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bkglovergirl · 27 days

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♡𓂃Room 381

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲 ࣪The school tells the students the exciting news! now you gotta deal with the fact you have a new 'husband' who could care less about this whole situation.

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The bell rings. There is tension in the air. Not because of a villain attack, no, there hasn't been one in days, but because all teachers have ordered all students back to the classrooms for an important discussion. No one knows what this is about and in this school, this could be anything. You pick up your bag and look around for any familiar faces hoping you can have a conversation about the situation, the lunch room is almost bare but you catch a familiar redhead and run up to him. “Hey Todoroki!” you smile at him giving him a small wave. He stops his movements and looks at you.

“Hi,” he says. It sounds very bland, you think, but what can you expect? Maybe he’s nervous as well.

“Can I walk with you to class? I’m nervous about this big discussion thing.” Todoroki starts walking but looks at you to continue the conversation so you take that as a yes and follow.

“What’s there to be nervous about?” you give him a face.

“What’s there? Are you for real asking me that right now?!” You turn to walk backward and face him. “I don’t know, let’s think. A Hero retires, A Hero has died, they are shutting down UA, a student has gone missing, the teachers are robots, and they want to recruit us!” It seems Todorokis's blank face has gotten even blanker.

“All those were completely reasonable until the last one. Do you always automatically think of the worst-case scenarios?”

“Well kinda but it’s not my fault.” you cross your arms, “you gotta think of the worse case scenarios when it comes to this line of work-!” you walking backwards didn’t notice how close you were getting to the classroom, which means you didn't notice the blond who was right near the door causing you to bump into him.

“Watch it bitch!” Bakugou pushes you away causing you to fall about into Todoroki.

“Alright asshole I’m not a freaking domino! You didn't need to push me!” you yell back in defense moving away from Todoroki. All Bakugou can do is give a scowl and walk into the classroom. “I Know I said it but I’m gonna say it again. What an asshole.” Todoroki nods following you into the classroom.

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“Alright class I regret to inform you that the school board has decided that not only is it not enough we teach you hero skills we must now domesticate you. Following your continued hero work you will now be paired with someone who will be your fake married partner. You will have your dorms, each including bedrooms that only you can access with your thumbprint. You will be monitored with a sensor. If you can’t get along and you get no points or even worse, negative points you fail the semester. Which means no work study. No fighting.” Aizawa slips into his sleeping bag unusually quickly. The class is quiet for a moment before yelling commences. Questions are yelled and it isn't until Aizawas face looks annoyed it gets silent. The room is quiet enough you can hear other classrooms having the same reaction you all just had. You can’t help but think you were so far off in your assumptions and at this point you wish a hero was retiring. “I will answer questions but I am not talking over all of you.” Hands are quickly raised.

“What happens if you are paired up with someone insufferable?” Yaoyorozu asks, she’s bold but the majority of the class was thinking about it.

“To help encourage points if a pair can get over a 100 and have an overall ‘A’ Grade, you and your partner have the option to switch pairs with another group who is also in an overall ‘A’ Grade.” You and a couple of people sigh. It’s a relief.

“How does this Sensor work?” Midoriya asks, noting that he already has his notebook out on his desk.

“It looks like a camera, but it’s not. Created by some tech-savvy departments, it can sense and scan emotions and calculate to decide what points a pair shall receive. For example, if the pair gets into an argument, the machine with scan picks up what it needs to and calculates it into the point system. And more Mumbo jumbo.”

“So why exactly is this happening?” You ask.

“The school board wants to show what it’s like to balance the life you all hopefully will have when you graduate while still being a hero… there is more to it but that's neither here nor there. Pairings will be posted in a few. I need a nap.” And that's it. Aizawa closes his sleeping bag and the class is left with dreed until the pairings come out.

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A knock is heard at the door and Aizawa slowly unzips his sleeping bag and answers the door, grabbing the paper and walking in front of the class. Everyone is quiet. Aizawa tapes the paper onto the board. “Some of you are paired with people in here and others are paired with others in other classes. I want absolutely no complaints. Next to your name is the room of your dorms.” As you would expect he goes back into his sleeping bag and the room is engulfed in chaos, everyone runs to the board, adrenaline running to see who they got. Gradually pairs start forming some cheers and some blushing tension. You get to the board and scan the paper. Down at the bottom in black ink ‘Y/N L/N and Katsuki Bakugou room 381’

“You gotta be fucking joking.” Of course, you two find your names at the same time. Why does he sound so disgusted, you're a fucking treat! You are about to remark him but before you can Aizawa comes out of his sleeping bag.

“It looks like you all found your names. Class is going to start now, so go back to your seats.” Are we just going to act like nothing just happened?!

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The class had ended, and the girls and you were walking to your new dorms with some of your things from your old dorms. You were quiet, way too quiet for someone to notice.

“Girl you okay?” Ochaco hugs your arm, “normally you are leading our conversations.”

“No, duh, she’s quiet! She's got Bakugou as her husband,” you say silently, wondering if Mina could be any louder.

“I’m gonna die. Or my eardrums are gonna die. Either way, something is dying!” You can’t help but complain.

“What’s the deal with you both anyway?” Kyoka questions, “Normally people can have at least one decent conversation with Bakugou, But I’ve never seen you guys even hold a simple conversation. He won’t even communicate in battle with you? And he communicates with Midoriya.”

“I honestly don’t even know.” Truth is you did know and it was an embarrassing story that no one can get out of you. You went to middle school with both Bakugou and Midoriya. Over time and God knows how this happened you gained a crush on him and decided it would be a brilliant idea to confess. When you did it was a total embarrassment not only did he laugh in your face and shut you down, but He told those punk friends of his and they made your middle school life an embarrassment. You swore since that day he was your enemy. Childish yes? But still partly true to this day.

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You wave the girls goodbye and look at your new dorm you share with your new ‘Husband.’ You can’t help but think how ironic this is. You take a deep breath and enter the dorm. In the dorm is surprisingly a kitchen to your left and a small living room area in front with a door leading out to a balcony. Bakugou is sitting on the couch in the living room. It’s clear he’s already made himself comfortable with how he's sprawled out he is. You decided it’s just best to wait it out in your room and make yourself dinner once he goes to bed. You look and see two doors one with your name on it and another with Bakugou’s to the right of the living room area, you start walking over to your respective door.

“Don’t expect shit out of me.”

“I never expect anything out of you.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Bakugou stands up facing you, “Who do you think you are saying that?!”

“If you aren't gonna put in any effort I’m gonna say whatever I want to you assface!” You both hear a ding. You didn't notice it before but over the TV is a point counter. Negative one. Not even five minutes into the dorm and you have negative points. “Oh now look what you did!”

“I didn't do that!”

“Yeah, you did!”

“Not my fault I don’t wanna do this stupid ass simulation. I just wanna be a Hero. Number one hero at that. A family and wife-” he points at you, “is just a stupid distraction from that and I don’t need this.” you roll your eyes and walk into your room, “DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!” and you slam your door. You place your stuff down on your new bed and sit down putting your hands to your face. Your blushing?! Why the fuck are you blushing? Is it because he called you his wife? Which is stupid and just delusional, did you not hear what he said? A million thoughts are running through your head as you question yourself but nothing can deny the feelings in your stomach.

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hamiltonaf · 8 months

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Oh my god I’m so excited to see your requests are open I wanted to request something for the lovely Daniel ricciardo being more handsy with reader while on the paddock and him getting interviewed about it later since the fans have been posting pictures of their intimate moments and him kind of joking in a “how could I not?” Type of way? Thank you

PDA | Daniel Ricciardo

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Female Reader

Word Count: 907

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello loves ! Firstly, apologies for the delay in writing requests as I had a lot going on. If you’ve sent in a request, I’m working on it, just bear with me :) Hope you babes enjoy. Thanks anon for requesting .xx

The Monza GP was a special race weekend for Daniel, besides his home race. With his Italian roots, it’s his second home so indirectly another home race.

This special race weekend had inspired him I guess you could say for our relationship to be full on public. For the many months we’ve been together, I’ve made my few appearances in the paddock and sometimes alongside Daniel but rarely. I quite enjoy our relationship being private, but I guess if he’s happier with us being public then so be it.

Besides the rare ‘papped’ pictures of us together - which left some people to question on numerous occasions if we’re still together - we don’t even have posts of each other on our socials. It’s always the private but not secret kind of story posts…I guess that all ends now.

I only managed to arrive in Monza on race day, no pressure. Note the sarcasm. As soon as we jumped out of the car, I suddenly felt sick at the thought of all eyes on us.

Daniel noticed I zoned out, he then snapped his fingers in front of me, “Babe are you okay ?” He asked concerned. “Yeah I’m okay” I forced a smile. He grabbed a hold of my hand and I guess he noticed the clamminess. “Are you sure you’re okay ?” He furrowed his brows. “You look nervous” he added. “I’m not gonna lie…I am” I admitted with a sigh.

“Nervous about what love ?” He asked concerned. “I’m not used to attention in public” I said as I looked everywhere but him. He then grabbed a hold of my face to look at him, “Just relax. I’m with you every step of the way… I just want to show you off to the world without hiding it anymore. I want to love you publicly and not hide it anymore - not gonna lie, it’s also kind of getting hard for me to resist touching you” he smirked.

After laughing along with him, it helped a lot with easing my nerves. Thank god for sunglasses as well. As long as I had them on, the nerves didn’t exist. We walked in the paddock hand in hand, nothing major.

Up until it was time for Daniel to leave the garage, he surprised me by engulfing me in a hug and leaving a kiss on my cheek. “Good luck babe and be safe” I said softly to him before he left. I failed to realise that being a new wag means being watched at all times.

I don’t know what had gotten over me, a boost of confidence and a moment of being proud for Daniel’s great race finish had me returning the favour of engulfing Daniel in a hug and leaving a kiss on his cheek. He then lifted me up and spun me around. In that moment it felt like we were the only ones in that garage and everyone else was muted.

Before we knew it, he had to quickly leave to attend to post-race interviews. I waited patiently in his drivers room and decided to waste some time on my socials. As I was scrolling, a video was already uploaded of one of Daniel’s interviews. Out of curiosity I decided to play it.

“So Daniel, incredible result in the Alpha Tauri today ! Brilliant drive, where did that come from or perhaps should I say who helped with that ?” Natalie teased. He immediately started blushing and looked away, it was so cute to watch. “Welllll” he trailed. “Oh come on, tell us how (Y/N) motivated you today. You guys make a lovely couple and I have to ask since everyone can’t stop talking about how cute you both are, you can’t seem to leave her can you ?” Natalie joked.

“How can I not, have you guys seen her ? She just makes me so happy and she’s one of my biggest cheerleaders. I’m a really lucky guy and I just wanted her to be apart of my special weekend. Today’s result was all so I could see that reaction from her” he smiled proudly. “You mean this one ?” Natalie asked as she then showed him the array of pictures that were taken of us today. “Paddock favourite already. Well, thank you for your time and hopefully we’ll see you both at the next race weekend. Cheers !” Natalie said lastly. “Of course ! Cheers guys” Daniel said lastly before the interview ended. “Handsome guy” he said from behind me.

“Oh my god ! Dan you scared me” I said as I placed a hand on my chest. “Sorry love, let’s get going” he said as he held his hand out for me to hold. With our fingers entwined, we walked through the paddock to the car. Fans and photographers around had taken pictures, I didn’t mind since I was comfortable at this point.

Once we got into the car, I broke the silence “You really did a hard launch today” I smiled. “That wasn’t a hard launch for me” he pouted. “What was missing ?” I furrowed my brows. “This” he said as he cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. So much for thinking we were alone, I quickly broke away when I heard screaming from fangirls. “Well, that really was a hard launch” I said as I felt the heat flush my cheeks.

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enluv · 11 months

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The Wedding Date

PAIRING! - jay park x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! - When invited to her younger sisters wedding in two weeks, Y/N L/N faces traveling alone back to Korea for the ceremony. While this seems bad enough, Heeseung, the man who left her with no explanation after four years of dating, happens to be the groom's best man. Determined to show everyone - most of all Heeseung - that her romantic life is as full and thrilling as ever, Y/N hires the ever so charming Jay Park as her date.

word count: 7.4K+!

warnings: angst, suggestive content - it’s implied and mentioned that reader & jay did the devils tango so please note this fic is16+ BUT it’s nothing crazy so just be warned, profanity, cheating, heeseung is super duper not cool in this tbh, lmk if I missed anything !!

genre(s): 16+!! - there are no descriptions of sexual acts but it is stated briefly so read at your own risk, rom-com, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, rent-a-boyfriend, & also slow burn romance but fast paced story

coco’s love note: this story is based on and inspired by the movie “the wedding date” some parts will be similar and depict similar instances while some will be different to fit the characters and the plots I’m writing for them! thank you so much & enjoy! (remember feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3)

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Park Sunghoon and L/N Soohee to celebrate their marriage this June 30th at three o'clock.”

The words on the wedding invitation make your eyes roll, it’s laughable. Knowing neither of you had talked in almost two years it was a wonder why Soohee had chosen to invite you to her wedding. Perhaps it was your mother, she'd always wanted her two girls to get along at some point, but that was easier said then done. Or maybe it was your stepfather? He'd always said you were his favorite, maybe he'd somehow convinced her to invite you. Attending the wedding wasn't what worried you the most though, it was the thought of showing up alone.

Sure you could show up flying solo and hope no one would bat an eye, but did you really want to put yourself through that? The millions of whispers thrown at you as you walk by with no one on your arm? Absolutely not.

That's what brings you here, on a hot summers day as you read the morning paper from the patio of your home. The ads all consist of different services, some are posted for models, some plumbers, even things like babysitting, but you're on the hunt for one thing and soon enough an ad catches your eye. It’s perfect. The ad reads -

"Rent-A-Boyfriend: Are you in need of a date? Want to keep your parents off your back? Need to brag to your friends? Have to keep the relatives at bay? Well look no further! Hire me, Jay Park, profesional boyfriend. I can be anything you need me to be for any occasion! Shoot me a text at XXX-XXX-XXXX or email me at [email protected]! Business inquiries only. Excited to date you soon!”

The ad had done its job and quickly enough you'd left Jay exactly seven different voice messages.

— YOU HAVE SEVEN VOICE MESSAGES, TO LISTEN: PLEASE PRESS NUMBER ONE.

VOICE MESSAGE #1 (9:17 PM):

"Errmmm...oh! It’s recording haha. Hello! This is Y/N L/N, umm so basically...oh um sorry I am so nervous haha. Okay so basically my name is Y/N and I need a date for my sisters wedding this month. Normally I'd have a date by now but I don't have the time to go out and date someone for two weeks and then force them to go to Korea with me ya know? So that's where I was hoping you'd come in! Oh shoot my time is running out...ummm okay give me a seco-"

VOICE MESSAGE #2 (9:23 PM):

"OH! HI! Sorry it cut me off last time haha oopsie! Anyways so basically the reason I need a date is because well basically I have this ex boyfriend his name is Heeseung and he kinda sorta dumped me like out of nowhere about two years ago. It was super sad but I was just like eh whatever dude. Then I came here to America haha not a good idea, anyways so yeah and he's gonna also be at that wedding because his best friend is actually the groom which makes him the best man and I can't-"

VOICE MESSAGE #3 (9:34 PM)

"Sorry cut off again but I can't show up alone it would be so embarrassing and we were engaged too by the way I don't know if I mentioned that already but yeah we dated for almost four years and he proposed to me and then boom just ended it so that's why I cannot by any means show up alone. Plus this is my baby sister that’s even more embarrassing, my younger sister getting married before me? Total loser moment."

VOICE MESSAGE #4 (10:45 PM):

"Sorry I forgot to give you details about the wedding lolz. It'll be in Korea, the countryside to be specific. It's on June 30th at 3pm at a wedding Chapel in the town we grew up in. We have to be there a week before. No worries though, l'II pay for our plane tickets. Since I'm the sister of the bride I have to do a lot of things with the bridal party and since you'll be my boyfriend you'd be doing things with the groomsmen. Sorry if that's too soon for you or if it doesn't work with your schedule, I'll pay you double I swear! I just really need this, need your help Jay."

VOICE MESSAGE #5 (11:38 PM):

"Um hi again, this'll be quick I promise. I just wanted you to know that if you can't do this it's okay! Thank you for your time. I really appreciate you.”

VOICE MESSAGE #6 (12:49 AM):

"Oh shit sorry this was an accidental dial. Have a good night haha! Sorry again!”

VOICE MESSAGE #7 (1:23 AM):

"Just give me a call back at XXX-XXX-XXXX if you do want to take the job and if not, no worries! I completely understand how last minute this may be. Have a good night Jay, sweet dreams."

— YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICE MESSAGE: TO LISTEN PLEASE PRESS NUMBER ONE.

VOICE MESSAGE #1 (3:45 PM):

"Hey Y/N, this is Jay. I got your messages...all seven of them. No worries, I'd be happy to play your boyfriend at your sisters wedding, and about your ex, don’t even worry about him, we'll make sure he regrets his decision to ever leave you. You said we leave next week? Just send me the plane ticket and I'll be on that flight. See you soon Y/N, and don't worry too much, you've got this."

“Woah! Hottie in aisle three am I right?!”

“What are you talking about Sunoo, stop staring at the people riding our planes. It’s a long way back to Korea they don’t need you ogling them for all ten hours.”

“Excuse me but did you not say you’re waiting for your rent-a-boyfriend? Babes I think that’s him.” Sunoo points his perfectly manicured finger towards aisle three where a man dressed in black slacks and a white button up sits comfortably flipping through a book. His head turns up as he feels your eyes on him and a smile flashes across his face.

“Alright, go meet your hunk and sit down, we’re taking off soon anyway.”

You begrudgingly take a seat in front of him, if you’d known he’d be this attractive you’d definitely not have hired him.

“Are you Y/N L/N? Or am I completely wrong and making a fool out of myself?”

His voice is sweet, soft and husky, you turn slightly to face him and meet his soft eyes. No judgement is seen on his face.

“Hi! Yes I am Y/N, I’m assuming you’re Jay? Well you probably are haha, because I got you the seat behind me…okay so anyways hello!”

He laughs softly and nods his head, “Get some rest Y/N, we have a long week ahead of us. When we land let’s go find you a dress and talk business, that okay with you?” Your nod of confirmation has you both relaxed as you turn back around to do just as he said.

“How does this one look?”

“I think you look great in it, remember you’re beautiful and you’ve got a lot going for you. He’s gonna regret ever breaking up with you.”

“Ugh I can’t do it, I need to look good so no one asks me any kinds of questions!”

“Y/N I think you’re overthinking this a bit, just go with whichever dress makes you feel the most beautiful.”

“I think you look the best in the red one, uh personally speaking.” Jay eyes the boy cleaning the other dressing rooms and nods with a tight lipped smile.

“Hmm thanks kids, I’ll keep that in mind.” Pushing back in your eyes fall onto the hanging red dress.

“Alright so let’s talk business, we need a story. You’re the new temp at my job and we just started dating, let’s just say four months ago. You’re crazy about me and I asked you out because surprise surprise I’m also crazy about you too.”

He nods and gets up to leave the room but right as his hand reaches the doorknob you pull him back, closing the dressing room door.

“Here,” you shove an envelope into his hands, “count it. It’s six thousand even.”

Jay takes the envelope and begins putting it into his pocket but you insist he counts the money, he does so with an amused smile flashing across his face.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll pay for the expenses but if you ever want a piece of this,” he gestures to himself playfully, “we gotta talk money before anything happens.” Your scoff makes him chuckle, he’d only been kidding, he’d most definitely let you have him for free if you asked.

Jay takes in the venue of your sisters engagement party. It’s big enough to host more than fifty people, and it’s doing the job pretty well. He can tell you have a big family. From what you’d mentioned, your mom was Korean but moved to America for school and originally met your dad their but when he was out the picture she met your stepfather and the rest was history. Now your little sister, presumably the petite brunette eyeing you both now, was getting married to someone you’d both grown up with and his best man was you ex. Jay thinks your ex is a dumbass but he’s held his tongue on that thought knowing you’d probably get upset with him.

While he’d only known you for a few hours tops (not including your plane ride) he knew you were a kind person. You’d rambled to him about how you and your sister hadn’t spoke in two years yet here you were back at home to spend her wedding with her. He found it odd how you said yes to joining her bridal party activities but chose not to question you. He never understood sibling love much.

He watches as your sister runs towards you pulling you into a big hug, her smile never quite reaching her eyes but you’d never pick up on it if you weren’t paying close attention. He takes a note to ask you later why you two haven’t spoken in so long, but before he can gather his thoughts her voice breaks him out of it.

“So Y/N, who’s this? He’s cute…” her voice trails off and makes Jay internally cringe, it’s obvious she wants a reaction out of you.

He watches as you calmly turn towards him, resting an arm on his as you say, “This is Jay, he’s my boyfriend of four months. I decided I would take you up on that plus one offer!”

