.

"Princess?" He calls, hand shooting back to grab hold of my arm. "I don't like repeating myself. I cannot fulfill your expectations if I don't know them. You need to voice your needs."

I shrug my shoulders, eyes flickering between the room and Pain's tilted back head. He's getting upset, eyebrows forwarded and jaw set as he looks at me. "Do you like Konan?" I ask softly, deciding to focus on our closet.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you love her?"

"Of course not. Do not be unintelligent," Nagato mutters, letting go of his hold on me. "Just because I wish her safety does not mean I love her. You are present here, not her, unintelligent Princess." He mumbles the last line, his words almost lost under his breath.

"Naga?"

"What is it that you need now?" He huffs, his patience running thin.

"I like you," I whisper, eyes shifting back to the mirror to take in his reaction.

"Do not say that either. It's displeasing."

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"Princess? Princess, you need to wake up," Nagato groans, hand cupping my arm as he shakes me. "It's time to be awake. Be awake."

"I am awake," I mutter, shifting to my side. My body bumps into him, encouraging me to cuddle into him and slip back off to sleep.

"We are awake," he repeats, arms wrapping around me before I'm lifted. "We have to get going to make the most of daylight." Pain carries me out of bed, holding me bridal style as he shifts around the sheets.

"I am awake," I also repeat, wrapping my arms around Nagato's neck as he stands up. "It's too early."

"You, Princess, live a timeless life to eliminate any anxieties being cooped up could cause. You do not know if it is early or late. You do not know the day, the month, or the year. You live with no worries because I have eliminated all possibilities of them."

"Fine, I'm tired," I whine, burying my head into his neck. "I want more sleep."

Pain exhales through his nose before letting me tumble back down on our bed. "Go back to sleep while I pack. Then you while be awake for the day so we can go on your trip."

I curl up under the blankets, soaking in the only warmth available in the freezing room. My eyes are lazy, half asleep but not fully, as I watch Nagato walk circles around the room. He mutters to himself as he packs our bags. It's entertaining watching him dangle our clothing as he looks them over, checking to see if our outfits match enough for himself but not enough to be noticeable.

Once he's satisfied with his choice of outfits, Pain's attention shifts to the make-shift vanity. His movements are slow, moving our stuff around slowly and softly so it doesn't make as much noise as normal. "For wanting more sleep, you are not sleeping," he mutters, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"I'm resting my body. It's pretty much the same thing," I mutter, burying my head under the blankets.

I stay like this, bubbled in the heat of our blankets and shifting around consciousness and unconsciousness. After what seems like forever in my hazy state, Nagato's hands slide under the bedsheets, pawing around for me. "Princess?" He calls, the sound of him and the sheets shifting fills the room before his head pops under the blanket as well. "Hello, Princess."

"Hello, Naga."

His face scrunches up, nose curling at the nickname today. "Do not call me that," Pain mutters, shifting forward to wrap me in his arms again. Like before, I'm lifted from the bed, but this time he takes the blanket with him. "I believe you are cold, not tired."

Nagato is not wrong, but he's not right. Despite the majority of my wounds being healed, my body still aches from everyone the day before. "Whatever you say, Pain," I mutter, wrapping myself - and the blanket - around him.

"Do not call me that either," he grumbles, settling me on the ground in front of our closet. Despite his tone, Nagato seems entranced by our closer again, shifting through our clothes in search of something.

"What should I call you then?" I ask, poking around my bag to get a look at the clothes he packed.

"Just... Nagato."

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Pain's fingers dig into my thighs, clinging to my skin as he carries me across the lake. My eyes are set downward, watching as he walks on the water. "How do you do that?" I ask, nodding towards his feet.

Nagato stalls for a second, shifting me on his back before tipping his head towards me. "Chakra control. Would you like an explanation?"

"Yes, please."

His steps start again, hands back to clinging to me as he walks. "I control my chakra flow to my feet. My chakra then clings to myself along with the water molecules."

"So it's like a floating board between us and the water," I mutter, watching the ripples caused by Nagato's steps.

"Kind of," he mutters, stalling his steps again. "Would you like to see what it's like?"

"I don't have chakra, remember? That's why I'm not a big bad Akatsuki member," I tease, running my hands through his hair before shaking his head a bit.

"Chakra is our life force. If you are alive you have chakra," Nagato corrects, shifting me to rest against his torso with him pressed against my back instead of me pressed against his. "Besides, even if you had Shinobi level chakra, you would not be an Akatsuki member. Would you like to stand on the water or not?"

"Sure." Pain's hands flip from being under my legs to being under my arms. His movements are slow as he lowers me, just enough that the bottom of my sandals rests on the water's surface. "Nagato?"

"Princess?"

"What do you mean by 'I wouldn't be an Akatsuki member' anyway?"

My question is ignored as he carries the brunt of my weight, letting me take fake steps on the water as we continue forward. "Because I do not care if Deidara, or Kisame, or Itachi, or Kakuzu die..." The speech isn't finished, the 'but I care if you do' isn't spoken, but it still hangs in the air.

"What if I wanted to be a member," I push, mind set on getting the terrorist leader to voice his feelings for once.