Momentarily your sisters eyes flash with what seems to be jealousy or maybe sadness, Jay can’t tell but he knows she looks anything but happy which is odd for someone about to marry the love of their life.

“Wow that’s great! How’d you two meet?”

“We met at work. I thought she was the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen in my life so I told her. She asked me out right after and the rest is history.” He pulls you closer and pecks your temple once he’s done answering. He knows just how to push buttons, especially with people like your sister.

At that very moment Park Sunghoon, your childhood best friend and sisters fiancé walks over pulling Soohee into a sloppy kiss, Jay notes he seems tipsy and excited about something. He watches your sisters demeanor change in an instant the minute Sunghoon walks over.

“Woah Y/N it’s been too long, I’ve missed my best friend, you have to visit more often seriously.”

“Oh I’m Park Sunghoon, Soohee’s fiancé and Y/N’s friend, we haven’t met before but I’m happy to see Y/N has someone to put a smile on her face.” His smile is captivating and contagious. Sunghoon seems like a nice enough guy in Jay’s eyes.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Jay leans over and offers a hand. “I’m Jay, Y/N’s boyfriend. She told me you invited me to join in on the groomsmen activities, thanks a lot I’m excited.”

“Of course! Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. Let me get your number and I’ll add you to the groupchat, we start soon so just be ready.” With the promise to text soon Sunghoon and Soohee are quickly whisked away leaving Jay with Y/N.

“Your sister seems…nice…”

Y/N can’t hide her laugh as she straightens her dress out, “Mhm love her to death but she can be a lot, now if you’ll excuse me I need to pee, I’ve had way too many drinks! Wait for me here.”

When exiting the bathroom you never thought you’d run into Lee Heeseung here of all places. It seemed as if lady luck was anywhere but on your side, as you watch him emerge from the door next to the same one you’d just came out of, his eyes grow wide as he spots you, quickly making his way towards you.

“Holy shit, Y/N! I was hoping I would see you here! You look beautiful as always.”

Your hearts beats as you look up towards him. It’d been almost a year since you’d last saw Lee Heeseung. He’d broken your heart in all of five minutes over the phone after spending a week in America with you. It was heart wrenching and soul crushing but you’d healed…or so you thought. Seeing Heeseung again was like ripping off a bandaid on a newly fresh wound. Heart begging to be held by him once more you knew immediately you had to find a way away from him and fast.

Thankfully just as you’d pulled away from his arms up ran your old friend Karina. She’d been someone you’d hung out with in high school and always called you up whenever you visited Seoul. Her squeals of excitement and hands pulling you into a hug helped with the longing to be next to Heeseung again. She looked towards him with hostility and popped the question right there in front of him.

“Y/N I’ve missed you so much! AH! Who’s the hottie you brought with you? Rumor has it he’s your new boyfriend…you tell me though, wanna hear it straight from the source herself.”

At this Heeseung’s head perks up from his previous gaze at the floor. He’s expecting to hear an answer, it’s obvious in the way his eyes stay on you.

“Oh. Um yeah. He’s actually my boyfriend. His name is Jay and we met at work. He’s the sweetest, you have to meet him! I’ll introduce you two soon.” Once again Karina’s squeals fill the air and Heeseung waves goodbye as she tugs you towards where Jay stands surrounded by your aunties. They seem to be enjoying the compliments he throws at them and you laugh quietly as you listen in on his conversations with them.

Jay watches as you stop to talk to someone by the doors of the bathroom, he contemplates walking over to you but decides to stop himself. He isn’t here to protect you, you can do that all on your own, he’s just here to provide some comfort in a stressful situation. His peaceful time of watching you is quickly interrupted when your aunties come over and preoccupy him. He’s done this before and is quick to play the best boyfriend he can be.

As soon as you walk over you’re pulled away by your aunties (much to his dismay) so Jay sets off to find something to keep himself busy. He soon spots the same man you were talking to earlier out on the balcony alone and decides to talk to him, he seems upset, might as well do something while you’re gone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jay asks walking over swiftly to the man and smiling down at him.

“Oh. Uh. I guess it can’t get any worse than this. There’s this girl who I care about a lot,” he pauses to look back inside and Jay follows his gazes to where you sit with your sister and friend from before and his mind begins to turn, “I guess you could say I love her but of course with my luck, she’s here with some other guy.”

Jay lets out a low whistle and begins to talk but before he can process the situation you’re asking him if he’s okay and giving him a kiss on the lips, it leaves him dazed.

“Hey Y/N.” Heeseung says once quietly.

“Hey Y/N.” He repeats, this time louder than before.

Jay has a sudden realization as he looks back up at Heeseung, this is your ex, the same ex who broke your heart and the reason you hired him to be here.

“Oh hey Hee! Jay, this is Heeseung, he’s my ex.”

“Ah that’s why you looked a bit familiar.”

“What were you two talking about?”

“We were just-” Heeseung begins to talk but Jay cuts him off.

“I was telling him how we met.”

Heeseung nods frantically and stands tall again, he nervously grabs his cup and smiles, “I should head back inside, I’ll see you two later.”

“Did you see his face? Omg he looked so freaked out!”

“Mhm, and he told me he’s still head over heels in love with a girl he cares about a lot.”

Y/N’s bright smile bubbled up a feeling in Jay’s chest, but he shook it off as quickly as it came.

“Let’s get going pretty girl, I still need to meet your parents.”

Your house is huge, and yeah sure Jay is used to big houses, he grew up comfortably so houses around him were on the bigger side, but this house - your house is massive. He’s in awe as you stumble threw the front door hand in hand. A woman who looks just like you approaches speaking so quickly that Jay misses her question, but thankfully you’re quick to answer it.

“Hi mom. This is Jay,” a silent pause ensues after you reveal who he is to her.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Jay, sorry we don’t have a spare room for you. We weren’t exactly expecting you, Y/N has never really brought you up.” Jay can tell immediately who your sister takes after.

“No worries ma’am, I can just stay with Y/N.”

“Oh sorry my mom has this thing against boys sleeping with girl-”

Your mothers scoff cuts you off, her head shaking slowly, “Nonsense Y/N, you’re an adult. I know you two sleep together it’s normal, he’ll stay with you.”

You nod back at her wide eyed, and just as you’re about to speak a man pops up next to your mother, this time Jay does know who he is. Your lock-screen holds a picture of you two at a concert and you’d pointed out exactly who your stepfather was to him immediately. He waves a quick hello at Jay and pecks your temple, but he’s quick to whisks your mother away sending you a wink. Once you’ve made it to your room it’s almost midnight and both of you are exhausted from traveling and the party.

“Y/N, I’m gonna go ahead and shower, could you hand me my shampoo? I forgot to grab it and I’m already in.”

“Huh? Oh! Shampoo right…yeah of course I’ll get it right now.” Trudging over to Jay was easy, avoiding looking at the almost see-through shower curtain covering him was completely different. He smiles once you hand over the shampoo and goes back to humming along to a song stuck in his head.

“Hey Jay, what’s your story, like how did you get into rent-a-boyfriend?” You ask him taking a seat on the lid of the toilet.

“Well I’m an only child and my parents where always busy, grew up with very little friends and I was very protected at that. I like to think I was the weird kid who ate glue…anyways once I got my much needed glow up I didn’t know what to do with myself so I just started messing around. Clubbing, drinking, sex, all of that you know. Anyways my friend Jake found rent-a-boyfriend,” he steps out of the shower and stands directly in front of you, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, “and the rest is history.” He sends you a smirk before reaching for his phone sitting next to you on the counter, giving you the perfect view of his toned chest.

“Whatever, so what you just agreed to be a fake boyfriend like that?”

“Mhm, I trust Jake with my life he’s my best friend, dude would never sign me up for something that he knew I’d hate. Now come on it’s time for bed.”

The next day wedding activities start quickly, your sister has a day planned full for the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Things ranging from kickball (which Jay seems to be very good at and just so happens to beat Heeseung’s team in) to separate bachelor and bachelorette parties.

Both parties go great, with both you and Jay enjoying yourselves equally, but if you’d asked the other you’d both say all you wanted to do was go back home and see each other. It was an odd realization knowing you’d feel better at home with Jay, a mere stranger in your eyes.

“Y/N! Ugh I’ve been looking all over for you! I missed you so much, you really suck for not visiting more. I know we’re half sisters but I love you!! I missed you so freaking much,” Soohee slurs her words into your ear as she pulls you into a suffocating hug. You nod uncomfortably and hug her back, patting her on the back as she signals the bartender for more drinks. Just from the way she stares at you, you know the night is going to be long.

On Jay’s end of things he’s forced to take home a very drunk Sunghoon, who now seems more like a friend then a stranger. Earlier he’d over heard Heeseung telling Sunghoon about how he didn’t trust him, and while normally Jay didn’t care much for how people saw him, Heeseung really irked him. Yet here he was now, helping his best friend stumble home after their night out.

“Don’t tell Heeseung I said this, but Y/N looks way more happy with you then she ever did with him. I mean don’t get me wrong he’s my best friend and I’d literally die for him but the way she smiles at you is so different from any way she’s ever looked at him. I heard you the other day, telling her she was strong and could face everyone again. I was standing next to the door you two were by, anyways yeah Heeseung would have never done that. I love that idiot to death but the second he decided to break things off with her was the second he lost a really great person. You’re lucky Jay, can you just please keep her happy?”

Jay nods at him and Sunghoon sends him a grin, he walks up the steps to his house and waves a final goodbye back to him. Sunghoon’s words play in Jay’s head like a turntable, were you really happy with him? Did he seriously make you happy? Giddiness spread through him as he made his way back to your home only a couple doors down, ready to see you for the night.

Walking back into your bedroom and seeing Jay laid out reading a book half naked was a sight you’d never get tired of. He looked up at you taking in your figure and smiled.

“How was your night pretty?” The low gruffness of his voice sent shivers down your spine as you walked closer, watching as he sat up to meet your eyes.

“Something on your mind?” He asks quietly taking your hands in his.

“I’m going to do something, and if you don’t want it just tell me no, okay?” Jay nods with curiosity in his eyes.

His eyes widen as you straddle his lap, kissing him softly. He wasn’t expecting that, but he’s not complaining, soon enough he’s kissing back and you’re both rushing to undress one another, Jay more than you.

The night ended far too quickly and as you wake up with a snug arm wrapped around you, the memories of last night come flooding back in. You’d had sex with Jay, your rented boyfriend for the week, but it seemed neither of you minded it much, both eager to be together last night. A smile forms across your face as you move to stand only to be stopped by his arm tightening around your waist.

You both stumble downstairs hand in hand, running into both your parents. Your father stares at you two and wishes you a good morning, but your mother seems to sense something is different with you both. She sets down her coffee mug and calls for your cook to make breakfast. Jay is quick to make you your morning tea. He remembers how much you hate coffee.

After the dance class your sister plans for both parties, you’re left walking around a park with Jay. He can sense something is off as you slip your hand away from his grasp.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Do you regret last night?”

You both speak at the same time, laughing awkwardly as you gesture for one another to speak first.

“I don’t regret last night Y/N,” he pauses to grab your hand, “I actually enjoyed it very much.” His laugh fills the tension filled air between you two.

“Are you sure? I can seriously pay you if that’s what you want I mean-” a tug at your wrist stops you from finishing, Jay shakes his head at you.

“Y/N you’re a beautiful idiot,” he sighs pulling you closer, “I was joking about paying me, and if you must know I’ve never slept with a client, ever.”

“Then why did you sleep with me? Oh god did I take advantage of you in a drunken state? Oh my god Jay.”

“No you idiot, I did it because I’m attracted to you, and you’re attracted to me, we’re two consenting adults who find one another attractive so we acted on it, that’s all.”

You nod at his words, still not fully agreeing with him but there wasn’t any other explanation, you were attracted to him so just as he said, you’d acted on it, that was all.

You two spend the day getting to know one another even more, Jay tells you his likes and dislikes, mother and fathers name, how he met Jake, and more. You spend hours talking before falling asleep cuddled up on your bed, tomorrow you both had to be up early for Soohee’s final days of wedding activities, starting with a nice family get together at your parents lake house.

What happens the next day is not something Jay ever wanted to deal with. As he watches you twirl around with your friends and run through the field chasing Sunghoon surrounding the lake behind your parents house, his insides churn at the thought of what he just witnessed. Not even an hour before Jay had actually gotten your fathers approval, he sat him down and they talked for an hour, he’d told Jay the story of his first time being introduced to you as his wife’s daughter and immediately knowing you’d be someone special in his life. He recounted how not a day went by where he didn’t worry about you alone in America but when you had showed up with him, Jay, on your arm his worries dwindled at the loving looks Jay sent your way.

This was not fun anymore, the angel and devil perched on his shoulders were fighting over what to do with the information he’d learned. Either he tell you and hurt you, or he could keep it to himself and just pretend he never knew a thing. The latter sounded perfect in his mind.

“And well sometimes we find the best thing for us and you know that’s not the best thing for others, so you have to do what’s best for you as a person you know and so that’s why we as humans always pick what’s best for us, we’re pretty selfish if you think about it really.”

Looking anywhere but Heeseung you’d spotted Jay, he smiled and waved you over, quickly bidding Heeseung and his odd dialogue a goodbye you’d ran straight towards an awaiting Jay.

“You seem to be very popular today Mr.Park. First my dad and just now my mom? Something tells me they like you.”

His chuckle sends butterflies through your stomach, “Yeah they said they’re excited to welcome me to the family, something about you having a terrible ex who wasted your time for four years? Your moms words, not mine.”

“She hates his guts, glad she likes you though.”

He smiles leaning in to peck your lips, “Yeah I’m glad she likes me too, kinda plan on staying for a bit.”

“Hey lovebirds, we’re taking pictures, come here!”

The next day, is the day before the wedding and it’s just as packed as all the other days but this time it’s filled with anxiety, Soohee and Sunghoon are buzzing with anxious excitement, your parents are terrified for tomorrow and everyone is sitting anxiously awaiting to give their toast.

Soohee wanted a closed family rehearsal dinner so they’d decided today would be the day to do it.

Jay sits next to you with his left hand rubbing your thigh, he listens as your mother recounts how you and Soohee fought over a boy when you were in both in grade school, she theorizes that’s why you two have a hard time getting along. Everyone laughs at the stories spewing from both your parents, the atmosphere is almost perfect. Perfect however, does not exist within this realm of people.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna go get more wine, don’t miss me too much.” You whisper to Jay standing and walking off towards the wine cellar.

A pair of footsteps catches your attention and when you turn around you spot Heeseung.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

“Heeseung, relax. It’s fine. I promise.”

“I just feel like I should tell you that, god this is so fucking hard.”

“Did you know, I actually brought Jay to make you jealous, to torture you for the week, but then I don’t know, something happened and now I’m just so freaking happy with him. He makes me so happy honestly, and if we’re being honest Hee, I am so tired of this, of me and you. I’m ready to move on for good so let’s just go back upstairs and enjoy the rest of the evening.”

The weight on your shoulders feels lifted, you’d been wanting to finally feel free from Heeseung for months now and finally you were able to do it. Finally you could be happy and be with-

“I slept with Soohee, Y/n. I slept with your sister and I think I’m in love with her. It was two years ago, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, that’s why I broke up with you, and then after we broke up we keep sleeping with each other for a few months. We stopped because of you, we knew it was wrong.”

“Can you please say something Y/N. Please just say anything please.” His pleas pierced your ears.

The wine cellar had begun to spin, the second he’d first told you, the room went dark and you couldn’t breathe properly. What the fuck just happened. Heeseung and Soohee slept together? He had cheated on you with your sister? He was in love with her.

Walking out the cellar Heeseung followed quickly behind, soon enough you’d made it back outside to the dinning area, Karina spotted you two and smiled wide but it soon dropped at your demeanor.

“Oh my god he told you didn’t he.”

“You knew?”

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“You sound just like him.”

“I promise it’s not like that Y/N-“

“Y/N?” Soohee’s voice pierces through the air around you and you know she knows what’s happening.

“Y/N please listen to me,” she tries resting her hand on your shoulder but you push her off, “Y/N please don’t say anything to Sunghoon. Please, I’m begging you.”

Strong arms pull you into them and you’re quick to hug him back. Jay feels like a breath of fresh air in the seemingly smog filled venue.

“I can’t believe you told her!” Soohee shouts as Jay stills in your arms and your world crashes all over again.

Jay watches as you take a step away from him, pushing him towards the others who’d betrayed your trust. His heart aches at the look you send him, he knows he’s fucked up, he’s fucked up really bad.

He chases after you as you walk away from the venue, he needs to make things right.

After the talk with your dad, Jay realized he’d forgotten the sun hat you’d asked him to bring outside for you so he trudged back inside to grab it but loud arguing distracted him. Being the gentleman he was, Jake liked to call him that at least, he walked over to the room to see what was happening and standing before him he saw Soohee and Heeseung. The arguing continued as he stepped into view of them.

“I love you Soohee, I miss us, I miss you.”

“Heeseung no. I love Sunghoon, we slept together for a few months but that is all it ever was. I am getting married to Sunghoon, your best friend.”

“You don’t think I know that? It kills me to see you with him!”

Jay is left speechless, your ex Heeseung and your very own sister, had slept together. He had to get away from them both, now.

“Jay? How long have you been standing there.” Soohee’s voice broke him out his thoughts and when he looked back up Heeseung was gone.

“I don’t know what you heard but it’s in the past Jay, it’s not important anymore, please just stay out of it, it doesn’t involve you.” She pushes past him out the door he’s standing next to. Jay is left wondering what to do with the information he’s just been presented..

“You knew and you didn’t tell me? How could you do that to me Jay?”

“What did you want me to say? It’s harder than it seems Y/N.”

“You lied to me. But I guess I should have expected that since that’s what you do. That’s who you are Jay, you’re a liar.”

“Really Y/N? Should I remind you that you hired me. You hired me to be your boyfriend, you’re paying me.”

“You’re right. I paid six thousand dollars for a lie and in the end I’m the only one coming out a fucking fool.”

“Hate me all you want Y/N, but it’s time you get over this Heeseung thing, you’re dragging it out, maybe now though, once you move on from Heeseung, you can cry over our relationship long enough and let it ruin your next one too.”

“Y/N? I came to say thank you for not outing me to Sunghoon today. I’m going to tell him, I just don’t want to tell him the night before our wedding.”

“You’re smart Soohee, telling him after the wedding allows you to trap him, because you know the minute he finds out you fucked his best friend repeatedly behind his back he’ll want to leave, but he won’t be able to because he’s married to you.”

“Don’t worry Soohee, your wedding tomorrow will be perfect. I’ll smile for the camera and keep my mouth shut but after tomorrow I never want to see or speak to you again. I hope you have a happy marriage built on the lies you created. Sunghoon deserves better then you’ll ever be able to give him.” Soohee’s quiet sobs lessen as she leaves the room. Finally you had some peace.

The day of the wedding felt like a blur, you’d woken up early to get your hair and makeup done, smiling when needed and laughing at whatever the bridal party said. It felt like you were a shell of nothing in your own body. Soohee tossed glance after glance at you, looking away quickly when you’d catch her. She’d never been one to like when people were upset with her and you knew it was driving her crazy to not know what you were thinking. Truth be told at any moment you could call up Sunghoon and tell him the truth, but a voice of reason seemed to still be lingering in your mind and it made you hope she’d do the right thing, tell him before the wedding continued, yet so far it didn’t seem like she’d be doing that.

Everyone rushed around the wedding chapel to get things in order, photographers and other vendors Soohee had hired ran around finding their places to make sure the day went as planned but the nerves in her stomach just wouldn’t go away. The echo of your words rattled in her mind, would she really be trapping Sunghoon? She knew if it were her, she’d want an out. She cursed you in her head as she made the decision to do the right thing, he deserved to know at least. Hopefully he’d be able to forgive her, hopefully he still wanted her.

Jay thinks whatever god is looking down on him right now is probably laughing his ass off at his suffering. He knows he shouldn’t have snapped back at you, especially not with the state of mind you had been in. It fucking broke him to hear your sobs as he turned away from you. On top of all that, now he was just going to up and leave you. He’d bought a plane ticket back home last night after talking to Sunghoon. He didn’t spill any descriptive details, and had told him a less intense version of your fight. Sunghoon laughed in his face and told him he was just in love. Jay told him to fuck off and shut up.

As he drove down the roads of the rural Korean countryside, thoughts filled his mind. He brought the car to a stop and contemplated what to do. On one hand, he had a plane ticket and his suitcases packed to go back home right now but on the other, all he had to do was turn around, pray you’d forgive him, apologize, and admit that Sunghoon was right.

Pulling him from his thoughts was the man himself, speak of the devil and he shall appear apparently. Jay looked up to find Sunghoon chasing after a very scared looking Heeseung. Someone had finally told him then, that was good. He watched as Sunghoon tackled Heeseung and they rolled down a hill. Heeseung escaped and continued running, never looking back. Sunghoon on the other hand stopped to catch his breath, catching sight of Jay in his car. He waved him down and hopped into the seat next to him.

“I love Soohee, I really do. I’m going to forgive her, she said they slept together before we officially got together and it stopped once I asked her out. I just wanted to beat his ass because he hurt Y/N.”

Jay nodded as Sunghoon rambled on about how insane Heeseung was for ever doing what he did to you. He blamed them both but he could only poor his anger out on Heeseung right now.

“Do you think I’m crazy for taking her back? For still wanting to marry her?”

“No, you love her, anyone can see. I think she’s obviously sorry, she could have not told you and just made you marry her but she gave you a choice and came clean. When you love someone you have that kind of courage, and you let others dictate your life for you even if one of the outcomes could ruin you forever.” As Jay spoke aloud to Sunghoon reality set in, he needed to go back to you, to apologize for his mistakes, to show you he loved you and accepted you and anything you decided he was worthy of having.

“Looks like we’ve got a wedding to go back to then, and I’m out a best man so what do ya say?”

Jay smiled and nodded at Sunghoon.

“Hell yeah man, let’s go.”

Seeing you again felt surreal, it made Jay’s heart beat a million times per minute. You looked gorgeous in the bridesmaids dress Soohee had picked for you, your hair beautifully styled to perfectly match you. Jay had never felt this happy, he’d never felt so excited to do something.

As Sunghoon had ran past you, Jay jogged up to you, pulling you into a kiss, he’d been wanting to kiss you again for so long, he melted within the first second of it.

“God Y/N, you have no idea how fucking sorry I am, I love you and I should have told you about Heeseung and Soohee, I just couldn’t bring myself to break your heart. I never want to be the one to hurt you, I love you so damn much, I’d rather give you up then hurt you. I know it hasn’t been long but I feel like we’ve known each other for years. I want to take you on a date, a real one, and I want to be your boyfriend, your real boyfriend, not one you rented for a week, and I need you to know that I’ll take anything you want to give me, I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, you didn’t ruin anything. Hell I’m the one ruining things. I just need you to know I care about you.”

“I realized today that I could never do what I did without you this past week. You are quite literally the best fake boyfriend anyone could ask for. I want to have you to myself Jay, don’t want to share you with anyone else, I’m done sharing. I want you to be mine, but really mine, not for a week, for a lifetime.”

“Glad we’re on the same page beautiful. We can talk more when we have the time but right now we have to head inside, I’m sorta the best man.”

Epilogue

Jay has you pressed against his kitchen counter attacking your neck when banging on his apartment door brings you both out of the lovestruck trance you’re currently in.

“Open up you fucker!”

Jay rolls his eyes at the voice clearly recognizing it immediately, but as he goes to open the door it flies open, hitting the back wall.

“Why’d you quit rent-a-boyfriend? Bro you were literally number one! I know I said I wanted to steal it from you but I didn’t mean that way idiot.”

“You can ask her why I deleted it.” He replies, pointing towards your direction.

Now standing and properly dressed, you wave at the man before you, he seems just as confused as you are.

“Pretty girl, this is my best friend Jake, and Jake this is my girlfriend Y/N.” A smile spreads across Jake’s face and he’s quick to pull you into a hug.

“Oh dude! You should have just said that! I see why now, what a dog! She’s way to pretty for you by the way.”

“Thanks Jake, I know I am but he’s a good kisser so I keep him around.”

“I like her already! Wanna go get some lunch? On me of course to celebrate you finding a girl who actually likes you and isn’t paying you to date her.”

“Deal, but just so you know, I did pay him to date me. Not anymore though.”

Jake’s mouth hangs open as you walk past him to grab your shoes, he’s astonished that someone as gorgeous as you needed to pay for a date. Jay sends him a look and promises to explain at lunch as he chases after you.

Jake would never admit it out loud but he’s happy Jay’s finally found someone to make him happy and the smile on your faces just shows him how right you are for one another.

Three years later he’s proven right as he opens up the envelope addressed to him. It’s an invitation that reads –

“You are happily invited to the wedding of Jay Park and Y/N L/N on the 31st of October, at three o’clock. Please join them for this amazing celebration!”

coco’s love note: ahhh and that’s a wrap on the wedding date! I really hope you all enjoyed it, honestly it was really fun to write especially coming up with things to fit the characters I chose for this fic in specific :) it was hard making heeseung the bad ex but he was the perfect fit 😭 and i love jay being the ml like he’s perfect for rom-coms!! anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fic and as always, feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

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A Jocked dream

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A rewrite for my first story on this blog, I hope to make it better

I am Aaron, a high schooler, I've never been very social, I was a very protected child as a kid, I'm also asexual, meaning I don't find sexual attraction to any gender, I have long hair, I'm skinny and have bland style, I'm not very smart, and I hate most lessons.

To be honest I hate it all, I'm quite jealous of everyone , wishing I could be one of the popular guys, hot and muscular with lots of courage.

Occasionally I get the chance to talk with the older guys, I feel happy around them, they said I was there friend and I could always talk to them.

Its the closet I get to my dreams

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Whilst sitting alone under a tree, Jason, one of the popular guys and football jock from the group comes and sits with me

" yo Arron what up ma bro"

Extends fist for fist bump

I look up a bit confused but happy to see him

"hello Jason" fit bumps back*

"nutin much , just waitin for class"

"isn't it math?" I say

" yeah bro that shit sucks ass"

I laugh " damn right, I fuckin hate math , sucks major ass"

Jason's a little shocked but understanding.

"YOO damn right bro, sports so so much better, why don't you join a sports team bro?

I sigh saddly

Jason notices and sits next to me

"yo bro, what's wrong"

"well.. As a child my parents rejected the notion of me wanting to do sports, quite surprising if you think about it"

Jason's head almost blew up after hearing that.

" WHAT BRO, your parents suck for that, you wanted to play?"

I look up and smile

"yeah... I wanted to play football, and I still wouldn't mind , just It's too late for me, I'm no longer a child"

Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye.

"bro, let me help you, it's never too late, coach can definitely help you"

I look up shocked and excited

I smile back and say

"yes, sure go ahead"

"YOOOOO BROOOOOOO"

Jason runs around excited as hell

He extends his hand to me

"come with me Aaron, let's get started right away,

I'll take you to coach!"

I take his hand

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Me and Jason walk through the school until reaching the sports hall where coaches office is

We walk up to the door and Jason opens it guiding me in.

Jason walks up to coaches desk

"Yo coach gotta minute?"

Coach sits up and adjusts his shirt that's tightly pressed against his large muscles.

"Jason my boy, need something?

And hm? Who ?, Looks me straight in the eye"

"well he's why I'm here, this is Aaron, my best bro, he wants to becum like me, he wishes to play football and becum a jock"

I'm feeling nervous hearing this.

"well Aaron, is that so, I can definitely help you , thank you Jason for bringing him here,

Jason please go to the locker room and get a kit ready"

"yes coach!, See you later bro",

he says to me as he leaves

"Aaron, please, sit down, let's chat"

I sit down in front of the his desk

" care for a beer son? It's a favourite between the players"

(Hmm I don't drink all that often but sure, I think in my head)

"Sure sir, I don't mind"

"please, call me coach, and take as many as you like, I just know you will want more"

I smile back, "thanks"

I take a big gulp of beer and start to sip it

"so son, you want to play football? You don't look like your very active?"

I pause for a second feeling calm from the beer

"as a kid my parents didn't want me to play sports, I was Hella protected, it's only because of Jason that this is happening"

Coach looks shocked and pale from what I said

"well that's no way to live is it! I'm glad you're here today because from now on you're gonna be a football jock, ill be the father you never had"

I am shocked by his words but also comforted by them

"thank you so much coach, I hope to make you proud"

I go to take another sip of my beer but find it's empty

Well now...

"yo coach, hand me another beer ?"

(Yo? Did I just?.. well whatever)

"hah, what did I say, the jocks love this stuff, and you're pretty much one of them now" he hands me another beer.

I go pale now, and my dick is extremely hard now my heart beating and my thoughts cloudy,

Wait.. did I just finish this beer ?

Well damn

"well son, you really like it, I'm impressed, heres another, come with me to the locker room, and don't worry, we have a stash of beer in there too!"

I take the new beer bottle and walk with him to the locker room, where my bro Jason went

(Bro? Yeah... Broooooooo)

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Walking into the locker room , coach guides me to one of the benches , it and a big screen TV Infront of it.

"sit down son, let me help you out of your clothes

watch what's on the screen"

I sit down and just stare at the screen, drunk out of my mind as I had finished the 3rd beer on the way here, coach stripping me. I begin in drool and leek pre as I look at the screen

"stare Aaron stare"

"Listen to its words, let it becum who you are meant to be, who you want to be"

I stare hard , foggy... dick... Hard.. huhu

The screen fills me up with tactics and football, all about football, and sex, locker room sex with the bros, huhu.. brooo. Im so horny now...

He moves on with his plan

He injects a serum into me, body grows

He starts to play with my expanding nipples, as my chest becums inflated and flat, my arms exploding in hard muscle with hands hard and rough from the sports and the gym

My legs becum tree trunks with thighs of steel, with a tight ass.

My feet grow and expand .

Finally my washboard 8 pack cum gutter abs.

Coach then pays attention to my hard and leaking, now 12 inch dick and lemon sized balls swirling with jock cum

"having fun Aaron, don't worry, were almost over'

Now say it, recite the words you know are true

He starts to jerk me off

" I.. I am a football.... Jock

I ... Big.... Dumb

.. football....

Yeah...

I am a football jock,

.... Hee I AM A FOOTBALL JOCK BROOOOO

And within 4 jerks i cum

I cum all over, me, coach, the floor,

Ropes of cum spew for minutes as I lay there a drooling sweety dumb mess of a jock

Jason comes in with a full football kit, he's happy at what the sees

" Yoo coach, u did great"

"Jason help your bro get changed, practice is soon'

"right"

Jason comes over to me and starts to dress me.

"sup bro, what up"

As my mind clears i say

"broooooo what uppppp ,I guud brahhh that was amazing, thank you bro, thank you

"that's great bro! Anytime"

He helps he dresses in the kit, from the jock strap to the cleats and pads, all were tight and arousing .

"damnn broo I'm so horny now"

"bro same, let's help each other out after practice bro"

Yeah brooo

Once all ready, Jason gets changed and we wait

Coach comes in to check on us

"well look at you boys, ready for practice"

We say in unison

"yes coach" we laugh at that

"Aaron, come , i will need a picture of you"

"right"

I walk over to stand at a camera, my cleats clinking on the floor

"ready son? "

I nod

As the picture is taken, I'm filled with confidence

My jock fills with more pre and cum as I am

A football jock

Damn Im still so horny

Me, Jason and the team run onto the field for practice, coach bringing out caskets of beers for us at the end

"drink up boys, you earned it"

In the locker room it's a ogy of cum and beer after a good practice.

Beer, cum and football

Bro that's the life

_____________________________________________well... What do you guys think?

I think it's better, different but better

Damn if only it could happen to me

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uchihaharlot · 12 days

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Hello there, i really love your headcanons tbh maybe the realest ones here

Since I'm here its obvious im in Uchiha hell so,

Could I politely ask for uchihas turn ons and turn offs? I swear to god when i think about them horny it brings a tear to my eye from blissfulness

The realest ones? Nonny, you honor me to the highest degree and I am forever grateful you feel this way. ❤️🥹

I think a better question would be what doesn’t turn these men off (I also think I answered this differently than you might have wanted, I hope not though). 😮‍💨😌 Though none of these men are shallow individuals, so rest assured, anyone would be their type.

Semi-NSFW; just some things that make an Uchiha melt inside

Madara:

All natural women. I’m gonna be honest here; in Madara’s time, the more rounded a woman. The better (for breeding). But in all honesty, he appreciates all shapes and sizes.

His turn off is weakness, she needs to be confident. Which sounds callous, but if she’s not at minimum as much a firecracker as he is. The chemistry is off. Madara needs someone who is going to keep him on his feet with excitement, not someone who will make him second guess their intentions. The more outgoing and confident. The better.

If Madara’s laying her in his bed, she’s going to have to be a very patient woman. This man can go for hours, and a woman who can appreciate his stamina without complaint is high on his priority list, possibly good for breeding. Madara needs to fuck her this way, ok? A test drive so to speak. It’s just how he does it, raw and unadulterated lust. He also won’t tolerate a quickie like some men.

Obito:

Its no secret that Obi, bless his soul, is the black sheep Uchiha. The quiet ones are easier for him to talk to, not because they’re touch starved or anything. But because they are legitimately sweet and soulful. A woman who is confident won’t really make him feel nervous. But what he really wants is to kinda be taken care of, tenderly.

He definitely doesn’t like loud noises or sudden changes, so the more ground and constant, the better. So a woman who has a temper, is not for him. He might get riled with a little spice, but Obito definitely doesn't and won't be a push over, even he has his limits. Obito thrives in a static environment where he can make mistakes without being treated like a child, even better if she babies him a little. I'm sure there is a mommy kink somewhere to explore.

And in bed, he’s a total mess for her, does whatever she wants. If she wants to be treated like a pillow princess and owned, he'll be man enough for it. If she wants to make him beg underneath her, that too.

Shisui:

Shisui 🥹🔥 he’s so fiery!! Definitely is turned on by a woman who is into self care. Bonus points if she agrees to partner stretch with him, it's so hot being able to feel her this way and not sexually...yet. Someone who eats well, the occasional bad food here or there isn’t a problem, but damn if she’s into good diet and exercise, sign him up and don't forget, sparring is like foreplay for him. So, if she ends up pinning him down (like he planned all along), he’s gonna be so desperate for her. And she has to be loyal; to him, to the village and morality.

As for in bed? Their chemistry is so far off the charts, neither one can keep from switching positions. I really think Shisui is one of those men, like most Uchiha but on a different level even to his family, that can go for hours. Just because he can and because he likes to see her all fucked out, it's different from her usual mouthy self, which reminds me. She needs to be just as spunky and spontaneous as he, maybe not on the same level, but a woman who is down for whatever is the best kind of medicine. Especially for a man with the whole village on his shoulders.

Itachi:

I love him, he's such an old soul. They say opposites an attract and while I think he would like someone like himself, I also feel like someone who could keep him on his toes a little. If she's a scholar, this is perfect. Itachi would really enjoy someone who he can discuss world politics with. Not too in-depth, but casually. That level of self awareness the sharingan gifts them with can often leave many Uchiha feeling mismatched, but someone who has wits to his is a godsend.

As for in the sheets, Itachi is someone who is very reserved when it comes to matters of the flesh. Trust and sex go hand in hand, he's not like Shisui who can stick it anywhere, pretty quickly too, (he once told Itachi he used a spaghetti squash as a fleshlight). Trust is earned, gained and has to be absolute. Once this is accomplished, he's so damn tender. The softest moaner, but he does it right in your ear. Hearing and seeing you enjoy sex with him is what ends up getting him going harder. Even better if you speak your desires as he rearranges your insides. As time goes on, you learn what a closeted freak he really is and end up in the false atmosphere of his Tsukuyomi.

#uchiha clan #uchiha family #uchiha headcanons #shisui uchiha #shisui headcanons #itachi uchiha #itachi headcanons #obito uchiha #obito headcanons #madara uchiha #madara headcanons

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carcarcraziiv2 · 4 months

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Hii! May I send in a request for HeartSteel headcanons of: Ezreal and Aphelios x Reader who’s a hip hop dancer/choreographer in a group of dancers? (I wasn’t sure if you do multiple characters or not but if you don’t could you just do Heartsteel Aphelios?)

I had the idea from this dancer I absolutely love! And she’s in a very cool group too: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeNX3A2X/

This is great, and I would LOVE to do head cannons for more than one Heartsteel member! Plus, Phel AND Ezreal? The dancers, without a DOUBT.

UM PS??? I literally just realized that I wrote the entirety of Aphelios' as the reader being a solo dancer/choreographer *sigh*. I hope you don't mind if I keep that one? I WILL DO EZREALS CORRECTLY LOL IM SO SORRY

I know HCs are technically little burst/phrases or whatever but I am just gonna do lil shorts for these. I think it passes? lol

I hope you enjoy!

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Aphelios-

Another day at the studio. Aphelios and Alune frequented this particular studio at least once a week, using it as an outlet for not only exercise, but also to get away from all the hub bub going on at home.

As for you, you had just moved to this city. The air was vibrant with anticipation and excitement, and you decided that you would try out the dance studio near your house as a way to get to know new people and perhaps make some choreographer friends.

Although you were an experienced dancer, you still got nervous when dancing in front of new people. Especially people who you knew would know about what you were doing. Your nerves riled up within you as you took the center stage in front of all the prying eyes. It seemed as though they were having a dance show-off and you had just introduced yourself to a few of the people in there. Why not show them what else you could do?

As you start dancing, the music helping you find your tempo, you look around at the people observing you. Thats when someone in particular catches your eye.

Aphelios has been watching you since you shyly walked to the middle of the dance floor. His gaze followed your every step- and as soon as you started dancing, he was captivated.

"Like what you see, Phel?" The pink haired woman next to him nudged his side, pulling him out of his hypnosis. He nodded absentmindedly, returning his gaze to you. "You should talk to her when she's done."

He snapped his attention back to his sister, shaking his head no and rolling his eyes.

"What? Why not! They seem to be having a good time, and what makes it better than someone telling them they think they are attractive?"

Phel rolls his eyes again, pulling out his phone and typing.

Who said I think they're attractive? What if I think they are just a good dancer?

"Ha, as if. Phel, you're basically drooling," She retorts, crossing her arms after gesturing towards his face.

Your dance was coming to an end, and when you looked at the man who had been somewhat shamelessly staring at you before, you noticed he was gone. You were a little bummed by this but finished your dance off strong anyway.

Everyone cheered, some clapping you on the back and others jumping up and down in excitement.

"You're so good!"

"It's so exciting to have another experienced dancer come in!"

"Thanks everyone," You answered them all sheepishly, deciding to excuse yourself to grab a drink of water near your bag by the mirrors. As you approached your bag, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Looking into the mirror, you saw it was the man who you had seen earlier.

Turning around to face him, you smiled.

"Hello," you greeted him. He smiled back at you, lifting his phone to your face.

Hi, you're really great at dancing! My name's Aphelios. What's yours?

You wondered only momentarily why he was using his phone to communicate but weren't entirely new to the idea of that form of communication as you had friends and family who were deaf and/or mute.

You didn't ask if he was deaf, assuming he would have told you if that was the case or if you needed to use some other sort of communication aside from your voice.

"Thank you, I've been dancing for a long time. Even had my own choreo career at one point- Oh, and my name's Y/N.," You explained, all the while feeling like this person looked oddly familiar. "I did dance lessons for a few guys that were part of a band at one point, never got the in to meet all of them though." You chuckled lightly.

He lifted his phone to you again, and you peered at the letters on the screen.

It didn't happen to be Heartsteel, did it?

You squinted at the words for a moment, then back up at Aphelios, then back at the phone, then back at Aphelios.

"Oh my god, I am an idiot!" You snorted, jaw dropping open. Did you just get a compliment from Aphelios from Heartsteel?!?!

No no no, you're not! As a matter of fact, I think it's cool that that wasn't the first noticeable thing about me. I wanted to tell you- if you decide to make this your regular spot, you should grab my number and we can plan to meet up here and dance together sometime?

You were taken aback, incredulously flattered by his remark and really dumfounded that you hadn't realized who he was before everything clicked.

"That is so sweet! I would love to," you accept his phone, and input your phone number into it. To your dismay, he sends you a text as if you would have the audacity to give him a fake number. Was he really that impressed?

Either way, you couldn't help but bite your lip and dance in excitement when you got into your car that evening.

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Ezreal-

The air was filled with excitement in the studio today. A few months ago, your dance crew was contacted by a woman named Alune, the band manager for an up-and-coming group named Heartsteel.

When your manager made the announcement that your crew would be back up dancing for their tour, your heart jumped out of your chest. You were the first one to know because you were the choreographer for the group- basically her right hand.

You LOVED Heartsteel.

Now that you knew you were meeting them today, you couldn't help but be giddy with excitement. Everyone in the room was chatting amongst themselves, and you were left to your own devices as you waited patiently for the band's arrival.

Before you knew it, the short time had passed and the door was opening, your dance crew's manager scurrying in and giving you all a look before ushering the boys in.

You all took a moment to gawk before chaos ensued, and everyone ran up to meet the guys. All of the band members seemed to be just as excited as you all were, clapping you all on the backs and returning hugs.

You reached the green haired man, Ezreal, and you felt butterflies dancing in your stomach. You had always adored Ezreal (not that the other members were bad by any means, but they weren't him.