I'm snatched up from my dangling position, pressed against his chest as Pain's fingers dip into my sides hard enough to promise new bruises. "I have worked very hard to give you a sheltered life and I am working even harder to not have to shelter your existence in this world. If you ever even think about the possibility of being a member again, I will cage you like the object you are to ensure that you are safe from the cruelty our lives have to offer."

Nagato's threat scares me a bit. It's a reminder that he's not some traveling businessman, and is a terrorist who has done terrible things, even if I don't know the details of those things.

"You show you care in weird ways," I comment, letting my legs go loose around his waist. The group leader looks at me with pursed lips and a tilted head but doesn't comment back. "I like you," I mutter, burying my head into his shoulder.

"I will drop you and let you drown."

"No, you won't."

"... no, I won't."

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What I assume is as close to anxious as Pain can get waves off of him as the outskirts of a village falls into view. His hand clings to my necklace, keeping me less than a step apart from him. "So... this the Leaf Village?" I ask, knowing the answer is most likely no, mostly from the lack of trees and the overabundance of hills.

"No, it is not," Nagato mutters, tugging me closer. I'm buried in his frame, his chest bumping into my back as we walk and his hands ghostly pawing over my hips. "This is the Valley Village."

"The Valley Village?" He hums a yes, head on a spiral as we walk past the first line of buildings. "That sounds dumb."

"Yes, well that is its name. Shall we find food and then decide on somewhere to stay?" It's phrased as a question but toned as a statement, Nagato's mind set on ushering us behind the safety of walls before the sun - and the village's foot traffic - goes down. He's always insisted that there is safety in numbers, hence his unliking of us being out during the night when the amount of buzzing is at the daily low.

Pain's closeness somehow gets closer the further into the village we go. I'm pretty sure if there was a way to embed me in his skin, he would while we're away from the hideout. "What do you want to eat?" He whispers in my ear, keeping his eyes low as I'm ushered down the road.

"A plater of rainbow rolls sounds amazing right now," I answer, squirming in his hold. I like the few occasions Nagato clings to me, but I don't like the feeling of him pretty much shoving me down the street.

His hold loosens a bit, hold still firm but less bruise-threatening. "As you wish," he mutters, head picking up some to scan the buildings. "Perhaps let us find a place to stay first," Pain mutters, eyes locked on the Inn tucked in the corner a few feet away. "Then I will find you a platter of rainbow rolls."

"Good ones, not those convenience store ones. They always taste gross."

"I would never get you sushi from a store," he mutters, ushering me across the road. We make a beeline for the hotel, Pain scanning the street again before tucking me inside the building. "Be silent, be hidden," he whispers in my ear before tugging me towards the desk.

I do as I'm told, keeping my mouth screwed shut and tucking myself into his side. Nagato calls this 'hiding in plain sight'. It's a lecture I get every time we go somewhere. Don't do anything to stand out and you won't, so I don't.

My eyes trail around the entrance as Pain talks to the receptionist. My attention snags on the indoor pond, the marble tiles of it glistening because of the setting sun. In the water is a school of koi fish, their colors mimicking the sunset.

"Princess?" Nagato whispers in my ear, his arm wrapping around my waist to tug me further against him. I hum a yes, stopping myself from using his name; another lecture I get everytime we go out. The leader's name is 'seen as a curse among the common world' or whatever he says, so I can't use it in public. "I got us a room," he mutters, gently leading me forward again.

"A fancy room?" I ask, eyes tearing away from the pond to take in the hallway decorations.

"Yes, a fancy room," he grumbles, eyes scanning the wall plackets in search of our room. I'm tugged to a stop when he finds the right one, my body tucked between his frame and the frame of the doorway. "See? Fancy," He continues to groan, pushing the unlocked door open.

The room is fancy, at least as fancy as an outskirts Inn can be. The room is decorated in that fake gold stuff and vibrant whites. The sun melts through the big windows, coating the bed in the colors. The windows give a nice view of the mountain range, at least a section of it. The sharp edges of the stone are both beautiful and terrifying as my eyes scan over them.

"Is it displeasing to you? I can get us a different room," Nagato rambles, his usual business tone coating his words.

"It's not displeasing. I think the view is pretty," I answer, squirming from his engulfing frame to enter the room. I quickly slip out of my sandals before settling on the bed, facing towards the window with the intent to memorize the view. "I should have brought my camera or at least my sketchbook," I mutter regretfully, the idea of making the view permanent for myself out of reach.

"I brought your camera and I will grab you some paper while I'm out," Nagato sighs, securing the door before his attentions focus on our bags.

"You did?" I ask, attention shifting away from the view as a smile covers my face.

"Of course I did. I did not wish to listen to your whines about lack of photos," he answers, his patience starting to wear thin from the long travel and unforgiving sun we experienced throughout the day.

Maybe it's a good thing Nagato decided to eat in instead of going to a restaurant. I think him having a little break from me will help his patience rebuild.

"I like you," I repeat, my smile getting bigger as I turn back towards the window.

"I do not like repeating myself, Princess. I already told you to stop saying that. Say it again and I'll abandon you here."

"No, you won't."

"No, I won't," he mutters more to himself than me. "That does not make your statement any less displeasing."

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