"Hi! I'm Y/N. I'm so excited to meet you," you smile, bouncing on your feet.

"I'm Ezreal, I'm excited to meet you too! I've heard a lot about your work with KD/A, and I've got to say I'm impressed!"

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. You were shocked that he had heard of you before, even though there was a solid track record under your name regarding the events you've choreographed.

"That is the coolest thing I've heard in my life! Thank you so much," You smile, completely giddy with excitement. You bid your momentary farewell as you make your way to Sett so you don't hog all of Ezreal's attention.

A lot of time passed in what felt like an instant, and before you knew it your crew was on stage with Heartsteel. The show went perfectly, and you couldn't help but notice Ezreal looking back at you and winking from time to time.

After the show, everyone was backstage, and Ezreal walked up and pulled you aside- much to your crewmate's chagrin. Ezreal gave them all a polite smile, all the while gripping your wrist as he lightly pulled you to a small hallway outside the backstage area.

"What's up?" you smiled at him, admiring how well put together he still looked after the performance.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on a job well done! You did great up there, and the moves you whipped up were perfect," gulping, you looked down at his hand that was still holding your wrist. He noticed, pulling away quickly. "Oops, sorry," he chuckled, an adorable blush rising to his cheeks.

"It's okay," you laugh lightly, "and thank you, I couldn't have done it without your help."

"Well, even after our tour is over, I'd be happy to help you more. I mean- that is- if you want?" he asks sheepishly, and you giggle at his demeanor.

"I'd love that, Ezreal," you smile, and the two of you return to the backstage area- the excitement of future plans awry in your chests.

#Heartsteel Ezreal x Reader #Heartsteel Aphelios x Reader #Heartsteel x Reader

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wileycap · 6 months

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In depth thoughts about the Netflix trailer:

There are too many shots of Aang looking serious. I hope this isn't representative of the show, because Aang needs to be goofy and hyper and PENGUIN!!! But the one shot of him smiling is great, because he actually looks happy and pure.

Same with Sokka. I have no problem with any other casting decisions other than him. He doesn't look like my goofy, loveable smart guy. The shot of him and Suki felt a little off, and I hope they end up having the same kind of chemistry that they do in the original show, instead of a real basic teen love story.

Katara looks great, but I hope the actress can do Katara's anger well, because it's such a key part of her character. We haven't seen any shots of her being angry or passionate.

Zuko might be my favourite so far out of the main cast. He seems to have that Zuko energy. I can see him being shouty and awkward. But I don't like the scene of him splitting the fire at his Agni Kai - that was perfect in the original, with Zuko explicitly not fighting back at all. And his scar is still too small, but I didn't really expect that to change anyways.

Iroh and Ozai look real good, the landscapes and scenery are A+. The Kyoshi Warriors also look AMAZING, they're probably my favourite part thus far. All in all, they seem to have nailed the vibe of the world, which is a huge green flag.

I need to see more of Appa before I judge, but I will say that my boy Appa is chunkier than that. It adds to his charm. This Appa should also have more friendly chonk energy. Momo was real good, though.

The costuming is still Netflix. It's decent, but definitely lacking in some way. But I will say that at least everybody looks like they're actually from the world of Avatar, which is a huge improvement over the previous live action.

In conclusion: I really want to see them TALK. Until we see them actually be the characters on screen, there's not much to say, except that it all hinges on that. Visually, it looks good, but if they don't manage to actually bring the characters to life, or if the writing ignores the spirit of the show, it's gonna be rough, buddy. I'm worried that this is just going to be "better than the Shyamalan version", instead of "a good show", you know?

I am cautiously excited but nervous. The One Piece live action was really good and I'm hoping that starts a trend at Netflix, but at the same time, Eiichiro Oda was heavily involved in that, while Bryke quit this one. So I guess we just have to hope for the best and prepare for the mediocre.

#avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #avatar netflix #atla #atla zuko #atla katara #atla aang #atla sokka #atla suki

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francis-writes · 1 year

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In the dungeons

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

Smut. I might got carried away.

You were standing in the hall of Palace of Justice, nervous and shivering. Not only it was cold there but also you never liked this place, it made you feel uneasy. Maybe it was the thought about all the people who were tortured and sentenced to cruel death in this building that caused your antipathy. In normal circumstances you would never come there but you needed to see your husband. He wasn't one of the poor prisoners - but who knows if it wouldn't be better for you. Your husband was no other than the infamous judge Claude Frollo.

Honestly, you wasn't worried when your parents decided that you should married him. Though his old age, in your opinion judge was still handsome and his authority and coldness somehow only made him more attractive to you. It was hard to decide whether you're friends were more frightened or disgusted when you told them about who's gonna be your husband but you always had a thing for older man. Well, maybe there was something wrong with you but at least you had fun.

I mean... for some time.

You shouldn't complain about your marriage. Frollo provided you safe, wealthy and comfortable life. You lived in grand mansion in Paris, without any duties, large group of servants helped you in everything and they were at your command. You could have almost anything, Claude was very lavish with you and he was willing to fulfil your every whim. He was smart, handsome, he cared about you and treated you with respect... your life was almost perfect. Except for one little detail. You felt lonely.

It sounded stupid but that's how it was. Your husband was very reserved and he rarely showed you any affection. He spent most of the time at work and when he came home, he was talking about his job. This... you could even understand. Due to the difference of age and passions between you, there was little amount of topic that interested both of you. But you talked with your friends. You always found yourself something interesting to do in your free time so you didn't need your husband to accompany you at the day. But at night - there was the problem.

Claude didn't avoid his marital duties, he probably enjoyed them but you couldn't stand how boring and conservative your love life was. Sometimes you noticed a glimpse of desire in Frollo's eyes. You knew you were beautiful and your husband wasn't made of stone. But the bigot in him looked for sin in any pleasant activity and that's why sex between you always was so modest. And dull.

You were young and hungry for life - that's why you decided to visit your husband in work. You hoped that you'd be able to convince him to going home earlier than usual.

You knocked to the door of Frollo's office. Hearing cold "Come in", you entered the room with a bit of a worry and a bit of excitement mixed in your heart. He was sitting behind a desk, reading documents but when you came, he stopped working and looked at you surprised.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Frollo asked with a note of irritation in his voice.

"I, uhmmm...." your throat became dry as you wondered what to say. Your husband had another disadvantage (though it was certainly very useful skill during interrogating prisoners): in his presence you always felt litlle and insecure, as if Claude was not your husband but an inquisitor arresting you.

(Fact that it was turning you on didn't help)

"I just wanted to see you" you finally said, immediately realizing how stupid it sounded.

Your husband raised an eyebrow.

"You saw me at morning and you would see me at evening when I come home. Is it not enough of my company for you?"

Oh God, it was bad idea. You tried frantically to find a good explanation for your visit.

"am I bothering you here?" You asked.

"No, not really" Claude steepled his hands "I simply thought you had an important reason to visit me"

You blushed. Well, this discussion was already awkward so you decided to be absolutely honest. What bad could happen? (Probably a lot of things but you didn't want to think about this now)

"So, I know this isn't the best moment to talk about this but I feel like I don't attract you"

(That wasn't actually true but it sounded better than "you're a goddamn prude and I want you to pound me as if your life depended on it")

"What?" Judge asked in a shocked tone.

"When we're together you seem so distant and cold... I understand that you have a reputation to uphold but... even when we are in bedroom-" God, you could feel your cheeks getting redder and redder "you... you don't seem interested and sometimes I feel that if we didn't spend nights together, it wouldn't make you any difference"

You felt silent, waiting for answer. Probably your husband would scold you for talking about such things in his work.

Claude looked at you, full of thoughts and inner turmoil. To say he didn't desire you was a complete lie. Since the very first moment he saw you, he thought you were incredibly beautiful and he looked forward for your wedding night. And after it, his feelings only intensified but he tried to hold back his desires and restrict his love life to make sure that he doesn't commit sin of leacherousness but the sight of you standing in front of him, blushing, made him forget about his doubts. Suddenly he had a wicked idea. If you felt that he doesn't desire you.. maybe it was a good time to show you what he fantasised about?

"I think that I can fulfill your needs" he said, getting up. "Just come with me".

You followed him, titillation and impatience seething in you, especially that you went down the stairs to the floor where prison cells and torture chambers were located.

When you entered one of the dungeons, Claude hanged the torch on a wall and locked the door.

"Why-" you wanted to ask but he interrupted you.

"I'm making sure that no one will find us. I have a reputation to uphold"

His stern voice and a little smirk on his face when he looked at you, made you shiver. Though you weren't sure whether it was a caused by fear or by excitement.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to see what I dream about when I look at you?"

You replied without hesitation.

"Yes"

"Then take off your clothes " he ordered. You blushed as you always made love in darkened room, under the sheets, but you began to take off your dress. You weren't going to disobey your husband, especially not now.

When you were finally naked, Frollo stood there for a moment in silence, eyeing you up as if he wanted to note every inch of your body in his memory. He probably still tried to hold his mask of a pious judge, but his face, his eyes, were barely hiding his desire and long tamed lust.

Finally Claude came closer and grasped your hands, then handcuffed them above your head. Position was highly uncomfortable but you didn't make a sound, wondering what would happen next. You could see a lot of different torture devices around the room (honestly you didn't even have idea how some of them worked) that only increased your fear.

You weren't able to turn your head much and see what's happening behind you, you could only hear footsteps of your husband so first lash of the whip was unexpected. You screamed loudly as ineffable pain pierced your back. You still couldn't see Claude but you had an impression that you heard a pleased gasp.

"I want you to count strikes while I'll be punishing you". And after a moment of consideration, he added "ehm, if you feel that you can't take it anymore... and you want to already stop, just say 》red《. Nothing else will stop me. Crying, groaning, whining, begging for mercy will be ignored. You understand?"

"Yes" you whispered. Your back felt as if it was in fire and you had no energy to speak but somehow... You wanted more.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you. And call me 》Your honor《. Clear?"

"Yes, your honor"

Then another strike hit you.

"Two!" You shouted, tears streamed down your face. Your voice was shaking, your back was burning, your arms ached because now you were almost hanging on them.

Another strike.

"Three!"

Now you openly started sobbing and whimpering.

"I am s-s-so sorry, your honor... I beg you, have m-mercy on me... I will d-do whatever you w-want!"

Frollo put bat aside and embraced you, with no regard for your hurt back. His one hand caressed your skin, wandering from your thighs, belly and spending longer time between your breasts. He buried his face in you hair, enjoying the moment. After a while he rested his head on yours, pressing cruelly his body to your suffering back.

"If you're begging so desperately... I will have mercy"

He stood in front of you and freed your hands. You fell on your knees, too sore to stand.

Frollo smiled, enjoying the feeling of power that punishing people was giving him. He took of his robe and pants. Standing naked in the light of the torch made him feel uncomfortable but thought of having sex in clothes was simply unappealing for him.

He put his hand in your hair, stroking it gently.

"I'm lucky to have such obedient wife" he murmured.

You raised your head and looked up at him, with tears streaming down your face.

"Will you..." you gulped, unused to talking openly about intimate things with your husband. Ironically, you talked about it with your friends, especially before wedding, trying to guess how your married life's gonna look like - but never with the one person it concerned. "Will you take me now... your honor?"

He crouched and took your chin if his hand.

"I thing you deserved it" Claude leaned over and kissed you. He never did it so passionately, aggresively even, before. At some point he bit your lip. You pulled of, surprised with sudden pain. You touched your lip. After seeing blood on your fingers you looked at your husband who was observing you carefully, and smiled. God, honestly you used to think about Frollo punishing you and having sex in dungeons but it felt much better than you could ever imagine. You wrapped your hands around his slender waist and sank in his lips. His hands were roaming your body, causing a pleasant shiver. You could barely breathe but you didn't want to interrupt the moment. After a moment you tried to pull Claude on the floor but he stopped you.

"No" he said standing up and grabbing your hand "there's a better place"

He led you to a massive table - or rather a rack - in the corner. As far as you were concerned, prisoner's hands and ankles were fastened to rollers on devices ends and executioner was stretching victims body until it caused excruciating pain.

"Get on it" Frollo ordered and you obediently followed his command. He began tying your hands to the rack.

"Are you gonna use it on me?" You asked jokingly but with a bit of anxiety. After all, you didn't know how far Claude wanted to take this game. Well, he told you that you can stop whenever you want and you supposed you can trust him.

"Maybe another time" he replied in a serious tone and kissed your neck, sucking on a delicate skin. Then he crawled on the top of you and stroked his member a few times until it got hard. He didn't fasten your legs to the table so you wrapped them around his hips.

"Are you ready your honor?"

He nodded with cocky smile and entered you.

It wasn't painful like the first time. For a long time it was awaited moment and you loved feeling him inside you, thrusting, feeling his warm breath on your neck and hearing quiet moans, proving that as much as he doesn't like to show this, your husband enjoys what you're doing. Usually your hands were wandering along his back, sometimes scratching it, but this time you were restrained and you could only arch your back when pleasure was too overhelming.

Finally, Claude came and fell on your body, breathing heavily. You wanted to move hair from his wet forehead but with tied hands, you could only raise your head a bit and kiss his cheek. Frollo kissed your lips and smiled.

"I love you, y/n. You know it right?" He said and you felt surprised. Of course, he was your husband but Claude rather avoided talking about feelings so you had to guess if he has any affection for you. This confession made your heart warm.

"I know, Claude, I know" you smiled. "And by the way, we need to do it more often"

#claude frollo #judge claude frollo #judge claude frollo x reader #claude frollo x reader

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undercoverpena · 1 year

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iv. sunshine yellow

javier peña x dea! f!reader | chapter four of nowhere to run

Summary: Determined to do it better this time, Javier Peña returns to Bogotá to take down the Cali Cartel. With a new promotion, office and team, what he doesn’t expect is the pretty thing outside his office—or why they’re not allowed in the field.

chapter warnings: season three narcos spoilers, no use of y/n, ptsd/anxiety, lots of worrying for no reason, smut, p in v, desk fucking. wordcount: 6.2k an: the last scene in this i am both excited and nervous to share cause the walls are coming down. tehehehehe. as always, the biggest thank you to my bestie and cheerleader @guyfieriii who lets me send her random ideas and also to @yeyinde who puts up with my nonsense and instils so much confidence in me.

“Panama DEA said no warrant, no detention.”

Sweat pooled at the waist of his trousers, his thumb digging into the space on his brow. “Fuck—“

“Plus, Jurado didn’t stay in Panama.”

Staring around, Javi sighs. “They know where he went?”

Silence. Horrid, crackling silence, before: “No.”

Running his tongue against the front of his teeth, Javi shakes his head. “So Jurado could be anywhere. Fuck!”

Stoddard clears his throat. “Also, boss. Fiestl and Van Ness have been trying you. A lot.”

“All right, well, put them through when you get them. I’m on my way back—and, Stoddard.”

“Yeah, boss?”

He drops his hand, straightening his spine. “Jurado has a wife in Bogotá. She’s American.” He drops his head, thinking briefly of you—your words of protecting him. “Put a tap on her phone.”

Three days. It takes three days, and the papers are signed for them to go to Cali.

You stand as you watch them being signed, your throat tightening the same as you did when you overheard the first talks of it. Feeling eyes on you, Stechner’s in particular. Waiting for a reaction, wondering if the volcano will finally implode.

You don’t give him the satisfaction, hiding it, bottling it—capping it somewhere deep under layers and layers, even as it uncoils inside of you. The former wounds and nightmares coming undone. Their soreness open to the world, thin cuts—barely noticeable, but they sting when the air brushes over them; when you’re alone for too long, when your mind begins to run.

You’re sure it took longer—and far more paperwork—to order a bag of decaf for one of the secretaries, than it did to send two more people to Cali.

It’s why you uncork a bottle of wine the day they’re signed. Coating your throat in it as you lean your back against the wall of your living room. Music flooding through your place, drowning out the ringing phone—muffling over hope and better days.

Cali does that, it unearths things.

It shakes the foundation you’ve cautiously built. Threatens to pull you through the soil back into the hole, looming in a corner like a shadow, ready to remind you that you’re not whole anymore—and to stop pretending you are.

Dan is well-versed in your coping mechanisms. Approaching you before lunch, hand on your elbow—not noticing the pair of brown eyes which burned into the two of you through the blinds. You hadn’t meant to meet them, but it’s natural. A pull, a magnetism. A soft smile etched poorly across your lips as you allowed your friend to drag you away.

The warm Colombian air clung to you both as you leaned against the marble embassy wall, the words washing over you as you dug your shoulder blades into the wall—pushing your feet into the ground.

“You gonna be alright? Cause you look like you’re about to murder someone—“ “I’ll murder you if you ask me that again.” Dan rolls his eyes, moving next to you, leaning. “No one would blame you for not being okay. That’s all I’m saying.” Sighing, you stare at the ground.

Time moves too quickly. That’s what you think when you’re pulling into the spot outside the coffee shop. The radio on low, barely smothering the thick and jarring tension caused by you taking them both to the airport.

Dan is the first to escape, opening the passenger side door before you can even murmur a request. Chris remains behind awkwardly, sitting in it—letting it thicken and boil as you continue to grip the wheel. The leather under your fingers warming, the veins and tendons in your hand rippling under your skin as you sigh before stepping out.

You don’t follow when he steps out from behind you—even if you want to.

Instead, you lean against your car, sliding your sunglasses on—not for sight, but for cover. Big, dark lenses that are large enough to cover the bags under them and the tops of your cheeks.

It’s easier, means you don’t need to hide whatever emotion rises, comes, and crashes. You can let it drench you, stop it from festering and instead hide it, discreetly behind the shields covering your eyes.

It was Chris who told you that you showed everything with your eyes.

The anger—the one which has become a part of you. The worries, which have been bubbling to the surface since you’d learnt it was them who were going. It all sits on your chest. Furious, like a dragon which can’t be tamed, all set to burn anyone in its wake in thick, boiling flames.

You let your fingers slide against your thumb, digging your heels into the pavement.

Flickers of Cali come to mind.

The sun, the warmth—the yellow-walled apartment. The laughter, the flowy fabrics around your skin. Then it shifts, night falling in the edges of your memories, burning and twisting—tightening your chest as you remember scarlet stained hands, graffiti letters against yellow—

“Hey,” Dan exclaims, his hand on your forearm. You steady your breath, filling your lungs, placing your palm against the cool marble. Letting it thrum through your skin, and slide into your blood. Pushing into the floor with your heels, rooting yourself, grounding down. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’ll have to hug you,” Dan says, cutting through your panic. “And that’ll be painful for both of us.” “I’m…” you meet his eyes, watching the rest of his face look as it usually did. Stern. Difficult to read. But his eyes were kind, swimming in concern. “Please be safe.” Snorting, he slowly releases your forearm. “If I had my way—“ “You wouldn’t even be going. You’d stick behind your desk, blah blah blah,” you tease, his elbow nudging you. Dipping his head, he sighs. “But, ‘course I will. He will too.”

It grows, the lump—the one which forms whenever you think about that place too much. When you let yourself think of late-night talks and ears pressed against sunshine yellow, allowing them to twist, morph and shift into a nightmare you survived—

Graffiti-covered walls; scarlet clinging to matted curls.

Your hand shakes, flattening it to your thigh, staring into the shop—watching the two of them talk to the owner. The odd word making its way to your ears, not enough to know what they’re ordering.

You are cracking. Thick lines appear through your exterior, leaving holes for more things to seep in, to ruin, steal breath and pull you back under.

There’s still pain under your nails from how hard you had to claw your way back to your desk. To the DEA. To stand straight and not quiver under the stares, hearing their thoughts: failure, failure, failure—

“Got you a coffee.”

He’s holding it out, Chris.

Blinking behind your shades, unsure when he’d returned, or how long he’d been standing there with his arm outstretched, waiting for you to take it. You’re thankful they don’t tremble when you reach out—your fingers brushing his as they do. Glancing past him, needing a focus, you watch the small vendor excitedly speaking to a less-than-impressed Dan, something which provides more entertainment than it should.

It’s still there, the torment—the past which likes to torture. It makes your throat dry, making standing seem near impossible, especially as you stare at him. At Chris.

Smirking, you shake your head. “How’re you getting to the airport?” “How’d you know I’m not driving myself there and leaving my car.” Arching your brow, you softly laugh. “Dan. The second time meeting you, you ranted about the ridiculous airport car parking prices. So, let’s say it’s a hunch.” Shrugging, he fights with a smile. You can tell. He has tells—just like everyone. His being that one side of his lip slides up, just a fraction. “I’ll take you.” He arches his brow. “I was gonna taxi with Chris.” Swallowing, you sigh. “Then tell him I’ll pick him up second.”

You say nothing—even if you think you should. So much history pulsing between the two of you as the sun slowly spreads its glow across the street. Chris just watches, staring through your lenses—trying to unmask what it is you’re hiding.

As if he doesn’t know. As if he hasn’t seen it all before—far worse than this. Seen you at the lowest, seen you on your knees, scraped and bruised. So, you watch him, until he tears his eyes away, staring down the quiet street as he sips his drink.

“Thank you. By the way.”

“No problem. I know Dan’s feelings on airport car parks.”

Chris snorts, dragging his eyes towards you, but not quite landing. “No. For... whatever you said to Peña. To consider this—to consider me.”

Rolling your lips, you hold the cup tighter. Looking over his shoulder at Dan, dread filling the space left inside of you. It expands, pressing against the nervousness—making something more disruptive, more uncomfortable.

“I’m also… I’m sorry—for how I’ve been. And before you lie, to protect my feelings, like you always do—don’t. Because it isn’t.”

You lift your chin, letting your glasses slide down your nose. It allows him a glimpse, lets him see your eyes, lets you see that familiar look in his own, an expression filtering across the face your fingers had once known so well. Slowly, just as your shoulders unknot from your ears, you watch him etch himself into someone you used to know. Someone you used to love, care for... want.

He sighs, smiling. “I’m sorry. I know why you ended things… and I get it. It made—makes—sense I just—I missed you. And…”

“I pushed you away.”

“If I hear from Stoddard that the two of you became friends—” “I will not be becoming friends with fucking Stoddard, Dan. I barely wanted you.” He smirks, nudging you. “You’re gonna miss me.” “I think you’ll miss me more.” Scrunching his face, he sighs heavily. “Maybe. You’ve got Peña, though.” Hands dropping from the wall, you frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing,” Dan says, shrugging. “Just seems like a good boss, you get on with him.”

You take a sip from the cup, the caffeine exploding into your mouth—the rich, herbs and fruit smothering your tongue. It silences your mind, and allows it to settle. Returns to a low-simmer than an overboiling mess as you stare at your ex.

The ex who used to be your friend.

Rubbing the back of his head, Chris snorts.“Yeah, you did. But, I know… I know you, Lun. You were dealing with a lot. You were so strong, and yet so broken, and then we ended. And you, just...”

He shakes his head, eyes dropping to the ground, as his tongue sweeps over his lip. And you know.

You know, because you thought the same.

It sat like an uninvited guest the moment you got back. Its presence had been more noticeable the moment you found yourself able to breathe, to stop yourself from shaking.

It grew larger when you flinched under his touch—when you purposefully curled away from him. It whispered in poisonous prose that it had been there before you left, but had worsened so much more because of who you were when you returned. It lay between you both as he snored, dreaming, and you lay, paralysed by nightmares that didn’t just play when you closed your eyes.

Clearing his throat, Chris kicks a pebble, it bouncing down the pavement in the noiseless. “You just looked like you were doing better without me—and it hurt. And, I—I kept lashing out.”

Nodding, you bite your lip. “I wasn’t…” you admit. “It hurt me too, to be without you.”

“Oh.”

It escapes a laugh. Short, but sweet—and very much genuine. It falls from your lips so surprisingly, his head snaps up, the moment growing, maturing as his lips rise at the edges as you add, “Oh? Really?”

Chris sips his drink, shrugging. “What do you want me to say?”

As you shake your head, you’re still sniggering, lighter, less obvious. “I don’t know, but I do know this is the first time we’ve been honest with one another in months.”

“Yeah. I’ve missed you—not like that, but just…”

Nodding, you swallow. “I know.”

His eyes meet yours, and all the unspoken words sound louder.

They flutter like broken butterflies, flapping their damaged wings as you bite the inside of your cheek. Feeling the evidence of day-old teeth marks, the phantom twinges of panic that threaten to wrap their hands around you.

“Please be safe... I’d,” you stare at him, seeing—for the briefest moment—the person you lay in bed with, the person you made breakfast with and stole the sunglasses of. “I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

He nods, short but full of understanding.

And you think about it, curling into him. Letting your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close. Your feet are almost moving, closing the distance to do so.

But he’s quicker.

The two of you falling into the old ways, your head finding the space along his shoulder, something sliding into place, something healing—one less crack somewhere deep inside of you. You let him hold you, let yourself be held—feeling the sting behind your eyes, the fear rising, before you glance over—finding, if anything, the most uncharacteristic smile on Dan’s face.

You’ve always been good at remembering things.

Dates. Numbers. Faces—

They’re drilled into you—because you’re used to dialling them or because you have them banked somewhere in your mind. You knew Chris’s because the two of you had dated, you knew Van Ness’s because of lunch orders and after-work drinks; you knew Stoddard’s because he was who you reported to, and you knew the Ambassador’s because his clearance meant something.

But, Peña’s…

You didn’t know it because you called him a lot. Didn’t know it because you’d rang him copious times—if anything, the two of you rarely spoke on the phone. But, you’d chosen to memorise it. Just in case.

The same one you’d been dialling furiously for the last hour—eyes glancing to his desk, the one he’s been away from for hours.

Sunshine yellow, splintered sobs, carmine-stained palms…

Digging your elbow into the desk, you grit your teeth. Fixing, staring at a spot on the carpet—old, dried gum that’s worsened over time. Something—anything. Taking a breath, banishing yellow—trying to rid the feeling that the walls are coming in as you place the phone back into the hook.

Peña has been gone for hours.

Something he doesn’t do without telling someone. Not when he had plans, ones you heard from Stoddard.

Since the file room, the two of you had been swirling around one another, but not colliding. He told you things, but things you already knew. The way it had to be, you assumed. A line the two of you had drawn because he was your boss—and both felt you should.

But, you couldn’t turn off your worries. The niggling anxiousness that something was wrong.

It had nestled somewhere deep, spreading and merging with the worries Cali had dragged up. Your nails tap in rhythmic patterns on your desk, trying to concentrate on your screen, the names, the numbers—

Stoddard isn’t concerned.

Doesn’t think anything of it when Peña doesn’t answer. When the phone rings out.

Even if the man worships the ground he walks on. The hero he couldn’t wait to meet, to shake his hand—ask him all things Escobar like the two of them would be best buds.

Now, though, when something does feel off, it’s a shrug, it’s a shake of the head. ‘He’s likely following a different lead.’ The annoying part… Stoddard could be right. Something which annoys you more.

That able to smother your worries, your intrusive thoughts for a moment. A sense of peace begins to mist over you, until it thrums inside of you again. Like it has since the airport drop off this morning. It all untwisting, slowly oozing out until it collects other things, creating more anxiety in a lab of your own making.

The list ever-growing, collating—

Van Ness. Fiestl. Javi.

It worsens when you call the number from earlier. The one for the plane he’d asked for, after you’d handed Peña the blue folder. You’d studied his features and committed each expression as he read the contents of it.

If you blink, you still see the way his face lit up, the realisation that dawned over him—it was like magic. Like perfect sunsets and those mornings there isn’t a cloud in the sky, making your cheeks warm, especially with the way he’d stared at you after.

“You okay, sir?” Your heart quickens in your throat as he stands, tapping the blue folder against his palm. “You got plans tonight?” “What?” “I owe you food.” Shaking your head, you lick your lips. “No, you—“ “You bought me lunch yesterday, I’ll buy you dinner. Tonight. Here.” Stepping around your desk, you feel his eyes on you. “I’ll hold you to that, sir.”

You know you’re rattled. Sensitive.

Split open at the poorly sewn seams, panic seeping out of every orifice imaginable as you bounced your heel into the embassy carpet. But, something told you to be—something outside of anxiousness and concern. Something not easily stifled by reassuring thoughts and hopeful thinking as you stared into the dirty, bathroom mirror.

It’s heavy in your hand—your phone. Slowly placing it back into its position as you process what you’d heard.

“Stoddard…” you mumble, swallowing the forming lump in your throat. “Neil?”

“Yeah.”

You can feel it, the ground shifting. Your vision sliding, blurring just at the edges as your pulse quickens. “He didn’t—um. He didn’t get on the plane. Peña”

He doesn’t say anything—barely even a frown. Just leans back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk—as though Peña disappearing is something which happens regularly.

As though he’s someone who would vanish on the day he sent two agents to Cali.

The silence should unnerve you—usually, it does.

It normally allows everything to breed, to worsen—double and multiply. It allows that string to stretch again, it always so close to snapping, as its plucked and plucked, shivers through you.

Night has come and snatched the day. The office having slowly emptied over the last two hours, Stoddard having left fifteen minutes ago at best. You should go too, leave—try and sleep and reset.

But, you slide into Peña’s chair, staring over the contents of a file that you’re not taking in. Instead, it’s for show. A pretence as you chew the inside of your cheek, spreading your fingers out over the small patch of his desk not covered in paper. Just feeling the wood, the smoothness of it. How cold it is. The chill stretching and weaving up your wrist—

“Oh, cariño…I didn’t know anyone was still here.“

You’re on your feet instantly, palms pressed against the desk. Eyes having landed on brown eyes and a figure that makes your heart stop. And then, relief. He’s okay. Pe—Javi. Alive. Well. Whatever bit of you you’d been gnawing, releases, freeing you. All the thoughts, ones of him being taken, of him lying in a pool of his—

“Yeah, I’m… I’m here,” you whisper, clearing your throat.

Barely able to say it any louder.

Swallowing, finding yourself quickly smothered and wrapped in something you’d forgotten could exist in the last few hours. The sight of him almost forces you to cross the room, to wrap your arms around him. You stop yourself. Just.

Dropping your chin, you watch through your brows as he throws his jacket and tie over the chair opposite you, blinking back thankful-tears as your fingers halt from drawing against the swirls in the wood of his desk.

He’s watching you, and as soon as you notice it, it’s all you focus on. They’re warming you, tracing you. Like he’s unable to tear himself away, staring stares at you as though you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. Sometimes you almost believe you are.

“Surprised to find you still here. It’s late—even for you.”

Snorting, you feel warmth slide up your cheeks. “Well, you did promise me dinner...”

He traces his jaw with his finger, a puzzled look on his face as he straightens, and your eyes take in the way his top two buttons are undone, that his hair is tousled—that he looks good. Alive, safe, breathing, and so good.

Him all golden skin and a pair of eyes that made you want to see every expression flutter across them. Just like normal. A normal you try to camouflage, dress it up in disdain and faux-annoyance.

Clearing your throat, you stand, stepping around his desk, not letting a finger fall from it. Suddenly needing it to ground you, to focus on—stop the shakes from your early worrying when everything felt like it was on fire.

It’s at the last moment you watch it bloom over his face—the realisation.

“Shit… I’m so—cariño…”

Shrugging, you lift your head. “It’s fine, I was just teasing—“

“I had—fuck, I had no signal. I’m—“

“Peña. It’s fine. I was messing with you. Where were you—to not have a signal?”

His jaw tightens, dropping his eyes as he runs a hand over his face. “Stechner took me to a jungle.”

“Course he did,” you snort, taking some of the discomfort. “Lemme guess, because of our visitors? I know I shouldn’t say this, but—“

“He’s an asshole?”

“Such a fucking asshole.”

You laugh, merging with his. Both of them escape, puffing out of you both as you feel a thread loosen around your throat.

He’s looking at you again, differently than before. The silence from the rest of the building, the late hour providing nothing but quiet.

You’re sure your blood has ignited, simmering in your ears, head and chest. Something fluttering, wings brushing your ribs as you swallow it all. Needing a distraction, scrambling for one, remembering—

“Fiestl and Van Ness—“

“I know. Managed... I called them in the car. They’re staying there, they have…” His voice trails off, head tilting.

You knew that.

Had spoken to Dan. Almost wanting to tell him that—a flicker of annoyance stemming through the earlier worry—bite that you’ve been here, taking calls for him.

But, Javi’s eyes are narrowing in the way he does when he’s figured something out. You can’t stop it, a mere passenger to the way your body warms under his sight—ears burning as you watch the corners of his lips twitch.

“Why are you in my office, cariño?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you straighten your spine. “Stoddard isn’t great at answering your phone.”

You find yourself swallowing when Javi takes a step closer, eyes burning into his, the same as his are burning into yours. His screaming Liar. Noticing him swiping his thumb across his bottom lip.

“I spoke to Stoddard—before he left for the night.”

You swallow.

Don’t push, you silently plead.

“Come on. You can tell me the truth.”

It’s fragile, easily able to shatter—the thin wall the two of you have built since the file room. The professionalism, the decency he was intent on giving you. You’ll tear it down yourself single-handedly if he keeps looking at you how he is, observing as he stops in front of you, drinking you in with his deep, velvety eyes.

Licking your lips, you take a deep breath. “Stop hunting for—”

“Were you worried about me, cariño…?”

It pulses—the truth. Even if he says it with that tone, the one which is always accompanied by a smirk. The one which makes your skin flush with warmth.

It mixes with the rattling around inside of you, the one born from actually worrying about him. It's all thrumming, vibrating. Making it hard to swallow as you lift your chin, almost defiantly.

Then he says your name.

Not Luna. Not your surname. Your first given name.

It’s too much. The proximity, the scent of Earth, smoke and something so distinctly him. The silence made it crumble, blending with his smirk. You watch how it unfilters from his cheeks as he swallows. Being replaced by something far more annoying—concern.

Smiling, you hold his gaze. Realising you have little energy to fight.

“And, what if I was, Javi?”

It’s subtle, the shift in his eyes. The change to the way his lips had been turned upwards. All minimal. Barely much at all. His face only half-illuminated by the lamp on his desk, but it’s enough to see the effect his name has on him. It’s enough to make the air difficult, like it’s being squeezed from the room, his lips parting before closing. No words left to say.

He’s surprised. So much so, Javier Peña has been rendered silent.

You consider leaving, taking your embarrassment with you, dipping your eyes as you fumble for an excuse—

And then he whispers your name. All breathy, almost like he did that night after the bar. As though he doesn’t want you to leave—it makes your eyes snap up.

They shrivel, the thoughts of leaving. Vanishing as if they never existed, to begin with.

His fingers, cautious and calloused, brush themselves over your forearm and the last piece of restraint crumbling and settling alight—as if it was made of paper, and he was the match.

It’s instant the way your lungs ache—burning—when you crash your lips to his. Your fist is full of his collar as your heart thumps, over and over—hammering and knocking, banging and smashing.

It’s messy. Far too desperate and uncoordinated. But it’s also bliss.

It’s freeing. It’s worry, and relief, and a sea of other things.

Your palm places flush with his neck, fingers clutching at his jaw as you feel his pulse thump against you. Alive, he’s alive. Repose settles over you, calming you as you taste cigarettes on his tongue and coffee on his lips.

A taste you’ve come to crave more than your own bag of beans in your bottom desk drawer.

His hands grip you, fix you against him—little, to no space being left. Not that you want there to be. If anything, you want to remove the barrier of clothes between you. Have him press you against his desk, create a new reason to blush in his presence—

Wrenching your lips from his, you lean back in his palms, finding bewilderment and confusion flashing across in a storm. Swallowing, you size him up, how his eyes are darker and his lips are parted.

“You fucked anyone in your office, sir?”

It hits him, the question—an array of emotions fluttering across his features. “Fuck me...”

Smirking, you take a step back. Hands sliding down his arms until you release his fingers, and your lower back meets his desk.

It allows him a moment—one to make a choice. A moment which stretches on far too long, your already frayed endings becoming frazzled with anxiousness. Then, you watch your daydreams play out into reality. It’s beautiful, and fascinating—and fucking everything. Studying the way his micro-expressions bleed into major ones, feeling his eyes rise, so inky and full of swirling lust, pulling you in like a siren song. It makes your throat dry—he makes your throat dry.

“You becoming an exhibitionist, baby?”

Baby.

The word curls around you, dripping into your ear as your hands come down to rest on the edge of the desk. Watching him shift his jaw from side to side.

“Surprised you know that word, Peña. It’s quite long.”

He snorts. Nodding, eyes dropping to the floor. His fingers twitch at his side, thumb brushing over his index and middle, before he looks up.

Banished is the doubt, the attempt at decency. His frame closes the gap quickly—quicker than you count on. Doing so in a number of strides, you don’t have a chance to count, before he’s on you. Lips crashing against yours, tongue licking past your teeth as you grasp fingers full of his hair.

It’s intoxicating, being kissed by him.

He’s like fire in your bones and air in your lungs. Losing yourself in him until you run your lips across his jaw, enjoying running your prints up and along his neck, feeling his pulse again—before sliding back up into the soft curls of his hair as you take him in.

The two of you drink one another in, lost in a moment that’s all your own. You swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, unable to tear your eyes from him. Thankful when he reconnects his lips to yours, all desperate to kiss you.

So much so, you’re sure he does it with the sole intention of ruining you—of taking everything from you, leaving you with nothing.

You’d let him. You are letting him. Allowing his touch to consume you, to render you useless and breathless.

If you were younger, less scarred—less fearful of getting hurt—there’s more you’d hand him. More parts of you that you’d let him into. Likely spill your secrets, worries and deepest desires—and not hide behind smirks and flirtations.

Instead, you offer him mild submissiveness.

Hands falling from his neck to your trousers, undoing them—the metal grating against metal sounding, making him groan. It vibrates against you, feeling it in your chest as you let them fall to your ankles with a thud. They’re followed by your underwear, a simple pile, one he helps you step out as he helps slide the bare back of your thighs over his wooden desk.

His hand is quick to sweep files, notes and post-its into a messier pile than before.

You don’t focus on it. Try not to. Choosing instead to busy your hands with undoing his buttons—reuniting your lips with his. Craving him, not needing him. A solid difference—a considerable one. Because you can admit you want the feel of him—whether it’s the way he stretches you or his fingers across the inside of your knees.

To need him means something else. Something under lust and fucking on a desk. It means letting him in, enough that you could tumble, fall—risk scarring your heart, soul and sense more than they already are.

He knows it. Must do. You can tell from the way he kisses you—like he’s trying to knock down your walls and paper over old pain. His fingers hunt for the switch, the one which slides the imaginary door to your secrets. And his tongue, he tries to carve it into a key to unlock everything about you—discover the reason you protect yourself, hide, conceal.

For now, he takes this. Having you in his office, his groan as you palm him over his trousers—as he hisses into your mouth. You equally take each sound you can have, like the sound of his belt undoing, and trousers falling to his ankles. Working him slowly up and down. How he’s trying to push you over the edge by curling two of his fingers inside you, finding the spot that made you coo his name.

He stops, and so do you.

Both of you panting, watching his forehead meet yours as he tugs your hips closer.

He’s beautiful. Something you had known before, something you had witnessed and accepted. But, this is different, the lighting, the intimacy—the earlier worries.

Your hand curls against his cheek as he slides the head of his cock through your slick walls. Body aflame with arousal, with want.

I’m glad you’re okay, Javi. Glad you’re here.

It’s easy, the way he steals your gasp with his lips. Your hand clutches his side as he stretches you, making you feel so full—eyes clenching shut as you forget how to breathe. But your lips—oh, your lips don’t forget how to kiss him. They remember how to take as much of him as they can get.

The same way you begrudgingly take how slow he rocks himself into you, that his forehead finds yours, and cariño rolls in soft murmurs from his perfect, kissable lips.

It’s worse when it’s slower, impossible to deny how perfect he feels—how good he makes you feel.

“Thought of—fuck—nothing else.”

He talks more when he’s sober, you're not the same.

Thankful you hadn’t helped yourself to his liquor, afraid you’ll be telling him how thankful you are he’s okay, that he’s back in his office. Alive. Well. Breathing. That he’s kissing you, that he’s fucking you.

Instead, you find yourself unable to stop yourself from clutching him close. From smiling as he captures your lips, to smothering any moans and whimpers as you whisper his name.

He grasps your hip, ghosting his mouth over yours, “I like the taste of my name on your lips, cariño.”

“Shit, Javi.”

He peers down, a glint, a smirk—eyes speckled with the reflection of the lamp. Your head falls back as he helps you lift your leg. Just enough—until your heel meets the edge of the desk.

The groan he emits fills the air, and stains it. Feeling him so much deeper, creating so much pressure as he slides in and out. Your own moans stifled, buried, drowned in your throat with sheer fucking will— because he’s so impossibly, perfectly fucking deep.

“Anyone fucked you like this?”

Your eyes are already closed, the pleasure quivering, building. If your eyes open, if you meet his, you’ll lose—let him in, let him see you, all of you. He’ll undress your mind, peer in and see the broken mess behind the well-put-together woman he’s been thinking about fucking again.

That you cannot lose. Not him. Never him, but also not this—this perfectly matched game that could go on and on until one of you ruins it.

He breathes your name. Gruff. Peppered with pleasure and bliss as he snaps his hips against yours. It’s easier to shake your head as his pace quickens, as his grunts punch into the air.

“Need to—fuck, cariño—need to hear you—“

“No, Javi. Just you. Only y-you.”

One of your hands grips the desk, digging into the wood—enough to leave a mark. The other grabs him, the back of his neck, fingers digging into skin and hair.

You arch your back, feeling only then his palm on your spine—having balled up enough of your blouse to keep it from being in the way. His hand slides under, fingers spreading, curling you closer, rooting you to him.

As if his cock isn’t doing that. As though it isn’t dragging through your walls, stroking parts of you which makes you almost see stars, light and fucking heaven—

“Give it to me, cariño.”

His hip presses against your lower calf, hitting that spot over and over. The sound of your arousal growing, the slick noises as he pounds into you, drowned only by his grunts and your whimpers.

Tilting your head back, you take him in. The hair which is in strands, jaw tight, sweat building on his neck as he looks down at you like you’re everything.

It almost pushes you to let go—let it wash over you, and then you hear the softest whisper from his lips.

“Please.”

Your eyes open, basking under his gaze—and it rips through you. Tears you into pieces as his name carves into the air, and he fucks you through it. His hand grips you tighter, keeping you as close as he can. For as long as he can.

Your focus is on feeling it—from head to toe. How it ripples, travelling to every nerve as it sets you alight. The rest only comes back to you slowly, the way your lips are already meeting his as he groans your name as he coats you in his release.

It’s only when he slows, does the dull ache in your nails greets you, splinters carved into your skin.

Javi waits a moment, drawing a shape on your lower back with his fingers before he slides himself free from you, leaving you empty. The low light casts shadows that make him appear softer.

You almost are able to convince yourself it’s the lighting, but then he bends down to retrieve your clothes. Sliding your leg through the fabrics, seeing a gentler part of him showing through. You have to close your eyes, hiding from it.

Knowing you’re falling, descending. Still hearing the sound of him coming with your name on your lips—understanding what he meant when he said he liked the taste of his name on your tongue.

You liked the taste of yours too. More so when it graced the air in a chorus.

Please.

Please, he had whispered.

You feel his thumb sliding up your thigh, garnering your attention again, flicking your eyes open as fabric follows his fingers. You smile, mirroring his, slowly realising that you’re losing the battle of keeping him out—greeted by kinder brown and flecks of softness.

“Javi…” He blinks, forehead smoothing out—no lines, no frown. “I was worried. I was worried about you.”

Swallowing, he lifts his hand, thumb brushing the side of your lip as he parts his lips, all set to say something or another. But the phone rings.

Another interruption—a yank back to reality. Standing, flinging yourself from his desk as he moves to take it, trying not to listen, but listening all the same.

His eyes meet yours—and you realise in an instant the call is important. His tells showing, unable to be masked from how you’d cracked him open only moments ago, staring until he mouths Fiestl.

Your heart hammering, pounding, waiting and waiting until he places the phone down.

“They… they’ve found Gilberto Rodríguez.”

chapter five ->

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Hii uh I read your NSFW headcaon of Daniel this gonna be curious about UI Daniel and crazy Daniel in bed..I was wondering if u could..Write them railing reader in bed. I hope am not asking too much I do apologize if this request sounds weird!! If u don't want to do it than I respect it your free to ignore this Anyways have a Nice day!!♡

UI/Crazy Daniel Park x Reader (Smut Headcannons)

I haven't wrote smut for a while lmao don't worry Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: cursing, mentions of sex, NSFW, penetration, dirty talking spanking/hair pulling, biting (ex. giving hickies reader receiving), choking CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (female reader, though I will put male parts)

We all know Daniel is a shy person when it comes with showing his affection with you. But the moment he gets used on making love he'll sure start to show off his side that you rarely see. I can see him going on his heat mode (no pun intended :) when he's really stressed out or insecure about himself. Sure, he reached his goal to change and to become more strong and confident. But that doesn't mean that his insecurities are just going to fade like some kind of magic trick. He'll get really agitated about it. And the idea of lashing out his stress in a different manner excites him.

It's somehow rare to see Danny consumed with lust and neediness. He's mostly nervous with making the first move and initiating the idea of sex despite doing it a bunch couple of times since he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But if you're up to his mood, he won't hesitate to ruin you. His usual kisses will be dominant as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He'll will also leave you lots of hickeys on your neck and chest (which god damn hurt) since he'll be so proud to flex his horny partner on his friends when he's out of his comfort zone.

Crazy Daniel will be super kinky contrasting his usual soft and gentle approach. He'll definitely pull your hair while he pounds his thick and long cock inside you while you cry out for mercy to slow down his pace. But he knows that you liked being dominated and humiliated by no other than him only. As your boyfriend, Daniel will make sure that he'll make you cum so many times that even himself couldn't keep a count on it. "Fu-fuck Danny! Da-darling. Please, please not too fast Oh!" you whimpered as your know how worked up Danny is as he pushes his length inside you making you let out a lewd mewl. "Me? Slow down? Huh, don't be fucking ridiculous right now. I know you like being fucked like this. Look at you now, you're moaning like a little whore, just for me." he responded back as he mocks you, You can see the devilish smirk he's making despite Daniel having an angelic face. He's so entertained by how loud you moan and how you cry out for his name despite protesting to pull out. He knows you secretly enjoy this a lot.

Though the Daniel you're used to is still there because he'll stop the moment you take things seriously and actually started crying. Like, he knows that he's horny and his cock needs to get some coochie. But he also hates hurting you too much. So he'll definitely stop and 100% apologize and make up to you like cuddling or getting a glass of water with pain killers when your legs hurt. Just give him a signal for him if you're enjoying his company and he'll do what you like, though it will be in a form of a dirty talking style. "Tell me what you want. C'mon, you want my dick inside you right? Be a good girl/boy and I won't hesitate to fucking ruin you this time" he will whisper on your ear as you sobbed and cling on his muscular body. Daniel will still be in command and if he notices that you're just denying to hate having sex with him on his crazy mode. Oh girl/boy, he wouldn't let you walk for a month (forget even thinking and having braincells he's definitely going to fuck you up).

Daniel will also choke you while thrusting his hips on a fast pace. If you're doing doggy style he won't hesitate to give your ass a nice little slap. Trust me, he's trying his best right now to be gentle but he couldn't control himself. The way you moaned and begged for more, how beautiful you are and the sounds you make, and him just drowning at the mix of pleasure and power he holds right now just makes him more motivated. And he'll also rub your clit so harshly that he'll make you release so many times (he'll also stroke your dick if you're a dude). This man is so good at multi-tasking. Now you don't even know if it's the hard way that he holds your neck, how many times how he slapped your ass that it would probably leave so many marks on your skin or is it because of how rough he is with you right now that makes you really drowsy.

His go to positions will be definitely where he's going to be the top. If you don't like missionary and G-whiz, your preferences will change the moment he goes hard on you. His thrusts will be fast, powerful, and deep because of his adrenaline rush. And he also likes doggy style since he gets turned on by the sight off you where he can see your ass. And if Daniel asked you to dominate him, do it. He also likes to see you struggle to take him while you ride him. And he also likes being choked and the sight will be super hot because no matter how hard you put pressure on your chokehold, he's still far stronger than you.

He's also very good at eating you out. He likes 69ing and going fast just to hold your orgasm back. He likes overstimulating you a lot and he finds it entertaining when you loose your temper. I also headcannon him liking using belts as whips but not exactly sex toys since he wants to make you feel good with his body.

Now when it comes to his UI mode, it's a different story. This side of Daniel is a monster. So don't expect him to be "lovey dovey" with you. I just personally think that he'll just smash your face the moment he saws you (remember he's unconscious). And it's a bad thing if you can defend yourself from him since anything he sees is considered as an enemy. But I think the moment he learned to control it he will probably recognize you and he'll be a lot more responsible of using UI (once he gets better at combat he can probably just turn it off and on, idk it's just my theory I'm trying to be a bit realistic here).

And he'll be more harsh than his crazy mode. You'll probably won't be able to walk for a year bc of how fucking strong this guy is. So just imagine if he thrusts inside you in a fast and strong manner remember this guy can break concrete walls 💀 (rip little pussy/ass)

UI Daniel will be flexible considering of how many martial arts this guy knows. So he probably knows lots of sex positions. He's also superior when it comes to fingering and eating you out. You can see that monstrous eyes as you're being overstimulated and crying while he laps at your cunt and shoving his 3 long fingers inside you. Curling the correct way just to perfectly hit your G-spot as he sucks your clit so harshly. "Da-Danny PLEASE SO DOWN! I-I'm gonna cum!" (he's also good at giving bj's he probably has unbelievable gag reflex).

He'll also leave you lots of hickeys on your body (like everywhere). His stamina is not like super crazy (based on manhwa so far) so expect a confused naked Danny on the bed as he panics. "Y-Y/N I don't know what came up to me I'm so sorry!"

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Entering the Private Garden

A/n: A beautiful anon reminded me how much I missed this series and inspired me to come back to it! So here we are.

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Synopsis: Zoey meets Jack’s friends.

“Okay so who all are you meeting today?” Jack asks, quizzing Zoey before their excursion today. He knew if he distracted her by asking questions, she’d be less nervous and freaked out about finally meeting some of his friends.

“Well Urban’s gonna be there, obviously. So that’ll be a nice buffer. He loves me.”

Jack playfully rolls his eyes and grabs his keys off the counter. “He’s the toughest critic so and you’ve already won him over so it should be easy from here.”

Zoey nods slowly, desperately trying to keep her anxiety at bay. “Um, so there’s the PG guys Quiiso, Ace Pro and Nemo. Then the white boys Copelan and Sunni.”

“Hate to break it to you Zozo but I’m also a white boy. Literally, I don’t tan. At all. It’s kind of sad actually.” He laughs softly, walking into the garage after her to get in the car.

“You are but you’re my white boy so it’s different. Although I have seen a couple pictures of Sunni and I—“

Jack covers his ears in the driver’s seat and closes his eyes. “Oh my god enough with the ‘I would definitely fuck Sunni’ jokes they’re not funny.”

He’s so cute for thinking it’s a joke, Zoey thinks to herself.

“But forreal,” Jack says as he puts the car in drive, “you don’t have to worry about anything. They’re probably going to be all over my ass because of who I am when I’m with you.”

She laughs softly putting her hand over his that was resting on her thigh. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Jack has rented out this lounge area on the rooftop of a restaurant for the occasion and they were met with smiling faces and a little bit of yelling when the couple walked in holding hands. Zoey was welcomed with hugs as went through a different handshake with each one of his friends. Things started off light with stories from the time Jack tried to perform Fergalicious at his middle school talent show to their commercial experience for Jack’s New Balance campaign.

It was heartwarming to listen to some of his favorite people talk about the journey they’d been on together. And the idea that there was so much more to come was both exciting and overwhelming for him. But then he was reminded that he had the perfect partner in all of this. Zoey had felt him tense up next to her and placed a hand on his knee, her touch immediately allowed him to relax and get out of his head for a bit. All he could do was nod slowly when she mouthed “are you okay” because he felt as though his heart was going to burst.

Then his heart fell to his stomach when Clay and Quiiso asked Zoey if she wanted to talk, in private. He gave his brother a pleading look in hopes that he could quietly sit in on the conversation but his girlfriend assured him she’d be fine so he tried to focus on his conversation with Nemo and Urban but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

“Bro if you hold that glass any tighter you’re going to be digging for it out of your skin…in the ER. And I’m not tryna do all that today.” Nemo laughs.

Urban shook his head, taking a swig of his beer. “You seriously need to unclench your asshole, Zoey is not scared of Clay or Quiiso, so you don’t need to stress.”

“I’m not worried about his ‘intimidating brother’ tactic I’m worried about her. What if she doesn’t get along with them and y’all are an extension of my family so I need this to go well.”

The two men in front of him shared a knowing look and Nemo laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink. Urban wiped tears from his ears with a sigh, “damn. I ain’t laughed that hard in a minute.”

“Would you two care to share with the class? I wanna laugh.” Jack muttered, clearly unamused as his friends started giggling again. “What could possibly be so fucking funny right now?”

“You’re in love man. It’s all over your face. And body. It’s everywhere.” Nemo said blankly, finally containing his laughter. “It’s just funny that you can’t even see it.”

Jack opened his mouth to speak but Urban interrupted him. “If you fix your mouth to say you don’t love Zoey I’m throwing this bottle at your head.” Urban said, glaring into his best friend’s soul. “You worship the ground she walks on, you actually value her opinion and what she not only thinks of you but of all of us. I mean hell, you haven’t stopped sneaking glances over there to make sure everything is okay. So please, lie to yourself but don’t sit here and lie to us. We know you better than that.”

Meanwhile Zoey was having the time of her life. Quiiso had gone to play beer pong with Ace against Sunni and Cope so it was just her and Clay. They shared a mutual feeling of nerves meeting each other, Clay admitting that although Jack had introduced him to women before, based on their conversations he knew this time was different. And this wasn’t Zoey’s first time being introduced to a boyfriend’s friends and brother but Jack was special.

“Okay I feel like I have to ask because I’ve talked to him about this but…why him?” Clay had come into today with a plan. Most women thought they loved Jack because of what he could give them. Private flights, five star restaurants and hotels, any purse or accessory they could dream of and he needed to see where Zoey’s head was at. Just to determine if this would last because he could tell that his brother had fallen, hard.

She took a sip of her drink and took a moment to gather her thoughts, ready to speak honestly. “Well, it wasn’t him at first. I’m sure he told you about how we met and he acted exactly like I had assumed he would and I was turned off immediately. But then he apologized and we talked more and we went on a few dates and it hit me. He’s everything to me.”

“Jack sees good in everything, especially people.” She continues. “He is funny and smart and creative and thoughtful. He’s emotional but only allows some of it to show because he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him, as he’s trying to take care of everyone he’s ever met. He is driven and focused and spontaneous but not irresponsible. He’s confident and a little cocky but in a way that doesn’t make you feel bad about yourself and he’s honestly one of the greatest people I’ve ever known.”

The music producer ran his hand over his mouth, trying to hide a smile. He caught his brother’s gaze and gave Zoey a hug whispering “thank you for taking care of him.” The two walked back to the other table as the group all came together again.

A few hours later, they were back at Jack’s house. Zoey had taken off her makeup and was looking for the perfect T-shirt of her boyfriend’s to steal. She settled on a yellow “Not For Sale” shirt and biker shorts.

“Today was fun! Your friends were sweet as I expected.” She walked back into his closet where he’d changed into a black tank top and New Balance sweats. He turned around in her arms when she wrapped them around his waist and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against his freckled shoulder. “I really did have a great time and I just really appreciate how—”

“I love you.” Jack blurts out.

Zoey felt her throat closing up. “What?” She whispered, all the air in her lungs was gone.

He pressed his body against hers even more, feeling the rapid drumming of her heartbeat. It matched his perfectly but his was out of excitement. “I said I love you. I love you Zo. So much.” Jack couldn’t help the smile that was taking over his face.

“Finally.” Zoey sighed and he gave her a confused look so she had to elaborate. “I’ve said it so many times in my head the last few months that I was really waiting for the day I’d slip up and say it out loud. Truthfully, I needed you to say it first, after I admitted my feelings the last time and you shut me down. I just don’t—I didn’t know if I could take that again. I needed to know where you were at.”

“And now I do.” She matches his smile. “I love you too, baby. More than life.”

He gave her a relieved kiss, a content sigh brushed against her tongue as one of his hands caressed her face. Zoey allowed her eyes to close, letting out a hum of pleasure, trying to memorize this moment as a sense of calm washed over her. It felt like coming home after an extended vacation and walking into your room for the first time. An immense sense of serenity and appreciation for the pillows that support your head and the warm blanket that is draped over your body. Where everything was as it should be. She was exactly where she belonged and being in his arms, kissing him forever was exactly what she intended to do with the man she could now confirm loved her as much as she loved him.

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Baby, I'm yours - Chapter twelve: "Until the rivers all run dry"

Summary: It's the big day! Ready for your wedding with Spencer Reid?

Warnings: Ok, seriously, this is the fluffiest thing I've ever written. You've been warned. Smut. Also, is it just me or JJ wasn't talking in plural during his conversation with Spencer?

Word count: 8.8K

A/N: Thank you so much for sharing this journey with me! I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for all the comments and feedback. I hope to see you around for the third and final part of this saga in a few months

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(Y/N)'s point of view

Finally, it was the day. I was ready and a few minutes away from marrying Spencer Walter Reid. I loved saying his entire name, and I was very excited to know that was about to become my last name as well. If you ask me, I never imagined, not even in my wildest dream, that day was ever going to become real. Yet there I was, in my white dress, locked in a room with my mother and Lu, after the wedding planner had taken everyone else out to start the ceremony, waiting the last couple of minutes to become Mrs. Reid.

The whole day had been a blur. Mom woke me up extra early that morning. Everything was ready and packed, but she insisted we share one last family breakfast. It was nice, I have to admit it, but I missed at least an extra hour of sleep, that I really needed, 'cos I had barely closed my eyes the prior night. I tried my best to sleep, but I was too excited to even close an eye. Spencer and I talked on the phone until late, trying to understand what was going on. We were both pretty shocked at what was about to happen. It felt like a dream. A dream I didn't want to wake from. Never.

- "Are you sure you wanna marry me, chipmunk?"- he had whispered on the line as I rolled in bed, frowning.

- "Why do you ask? Are you having cold feet?"- I questioned back, and I heard him chuckle immediately.

- "Never. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you way before I even realized I was in love with you."

- "Then why do you ask?"

- "Because..."- Spencer made a long pause and I sat on my bed, knowing exactly what was going through his mind.

- "If you say it's because you think I can have a better guy than you, I'm going to our apartment just to smack you, hon"- I thought he was going to laugh, or at least chuckle, but he didn't.

- "I don't want you to wake up one day and realize you could have done better."

It was heartbreaking to know Spencer wasn't just scared and nervous before the wedding. He actually thought he wasn't enough for me. He just didn't realize how much he deserved every good thing that happened to him, and every ounce of happiness life could give him.

- "You are so lucky I'm gonna marry you, Spencer Walter Reid."- I whispered hearing his breathing at the other side of the line. I could basically see him laying on our bed, staring at the ceiling in his old Caltech shirt.

- "Why?"

- "Because I am making it my life purpose to show you how much you deserve to be happy. And trust me, I am making you so happy you won't even believe it's real"- finally, Spencer chuckled and I smiled at that sound. My heart fluttered and my stomach filled with butterflies. Yes, that still happened. That's how much I love him.

- "I already can't believe how happy you make me, ma cherie."

- "Well, get ready, it's gonna get even better."

And there I was, standing in front of a gigantic mirror, staring at my reflection. I was wearing a wedding dress, holding a bouquet, and making my best not to cry.

- "Hey, are you ok?"- Lu asked as she stood behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder- "You are not overthinking anything, are you?"

- "No,"- I smiled at her and sighed- "I just can't wait to get married. That's all."

- "That's good! That's how you should be feeling."

- "Thank you for your patience all these years, Lu"- I had to say it, 'cos it was true. My friends had been so patient with our whole process, dealing with our feelings and finally facing how we felt. I know it took a long while, and it had been quite frustrating for everybody.

- "It's ok. I'm glad it finally happened and you stopped being afraid of your feelings. If you had kept me waiting for another year, I would had smack you, though."- I laughed and hugged Lu tight just when a knock on the door finished our conversation and dad walked into the room. He looked at me and smiled.

- "Peanut, you look gorgeous."

- "Thank you, dad."

- "Your groom is ready."- and at those words, my heart stopped- "I left him waiting to start walking to the altar. So, are you ready to marry your doctor?"- I nodded and started walking toward him.

- "Wait, (Y/N), watch out with your dress!"- mom argued as I nearly tripped with my own veil- "Jesus, I had never seen anyone so eager to marry before."- Sofia joked as she helped me fix all the extra fabric from my dress.

- "Sorry, I'm just excited."

- "That I can see, peanut."- mom kissed my cheek and walked with Lu to the door - "See you there, Mrs. Reid."

Her words nearly brought tears to my eyes. I simply nodded and watched her walk away with my friend. I locked my arm with my dad's as we started walking outside my room. The photograph was there, as well as the wedding planner, making sure everything was on schedule. But I didn't even hear her. I only had one thought in my mind. In a few more minutes I was going to marry Spencer. Time couldn't pass fast enough.

Spencer's point of view

I gave up trying to fix my tie after the eighth try. I've been standing in front of the mirror, alone in the bathroom, for at least ten minutes, trying to finish getting ready for the ceremony. We are a few minutes away from walking to the altar, and I can't get this tie right. It's exasperating, my ties have always been slightly crooked, and I can deal with that on a regular workday. But not today. Today I want everything to be flawless. This is the most important day of my life and I want to remember it as it deserves to be: perfect.

- "Spencer?"- mom knocked on the door and took me from my thoughts- "Are you ready? The planner says three more minutes."

I opened the bathroom door and saw my mom in her dress, looking as beautiful as ever. Her eyes watered up as she stared at me, holding he hands together against her chin and fighting the tears. Just as I was doing.

- "My boy! You look ravishing!"- she said and wrapped her arms around me in a second. I did the same, holding her close to my body. In the room were also Frank, Mikey, and chief (Y/L/N). They had spent the last few hours with me, helping me with any detail I could think of. From getting me a whisky for the nerves to talking about any random thing just to keep me sane.

- "Mom, can you give me a hand with my tie?"- I whispered, and she tried to fix it for me. But I could tell how nervous she was, 'cos her hands shook for a few seconds.

- "I don't think... I don't... I can't do this, Spencer,"- she whispered, frowning, clearly frustrated.

- "Don't worry, I am not good at it myself."- I held her hands and smiled at her, trying to comfort her. Chief (Y/L/N) walked over and asked me to take a look. He grabbed my tie, pulled and tightened it, and in a few seconds, he left it perfect.

- "I was very bad at this, but my grandfather taught me when I was still in high school. He had this trick to tie the perfect knot every time."

With one big smile, chief (Y/L/N) taught me to tie my tight, taking me back to a moment I never got to share with my own father. There was a big blank space in my life, where all these memories should have been. And it broke my heart for a moment to think how alone my mother and I had been for so long.

- "See? It's simple"- Chief (Y/L/N) smiled at me and tapped on my back as I nodded, staring at my now perfect tie- "And if you need help with anything else around the house, you know you can count on me."

I nearly cried at those words. He didn't know what it meant to me. My heart felt full of love, and for once, I could feel I was part of a family that wasn't just me and my mom. There was a dad, I had a new brother, friends, and people around me who loved me and cared for me. You don't understand, and I don't think I can begging to explain how much that meant to me.

This explains why instead of articulating an answer, I just nodded at him and smiled. Chief (Y/L/N) didn't push for any answer from me, but he opened his arms and wrapped them around me.

- "I know you hate hugs, but you are fucked, kid. You are part of this family now."- I smiled and tapped on his back a few times, returning the hug.

- "It's time"- the wedding planner walked in and ended what felt like the nicest moment I had ever had with my father-in-law. He let me go and tapped my face a few times.

- "I'll put an eye on your wife, and take her to the altar, ok kid?"

- "Thank you, sir."

I held my mother's hand waiting for the sign to walk to the altar. All my groom's men had already made their way in, along with aunt Ethel, (Y/N)'s mother, and Phoenix, my new brother. I never imagined I would have a brother, somehow he made it easy. He never judged me or made fun of me. Just teased me, but I guess it came with the job.

- "Let me be honest with you, Spencer"- Phoenix was drunk when he opened his heart at my bachelor party - "I never imagined peanut would ever get married. Don't get me wrong, it's just that... dude, she is weird! She is the biggest nerd I've ever met!"- I chuckled at his words, thinking I was even a bigger nerd than she was.

- "But I know you love her, and you'd do anything for her. I'm glad she found you."- Phoenix laughed and offered to shake my hand, but I opened my arms and wrapped them around him, feeling how he tapped my back a few times.

- "Welcome to the family, doc. Hope you like soccer and football, 'cos we watch a lot of those on the weekends."

It was finally our moment to walk to the altar. I looked at my mother and tried to read her micro-expressions. She was so nervous her hands shook as she held onto me. For a second, it was scary, but then I noticed her smile and the way she was staring at me.

- "You are no longer a kid, Spencer. I've known this for years now. But today, I can not deny I miss holding you in my arms, protecting you from the world."

- "Mom..."- I felt a knot in my throat as she shook her head and sighed.

- "You better give me grandchildren soon, 'cos I wanna spoil them rotten while I'm healthy."- I chuckle at her words, picturing her surrounded by my babies. The image warmed my heart and filled my eyes with tears. It was gonna happen, I knew it.

- "I promise you, we will give you as many grandchildren as we can."

The walk down the aisle was short. All our friends and family were seated in two rows, making the entire walk a very emotive moment, filled with memories. But sooner than I imagined, I was standing in front of the altar, staring at the door, waiting for my bride. I looked at the bridesmaid and the flower girls walking, but honestly, I paid little attention. I knew (Y/N) had texted me earlier, telling me to wait for her, and promising she would be there, but I still felt anxious and nervous. What if she got cold feet? What if she realized she was about to marry a nerd and decided she deserved better?

- "I don't deserve you, chipmunk"- I told her once, in the privacy of our apartment, baring my heart and soul to her, finally dealing with all my insecurities. And what did she do? She just shook her head slowly and showered me with love.

- "Never say that again, honey bunny. I love you because you are the best man on earth. I am proud of everything you do. I am lucky you are mine and I'll always do whatever it takes to make you happy."

It was my life purpose to make her happy every day for the rest of my life.

There was a silence that lasted less than a second, and suddenly, the band started playing a song we picked on piano, but that at that exact moment, didn't care to me at all, 'cos there she was. My bride. Standing at the other side of the room, holding her father's arm, staring at me with tears in her ayes, and smiling so bright I was sure she could overshadow the very sun.

My breath caught in my throat, and I almost chook. She was gorgeous. She was a princess, an angel, a dream. Everybody stood up and turned to her, as I was unable to move. I just glued my eyes at hers and waited impatiently for her to make her way all the way to the altar so I could touch her, feel her next to me, tell her she was the love of my life, the reason I existed. The only good thing that had ever happened to me.

I felt like a corny asshole at that point, but if there is a moment in life you can be corny, that's at your wedding.

My hands were shaking as I took a few steps and walked to her and her father, my eyes never leaving hers as she continued smiling at me.

- "You look..."- I started, but nearly burst into tears. (Y/N) giggled as she stood in front of me, and her father looked at both of us, with what I think was a proud smile.

- "Ok kids, you take it from here."- Chief (Y/L/N) joked. He held (Y/N)'s hand and placed it on mine, and for a moment, his face was serious, yet still filled with excitement as he turned to me- "I am trusting you the most important person I have, Reid. I know you will take care of her, and give her all the love she deserves."

- "Dad..."- I knew (Y/N) was about to argue she could take care of herself, so I just nodded and caressed her hand on mine with my fingers.

- "I will give everything I have to make her happy"- I managed to say, feeling my voice about to break with emotion. (Y/N) sighed and kissed her father's cheek, as he looked at her in adoration. A look I could not only understand but share with him.

- "I love you, dad."

- "I love you too, peanut."

The second it was just the two of us, I took a deep breath and smiled at my bride. She was glowing, her eyes brightening, and her hand holding my arm tight.

- "Ready?"- I asked her and she nodded, smiling even brighter. We took the last few steps together, and stood at the altar, in front of our friends and family, ready to make a commitment for a lifetime.

If you ask me, I know there is a part of my brain that focused on the whole ceremony. I know the officiant talked a lot, and we sat and listened. But if you want me to be honest, I could only look at (Y/N) and think about how lucky I was, and how we had gotten there after so many years.

- "How old are you?"- those had been her very first word to me, the day she got to the BAU after Hotch introduced her to the team. I still remember how badly I tried to answer, but I couldn't make any sound but an awkward stutter.

- "He's twenty-four"- Elle had to answer for me, making me feel like a complete loser, absolutely embarrassed in the first two minutes after saying hello- "His birthday was a few weeks ago."- and at those news, (Y/N) smiled even bigger and looked at me so excited, I felt my heart skipping a beat.

- "Congratulations! I'm twenty-four too! I'm so happy I'm not the youngest! My brother teased me about it for the last couple of days and got me all freaked out."

I didn't know it back then, but I am pretty sure that was exactly when I fell for her. And since that day, my love for her had only grown.

- "I was told the bride and groom had decided to write their own vows."- the officiant announced as (Y/N) and I stood up and looked into each other's eyes. I was really having a hard time making an effort not to cry, and I could feel my bride fighting the tears inside as she just stared at me, smiling.

Frank moved closer to me and tapped on my shoulder as he handed me the ring. I felt my hand shaking as I took it, and cleared my throat, preparing to say my vows. The officiant moved the mic closer to me and for a moment I was very aware of how everybody around me was about to hear me being cheesy. But I didn't let that discourage me. I quickly realized they had seen me doing that already, so that wasn't anything new.

- "Chipmunk"- I started and already had to make a short pause, 'cos tears nearly started falling down my cheeks. - "I've loved you since the day I met you. There is no doubt of it, trust me, I have an eidetic memory and can read 20 thousand words per minute."- I watched her chuckle at my words as I held both her hands, staring at her in devotion.

- "In the words of one of my favorite authors, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."- I made another pause and took a deep breath as I focused on her smile. - "I love you, and I will always do. You are the light of my life, the air in my lungs, and the reason I try to be a better man every day. Who I am today is in a big part who you made me, and that's why I know how much I want to grow old by your side."

I slide the ring onto her finger and kissed it, feeling a few tears falling from my eyes as I stare at her. (Y/N) bit her lips and just smiled in silence for a few seconds as Frank moved closer to her and handed her the ring.

- "Spencer, I had never been much cheesy or romantic until we started dating, something that most of our friends and family thought might never happen 'cos it took us a little to face our feelings."- she joked and the entire room laughed at her words.

- "But since we've been together, everything cheesy made sense. All the lovey-dovey things I always made fun of, are now everything I wanna do with you. I wanna cuddle and kiss you, and sleep feeling your arms around me."- (Y/N) made a pause and smiled at me - "And 'cause I am also a nerd, I also brought one of my favorite author quotes, which I feel explains just how much I love you."

I chuckled at her words and watched her wipe a few tears as she stared at me and smiled one more time.

- "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."- I recognized Emily Brontë's quote as (Y/N) recited it.- "I never imagined I'd feel that way with someone until I met you. I love you, Spencer, and I just wanna make you happy until my last day on earth."

I don't know how I managed not to burst into tears as (Y/N) said those words and slid the ringer down my finger. She held my hand and kissed it, then she stared at the ring in my hand with a soft chuckle.

- "Having pledged your love and promise to one another today in front of all of your friends and family and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

I chuckled as soon as I heard those words. My bride. My wife. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips sweetly, feeling her melting at my touch.

- "Congratulations! Friends and family, it is my honor to introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Reid!"

(Y/N) giggled against my lips and looked at me, moving from my embrace.

- "Hello, Mr. Reid."- she whispered as her eyes were still glued to mine. I smiled and kissed her one more time, as our friend started clapping.

- "Hello, Mrs. Reid."- I replied and held her hand- "Ready?"

(Y/N)'s point of view

I was married to Spencer Walter Reid. It wasn't a drill, not a dream, not even a crazy hallucination. The man holding my hand was my husband in front of the law and god. After we walked out of the ceremony and had a bunch of pictures taken around the venue, some of them alone, some with our families, we finally had a minute for ourselves. I grabbed his hands and walked him back to my room for a little moment alone before the celebration started.

Spencer closed the door behind his back and turned to me with the biggest smile I'd ever seen on his face in all the years I had known him.

- "Mrs. Reid."

- "Mr. Reid"- I replied and walked to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight against my body as I kissed him.

- "I can't believe we actually did it"- he whispered and bit my lower lip as he continued kissing me, making me moan softly as he did- "You are mine, ma cherie."

- "Yours"- I repeated, and felt his tongue playing between my lips- "Please, husband."- I started begging before he actually even touched me.

- "What does my lovely wife needs?"

- "You."- I mumbled and kissed him with a passion and love that made him tumble for a second.

- "My wife."- he whispered and held me in place just by wrapping his arms around my waist. But his hands didn't stay in place for much longer, they started roaming my back as we continued kissing, and quickly, they reached my breast, on top of the fabric.

- "Love the dress."- he murmured- "But it's getting on the way."

- "Rip it, I don't care, just fuck me, please."- he groaned in response, raising part of the fabric on my dress, trying to find my legs.

But...

- "Guys? Are you there?"- Penelope knocked on the door and we both froze- "Please don't tell me you are already getting jiggy with it! everybody is trying to find you to start the celebration!"

I sighed, but Spencer didn't move. He caressed my legs with his hands and looked at me with darkened eyes filled with lust as soon as he felt my garter.

- "I don't think I'll be able to hold it until tonight."- he whispered and I giggled.

- "You might have to. I don't think a quicky would be a proper first fuck after saying I do. I'm gonna need all your love and dedication."

- "Are you the same woman asking me to rip her wedding dress off her body a minute ago?"- my husband teased and I bit my tongue as I smiled at him and slowly started fixing our outfits.

- "I am the same woman, and you can rip this off if you want, but tonight, in our room."

- "Guys?"- Pen knocked on the door one more time and Spencer sighed, resigned, as he replied loudly.

- "In a minute, Garcia!"- I placed a hand on his pants, feeling how hard he was under his clothes. He groaned at my touch, but I simply shook my head and sighed.

- "Just a few more hours. We waited over a week."

- "You better be ready, ma cherie, 'cos I don't think I'll be gentle."- I chuckled and nodded.

- "I'm counting on it, husband."

Fact: I have never been a fan of being the center of attention. And I just remembered it as soon as I walked down the aisle during the ceremony. The second time I realized it was the moment we walked into the hall for the reception. The biggest difference was that on that occasion, my husband was holding my hand and helping me stay calm. Though, if you ask him, he would say he was the one freaking out.

- "Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. and Mr. Reid"- I held his hand as the doors opened and all our friends and family started clapping as we walked in.

- "If I know all the people in this room, why am I so nervous?"- I asked my husband as we waved.

- "Social anxiety likely arises from a complex interaction of biological and environmental factors"- he said as he turned to me with a warm smile- "But right now, I am sure your anxiety is based on the fact we just got married and there are a lot of emotions running down your brain."

- "That and your family and my family are in the same room with our friends. A lot can go wrong."- I replied the second my mother and father appeared by my side, wrapping their arms around me at the same time, in the most awkward and crowded hug ever.

- "Congratulations, baby"- mom held me especially tighter and kissed my cheek.

- "I can't breath!"- I argued as I tried to move from her embrace. But just when I thought she was gonna let me go, she added Spencer in the mix, wrapping her arm around him too and pressing him against me.

- "Welcome to the family, son!"- dad looked at my husband and smiled- "I told you, you are fucked, we hug a lot."- and Spencer just smiled.

Everybody hugged us, and soon we were moved to the center of the room for our first dance.

- "I'm so glad we are only getting married once."- I joked and Spencer nodded.

- "Me too. I really wanna enjoy things, but I feel very awkward everyone is staring at us the whole time."

Spencer held my hand as "Baby, I'm yours" by the Artic Monkeys started. I rested my head against his shoulder when he held me closer to his body, and slowly we started moving around the dance floor. It took us a long time to pick the song for that day, and after going through basically our entire music collection, we found the one song that described exactly how we felt on our wedding day. I was his, and he was mine. That was in my mind the entire time I stood on that dancefloor, swinging slowly.

- "I love you, ma cherie."- Spencer whispered and kissed the top of my head. I moved from his shoulder and stared at him in adoration.

- "I love you too, honey bunny."

- "Thank you for being my wife."- I felt my heart skip a beat at those words. I wasn't sure I would ever get used to being called "wife" by him. He had been my best friend for so many years, and I had denied my feelings for him for so long, that turning into his wife less than six months after we started dating was still unbelievable.

- "Thank you for asking."- I replied and smiled at him, trying to cover the emotional tears that filled my eyes with a funny comment. But he saw through me, and kissed me, his lips lingering against mine so softly and so slowly, I sighed in contentment.

- "Just you and me, forever."- I whispered and rested my forehead against his.

- "And our babies."- he added, blushing. I giggled and nodded.

- "All the babies you want, honey."

During dinner, speechless started. I always felt that was a very awkward part of weddings. And I never imagine how stressful it would be to hear your friends and family talk about you and your husband in front of everybody. Especially when my father stood up, held his glass, and with one evil smirk, turned to me saying.

- "I'm sure my lovely daughter is freaking out right now."- I even closed my eyes for a second, as everybody laughed at his words. Spencer held my hand and kissed it, trying to comfort me.

- "But don't worry, peanut, I am not going to embarrass you today. I hope."- dad looked at me and smiled- "I'm just here to share the story of how I discovered this was meant to happen. I remember the day I met Spencer. The team helped us with a case, and I was very excited 'cos it would be the very first time I'd work with my princess as an FBI agent. I don't know if many of you have had the experience of working with one of your kids, but for me, it was a very nerve-wracking situation."- everybody chuckled again and I smiled at dad, who had already a few tears in his eyes.

- "I've always known she is an incredible professional, and the job she and her team get done at the BAU is spectacular. But when you have to work shoulder by shoulder with the person you changed diapers to... it's hard."

I noticed Rossi and Hotch smiling at those words, and I imagined what would happen if one of our kids with Spencer decided to get into the academy. We still had some time to worry about that, but it still sounded stressful already.

- "I met Spencer that day and it all made so much sense. How my daughter had told me so much about him since she joined the FBI. How close they were, even when my princess kept telling me she didn't want to cross the friendship barrier with anyone on the team, scared they might judge her. And there she was, joined by the hip to her teammate, working on a geographical profile together, talking in what seemed to be their own personal and secret language, and on top of that, getting in trouble with her Unit Chief and almost getting suspended for defending him from one of my men. Do you remember that, peanut?"

Everybody chuckled and I nodded, embarrassed, but moved by the memory. I had totally forgotten that had been the very first-time dad met Spencer. And I suddenly remembered I had been more than rude to that cop for being an asshole with my now husband.

- "If you ask me, that's when I knew what you two had was strong and real. And though it took you a long time to finally deal with your feelings, this was always the outcome I expected from you two. Spencer, I told you, you are my son and I welcome you to this family with arms wide open. I know you make my princess very happy... just remember we all have concealed carry permits in the family, just in case you fuck up."- everybody laughed at the threat (one I knew dad would do, without a doubt) and then he raised his glass.

- "To (Y/N) and Spencer!"

Hotch stood up next and looked at us with a wide smile on his face. I thought for a moment Spencer would be sad to know Gideon didn't reply to our invitation, but after all, he had been gone for so long, he never wrote or tried to contact Spencer ever again. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to happen. Hotch was the closest father figure Spencer had, and they both knew it too.

- "When I first met Spencer, he only had two Ph.D. and he was ready to join the BAU."- Hotch started, and looked at my husband.- "At first, I wanted to add him to the team because of his brains, but sooner than later I knew there was something about him that brought a completely different approach to cases, and to the family we created along the way. But it wasn't until (Y/N) joined us that we all got to see a completely different side of Spencer. A side he would only show for her. Like Chief (Y/L/N) pointed out, it took them a long time to face their feelings, and we were all witnesses of their struggle, but of one thing I am sure, this is the outcome we were all waiting for.".

Aaron's words were heartwarming and brought tears to my and Spencer's eyes. My husband held my hand tighter as I knew made his best effort not to cry.

- "I am incredibly proud and happy of the man you've become, Spencer"- Hotch added- "And I am sure you two will be incredibly happy, and have the loving family you deserve, together. To Spencer and (Y/N)"- our Unit chief raised his glass and everybody cheered.

I know I hated toasts and weddings in general, but at that point, our wedding was the best I had ever been to. There is something so special about feeling everybody's love and care that made us both emotional and excited at the same time.

Spencer's point of view

It was already after midnight, and most of our guesses were on the dance floor, enjoying their time. Probably after way too many drinks, according to the dance moves they were performing. If you ask me, I had my share of drinks as well, which explained why I was dancing so freely, along with my wife. She was glowing and smiling the entire time. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Until her brother grabbed her hand and started spinning her around.

- "Care if I take her from you for a song?"- he asked and I couldn't say no. I kissed her hand and watched her blushing as she walked to her brother. I turned around and headed to the bar to have a glass of water. There I found JJ, grabbing a drink for her and Will.

- "Hey! How are you doing? Enjoying your time?"- I asked her right away as I grabbed a bottle of water from the counter.

- "Yeah! It's a great party, Spence!"- she replied smiling- "And congratulations again for the whole wedding, I've been meaning to talk to you and..."- JJ didn't seem to find the right words to express what she was thinking, but she had already had probably a few extra drinks, so I just smiled and nodded.

- "Thank you. It means a lot to us that we can share this day with all of you. I know, like everybody has pointed out throughout the day, it took us a very long time to get together. And I remember once you called me to tell me how I had ruined our one date by not telling you how I felt, and that I couldn't waste my chances with (Y/N). That was a very special wake-up call for me."

I wrapped an arm around JJ and held her closer to me. For a moment, she didn't move, maybe shocked by my actions. But after a few seconds, she wrapped both her arms around me and hugged me tight.

- "You really mean a lot to me, Spence."- she whispered- "I know you were angry at me due to the whole lie I had to tell you about Emily. But I hope you know how much I love you and treasure your friendship."

- "We know"- I replied, on behalf of me and my wife, moving from JJ, though for a second her hands remained on my arms as we stood in front of each other- "We are both still sorry for how bad things got when Emily came back. But we are glad we left that behind us now."

JJ nodded and smiled at me. Her eyes were brightening, clearly filled with tears. It had been a night of many emotions, and I had shared my own couple of tears during the whole event.

- "Hey, there you are!"- Will showed up and smiled at us- "I thought you had forgotten about those drinks"

- "No!"- JJ chuckled and pointed at the glasses on the bar- "They are ready, I was just talking with the groom for a moment."

- "Congratulations again, Spence"- Will tapped on my shoulder smiling- "We are so excited and happy for you. You deserve all the happiness and love (Y/N) can possibly give you, which I know is a lot. Let's hope now JJ will want to marry me."

I chuckled at his words, not reading much between the lines. I knew Will wanted to tie the knot and JJ didn't think it was necessary. I always guessed she had commitment issues, considering how hard it had been for her to deal with everything at the beginning of their relationship.

- "Husband!"- (Y/N)'s voice made me turn and look for her on the dancefloor- "Help!"- she yelled, laughing, as Mikey and Frank surrounded her, in what seemed to be a very awkward and funny dance.

- "Excuse me, the wife needs me."- I said to my friends and basically ran towards (Y/N)- "Come here, ma cherie."- I wrapped my arms around her and started dancing with her, moving slowly, thought the song was very hype.

- "Hey! Are you gonna try to steal her from us now that you are married?"- Frank looked at me, raising an eyebrow, in a very funny and yet threatening way.

- "I could never do it even if I tried. Which I have never done, by the way."- I replied and shook my head- "You are the most important friends she has and I would never get in the way of you four, including Lu."

- "Well, only one of us will be the godfather of your firstborn, so I suggest you play your cards wisely."- Mikey added playfully, and (Y/N) hit his arm right away.

- "We are not having kids right away, so you better stop pushing us to pick a favorite!"

I smiled as I stared at the three of them, laughing and arguing at the same time, while Lu tried to settle the argument and get them to start dancing again. I couldn't help but think about the first time I ever met them, and how scared I was to even open my mouth in front of them. And now they were the best friends I could have ever imagined having.

- "So, what did you think of Tarah? And be honest."- Lu asked my wife when Frank left to dance with his girlfriend.

- "She is ok. Better than the last three girls he was interested in. This one might actually be an addition to the group."- (Y/N) replied and looked at her friend, as they frowned at her- "Ok, that was too fast, but she might join us from time to time if things go well."

- "That's more like it."- Mikey joked and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders- "I got you a belated wedding present, by the way. I broke up with Halley. You know, my girlfriend, the one you hated."- and in a second, my wife wrapped her arms around him and nearly jumped of excitement.

- "I'm so happy for you!! You deserve so much better!"

- "I know... I hate to admit you were right, but it's your wedding and... anything for the bride. So, you were right all along"

- "Thank you, Mikey. And also, I'm sorry it didn't work with Halley. I mean it. I want you to be happy."- (Y/N) added, looking honest. I knew she was. She loves her friends like brothers and though she hates their dates most of the time until this day, she just wants what's best for them. That was one of the many things I loved about her: how much she gave to the people she loved. Including me, ever since we met.

(Y/N) made me feel good about who I was ever since the first time we talked. She encouraged me to be myself around her, and eventually, around everybody else. She taught me to have friends, good friends, and how to be a part of something. We were part of our little gang, and now we were about to start our own family. She made me a better man, even a better professional. But most of all, she made me feel human when I felt I didn't belong anywhere.

She was the only one who cared when I was struggling to stay sober, and the one who healed my wounds when I got shot in the leg. She even took me to Hawaii after I got anthrax, under the idea that the sea air might be good for my lungs. (Y/N) was who I cared about the most in the team, and in the entire world. I knew I would take a bullet for her at any given time. And considering our job, that was always a possibility.

I was now wearing a ring that meant everything to me. It meant she was my wife, the person who chose to spend the rest of her life with me. It meant I had made the promise to love her, cherish her, and keep her safe. And honestly, that was my plan even before confessing to her how much I love her.

- "Hey, are you ok?"- (Y/N) looked at me and found me lost in thoughts. I just smiled and cupped her face with both hands as we stood in the middle of the dancefloor, staring at each other.

- "I just love you, so much."- and she giggled as her eyes shone. Her lips reached mine and she kissed me softly.

- "I love you more."

- "I swear, I love you even more than you could ever imagine"- I argued, shaking my head, with a silly smile on my face.

- "So this is how we are going to start our marriage, uh? Fighting."- my wife replied, making me laugh.

- "Never, I don't ever wanna argue with you, ma cherie."

- "Are you gonna be pussy whipped, Dr. Spencer Reid?"- (Y/N) teased me, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we started to slowly dance to whatever song that was playing at the moment.

- "I thought it was implied. I have been your slave ever since we first met. And I plan to be your slave until my last day on earth."

- "That sounds dangerously close to Gomez Addam, Spencer Reid."- she replied, blushing as she kept smiling at me.

- "That was the plan, ma cherie."- I answered and leaned in, kissing her neck. We just continued swinging on the dancefloor, at our wedding, surrounded by all our friends and family.

- "I might start speaking french then, mon sauvage."- my wife answered, whispering the words in my ear, and leaving a wet kiss on my neck. I had to bite my lip not to groan.

- "Just like Gomez, I can't control myself when you speak french, cara mia."

- "Ok, let's go. Now!"- my wife held my hand and started dragging me out of the dancefloor. I laughed, enjoying how transparent she was being- "We don't have to say goodbye or anything, let's just..."- but her words were interrupted when her mom stood in front of us.

- "Where are you guys going? The party is just starting!"

- "To our room."- (Y/N) didn't even flinch to reply, she just looked her mother in the eyes and smiled- "You said you wanted grandchildren."- Sofia stared at her daughter, shocked for a moment, but soon started laughing.

- "I'm guessing you won't be coming back"- Sofia asked and hugged (Y/N).

- "Say goodbye to the rest of the family for us."- my wife asked and smiled. Sofia turned to me and wrapped her arms around me as well. It was awkward yet funny and heartwarming.

- "Have fun kids!"

- "Shut up, mom!!"

We nearly didn't make it to our room. In our defense, it was on the other side of the building, and we had to walk and take the stairs. We had time to make out the entire way. In the hall, dark corners, you name it. By the time we got to our room, foreplay wasn't even on the table. I was ready to rip the dress off my wife's body. And that's what I in fact did.

At first, I honestly tried to be gentle, but all that fabric was clearly trying to make my night more challenging. There were so many buttons and clasps, I couldn't deal with them. My hands started shaking with anxiety and desperation. And my wife, of course, started teasing me.

- "What is it, doctor Reid?"- she knew just how much I loved when she called me that- "You can't get your wife naked?"- and that was it. The sound of the fabric in the back of the dress ripping was all we heard for a second. My hands quickly peeled it from her body, and (Y/N) bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan.

- "That was the hottest thing you've ever done."- she whispered and I smirked, holding her face and kissing her fiercely.

- "And that was just the start of it, ma cherie."

It had been eleven days since we had sex. Eleven days, four hours, and over thirty minutes. Not that I kept count. And maybe that was why that night something deeper than simple desire drove my actions. There was something primitive about it: hunger. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to have her, taste her, kiss every inch of her body. I wanted everything.

- "Mine"- I whispered against her skin every few inches, as I devoured her with kisses and bites. Her moans were the sweetest sound I had ever heard, and I was determined to keep her making them for the rest of the night.

- "You are mine too."- (Y/N) whispered and tangled her fingers in my hair, as she laid on our bed underneath my body.

- "I am yours, ma cherie."- I assured her and locked my eyes on hers for a moment. She was blushing, smiling, and giggling in bliss. That was how I wanted her to be for the rest of our lives.

She managed to take off all my clothes, and I made my best not to rip the lingerie from her body. She was wearing the loveliest white set I could have ever imagined and I made sure to engrave it in my eidetic memory as one of the most precious memories of my life.

- "I love you so much"- I whispered against her skin as I laid her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me sweetly for a moment, in contrast to all the passionate kisses and touches we had shared since leaving the party.

- "I love you more, honey."- she murmured and smiled- "And I am really yours."

- "All mine"- I whispered and slipped into her as I did, with a soft and slow movement- "Shit, I missed you."

- "Me too, so much."- she murmured as she closed her eyes and our lips moved together. I kept my eyes open, staring at her, coming undone underneath me. I panted and tried my best to stay focused. I didn't want to come right away, and at that moment, it just felt too good.

- "Feels so good, hubby"- I heard her whispering as she smiled at me. I groaned and kissed her neck, increasing the pace of my thrusts in her, feeling her walls clenching heavenly around me.

- "I love you"- that was all I could say and think of at the moment. My hands traveled around her entire body, like a blind man reading a book. I wanted to memorize everything about that night. Her whimpers, her eyes, her smell, how warm and wet she felt around me. Every detail.

She smiled and cupped my cheeks with her hands, soft whines left her lips as I kept increasing the pace of my thrusts. She opened her mouth to speak, but no word left her lips, just soft moans.

- "I got you, ma cherie"- I whispered and kissed the tip of her nose- "Forever."- I held one of her breasts in my hand, toying with her hardened nipple between my fingers carefully. My mouth watering to wrap my lips around it, but at that minute, I couldn't move. I didn't want to stop staring into her eyes as she came underneath me. Her moans turned into soft yells as she reached her climax, carrying me with her in a matter of seconds. I spilled inside of her and stayed still after a few more thrusts, still staring at her, kissing the top of her nose and lips as she smiled at sighed.

- "Round one, done. What about round two after a nice shower?"- she asked and I smiled, caressing her cheek with my nose and leaving soft kisses on every inch of her skin that was available for me.

- "How about round two in the shower?"- I whispered and heard her giggling underneath me. I still didn't pull myself from her, 'cos I needed to feel her as close to me as possible for as long as I could. My wife smiled and nodded. She just stared at me for a few more minutes, kissing me with her arms wrapped tight around me.

- "Honestly, if this is how we are gonna spend our married life, I don't know why we didn't get married sooner."- she whispered and I chuckled.

- "I could spend the rest of my life with you like this, ma cherie."

- "And work?"

- "Fuck work"- she gasped at my answer and I just smiled, taking carefully some bangs of her from her forehead- "I just wanna be with you."

- "Well, you said you wanted kids. And when we have kids, we can't spend our lives naked in bed, we are gonna have to spend time with them."

My heart skip a beat as I heard those words, and I slowly moved from her and laid at her side, still making sure my arms were around her.

- "I can't wait to have babies with you."- I confessed feeling her lips on mine as soon as I finished talking.

- "Me neither. They are gonna be so cute. And so smart. Just like their daddy."- I chuckled and blushed at her words. Though I was naked next to her, that sentence was way more powerful.

- "So... are we gonna have kids soon?"- I dared to ask and my wife giggled.

- "I don't know. Are you ready for round two?"

I stared at her as she smiled at me and got off the bed. I opened my mouth to speak, but this time, I was speechless at the thought of having kids with her soon. It was the end of our single life. It was the start of our marriage. Of our family. And we still had so much to live and share, I just couldn't wait to start living it with her.

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Shoot With Life

This continues directly from the moment near the end of my previous story with Iona! This was a fun little one to work on and I do want to do more of this style of preg. Will need to keep experimenting with it.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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He arrived at the apartment moments ago. Well dressed in a suit and a touch of gray in his hair with a heavy five-o-clock shadow. He followed the crudely written instructions he got from a coworker. Looking at the crude text he was reminded of their enticing words. “She'll change you, she's magical.”

He looked around for it. What Were the numbers the man wrote? He could vaguely recall this woman's name: Lona Abernathy. Was that it?

He looked around. There were no names on the door. It was eerily quiet here. Like it was abandoned. Yet there were so many cars out there. Arriving at a door vaguely matching the crudely written numbers. He gave a good knock on the door. Once more for good measure. He could hear a voice on the other side. The door opened and he saw a flawless feminine face staring back at him.

“Yes?” She asked softly

“Are you Mrs.Abernathy?”

“I'm no Missus. Miss.” she corrected

“But you are Abernathy?”

“I am,” she said plainly, “and who are you?”

“Well, you see. My name is Dwight Freedman, I am hoping that you can help me with something.”

She opened the door more. Dwight was surprised to see she was so youthful and beautiful. He was so mesmerized by her face he didn't notice or pay mind to the large rounded sphere resting on her abdomen.

“What do you want?” she asked him

Dwight began “Miss Abernathy-”

“Iona, please.” She said calmly

“Iona. I was wondering if you could help me. I've been in a sort of funk lately. You helped a coworker of mine. Miles, Miles Halloway, and I was wondering if you could assist me the same way.”

Iona had a wondering expression on her face as if trying to recall the name. “Please come in,”

Stepping in quickly Dwight Proceeded to turn around finally noticing her rather gravid state. A sudden sound of shock left his lips. Catching himself. “I ugh. I didn't know.”

“Oh, this?” She said tracing her baby bump “Don’t worry about this. Come sit,” she gestured to head over to the couch.

Dwight was nervous. He didn't know what she was gonna do but he'd never really done it with a pregnant woman before. She sat down next to him. “So tell me what it is that brought you here?” Her voice was sweet As she traced her fingers around her belly

“I. Um well. I've been impotent as of late. And nothing’s been exciting me.”

“Have you tried a wife?”

“No no, I'm. Uh.” Dwight let out a nervous chuckle,” I'm not married,”

“I see,” Iona said “Aren't there pills to help with that,”

“I tried. They didn't seem to work.”

“And what exactly will I be able to do about it, in my current condition?”

“I dunno, something I hope. The way Miles talked about you was like you were some kind of miracle worker. He said you were magical so I figured you'd kinda do the same for me. Shoot some life into these balls,”

Iona had a look of confusion. From the way Dwight was talking. Miles, whoever he is, never revealed the nature of how Iona helped him. But she also couldn't recall a male customer by such a name, and given who she is she was often well aware if someone tried to use an alias. Perhaps it was a client from years ago, she wondered. “And what did, Miles say about me?”

“Only that you were magical, and you'd change my life,” Dwight said elated

Dwight continued to ramble as Iona pondered this. It seemed familiar, even vaguely so. Remembering someone who once said something similar. Perhaps it was them, “I See,” she said to Dwight

Thinking for a moment “Well. I'm sure I can whip something up. That will help you,”

“Oh bless you,” Dwight said to her

“Please wait here,” she said, scooting herself off the couch and heading to another room.

“Do you-” He began to shout to her “Do you want me help with anything?”

“No.” Iona said, “In fact, if you want you can head on into the room with the red carpet and get undressed i'll be in, in a moment.”

Dwight sat up and headed over. Beginning to unbutton his shirt. The room Iona mentioned was ajar from the living room. He entered and saw a few tables. Putting his clothes on one of them. Standing completely naked back to the door.

“Here have this and I'll be in shortly,” Iona said, shutting the door.

He turned just missing her. He didn't want to seem pushy as she did seem to be pregnant. Very pregnant in fact. Something Dwight was a bit concerned over. “Hope I'm okay, never did it with a pregnant woman before.” He thought

The cup she left for him was filled with a dark substance which to Dwight seemed to resemble a cola. He thought of her as such a kind host and would return The kindness by waiting for her there.

Standing in the center of the room. With one quick motion, he gulped down the drink. The room was nice and warm against his bare skin and the drink was refreshing. Though it looked like it, it didn't taste like cola. He began to feel something akin to a burp forming before the feeling descended to his balls.

He was surprised, having not felt them descend like this in some time. They were getting heavy. With one hand Dwight could already tell something was happening. He'd never felt them hang quite so low. They had swollen rather large appearing like baseballs between his legs; the weight was something to be admired. Dwight was only wondering what exactly he had drunk to make them swell up like this. He couldn't help but want to be brought down to his knees. His balls felt massive. Already big enough for one testi to overflow his palm.

Dwight’s balls didn't stop getting bigger and bigger. They were already the size of cantaloupes when he felt a bizarre sensation take over him. Like swimming or moving. In one - no. Both of his testi. He was puzzled and speechless. It took mere seconds for each testi to swell to the size of large watermelons. Each ball was heavy. He stayed there on the Ground weighted down by his massive balls.

“I- Iona?” He called out.

He'd hoped this was a dream. Going to a mysterious pregnant woman's house. Expecting sex and his testicle swelled to an unusual size. There was no other explanation. Dwight felt the skin was stretching further than he thought possible. He'd never imagined they'd be so big.

Dwight was confronted again by the sensation of something moving inside his testi. feeling it with the palm of his hand. His heart sank and his blood ran cold. What was it? This had to be fake. Right?

He called out again for Iona. Dwight could feel a kind of dull pain around his lower stomach and pressure near his bladder. "What the hel-” he managed to let out before a sudden burst shot out of his cock.

It felt like a large jet of semen shot out from his cock. It relieved the pressure for a moment before bringing on the pain. He grunted and groaned, feeling something stretching out his urethra. Slowly inching its way out. He cried out for Iona again to no avail. His painful wails left his ears ringing.

Dwight wanted to fall over yet the weight of his balls would not let him go far. The large creeping through His urinary tract continued. The pressure felt like a building orgasm yet couldn't understand why it was so painful. He closed his eyes from the strain, feeling a large weight press against his prostate. It was overwhelming. He let out a deep bellowing wail. A mix of agonizing pain and great pleasure.

Something big was getting closer now. Pressing against the tip of his cock. He went numb from the straining feeling. It was like it came out centimeter by centimeter, a slow painful crawl. He hunched over in pain and finally opened his eyes.

Between Dwight's spread legs was a largely inflated cock. A tuft of hair crowning out the tip of his dick. “AHH!” he let out

Like any sane man might. Something big and hairy was coming out of his dick. It was round almost like a head. Was it a baby?

Dwight was too swallowed up in the pain and confusion to ask questions. Seeing the head covered in bile creep out confirmed it. It was a baby. Painfully he passed one shoulder and then the other. Then out came the body. Only feeling relief from pressure once the body came out completely. Yet this moment did not assuage him. The familiar pressure came again.

The pain of feeling his urethra being stretched out again was more intense this time. Perhaps this was due to sensitivity from the baby prior. He was wailing in distress, begging for help. “Oh god! Please!” He cried out as tears rolled down his face. The baby persisted creeping through his loins. The first was crying. Dwight ruled inwards before falling over to one side. It hurt him to be in the fetal position. The baby, getting closer and closer to the tip.

Unlike the first, a foot popped out then another. This one was in breech. The baby was creeping out his cock twitching and pulsing as more of the baby crept out. All was well until the shoulders. A painful struggle. Dwight screamed. Someone had to have heard him. Someone has to hear this, whatever was happening to him right? “Please god make it stop!” Dwight wails through a river of tears.

Finally, the twins head passed through the eye of his cock with little difficulty. Dwight cried as the pressure was gone. His relief was only met with tears. The tinge of pain resonated through his nethers. He couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Coming to, sometime later. Afterbirth resting at his feet. The babies were cleaned and swaddled nicely in a pair of bassinets. Dwight looked down at his cock, still recovering from passing two children. It was swollen, large, and red as if inflamed. He barely had the strength to move yet was determined to crawl away. This ordeal was no hallucination brought on from ingesting the drink, Iona gave him. She had to be responsible. He would confront Iona, come hell or high water.

It was a struggle just to get to the door. A greater hurdle was to lift himself so he could reach the doorknob. Ages could have passed in the time it took him to reach the door knob. Finally accomplishing it, he fell as the door opened outward. Dwight looked up expecting to see Iona’s apartment. Yet it wasn't. He was greeted with familiar sights. It was his apartment, though familiar it now was filled with unopened packages, baby supplies, and fully built cribs. And they were in his apartment.

This couldn’t be possible. When he finally had the strength to stand he barely managed to hobble into the, he tried to throw the door closed. Be done with this, only the door didn’t move. The room shrunk suddenly. Pushing the bassinets out gently, before slamming the door shut. He was alone with the children he birthed from his loins. Standing in the dark of his apartment.

Iona’s gentle voice echoed in the dark, it sounded like it came from all around Dwight. Saying, “Be weary of what you ask. He paid a great price to have his life changed. And so too must you. Take care of the twins, and treat them well and with love. I will know if you do not, and should I need to return. I will not be so lenient.”

Dwight looked at the twins sleeping soundly.

“Enjoy your change,” Iona finished

Dwight’s cries were silent. Tears rolling down his face. He didn’t ask for this.

It has been three years since the night he paid a visit to Iona. His twin boys Reinier and Michael, were having a little birthday celebration. Moved from his small apartment to a small house, and guests abound. Mothers and fathers and children whom his boys befriended through trips to the park, or just being out and about with the boys. He had a warm and deep affection for those boys, having raised them as best he could. Their smiles warmed his heart, and though he did love them deeply. Dwight was unsure if he did so out of fear of Iona’s wrath, or if it was truly genuine.

Realizing only after his encounter with Iona, he had asked a witch to shoot life into his balls. He gave nothing to her. Though she didn’t turn him away, ironically, she did do as he asked. And gave him twins no less.

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